<?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-3199744</id><updated>2012-01-24T04:35:25.763-08:00</updated><category term='Alcohol -  the cause of and solution to all of life&apos;s problems'/><category term='nothing to see here'/><category term='cricket: great'/><category term='Star Wars'/><category term='like a tractor'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='I'/><category term='fings wot &apos;appened'/><title type='text'>Damn  Straight</title><subtitle type='html'>You may as well</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><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>280</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-7135677463821755826</id><published>2011-09-07T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T05:06:18.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy howdy, those good intentions sure feel good on the soles of my feet!</title><summary type='text'>I keep meaning to write:

1) A decent blog post;
2) Some long overdue correspondence to a number of overseas friends;
3) A hilarious and insanely popular novel that wins a bunch of prizes and earns me untold millions.

Fail, fail, fail.

I promise to work on 2 first. Well, it's either that, or 3 first, followed by paying the personal assistant I need / can afford after 3 is completed to dash some</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/7135677463821755826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=7135677463821755826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/7135677463821755826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/7135677463821755826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2011/09/boy-howdy-those-good-intentions-sure.html' title='Boy howdy, those good intentions sure feel good on the soles of my feet!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-1834020482968284154</id><published>2011-08-22T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T03:57:27.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delusions of adequcy</title><summary type='text'>If you have ever harboured the notion that you are a breed apart, a rare individual with talents and skills that set you apart from "ordinary" people, there can be few better ways to disabuse yourself of this falsehood than to discover your epic, amazing, and probably-never-to-be-repeated Geometry Wars 2 high score run has been good enough for precisely world 57,276th place. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/1834020482968284154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=1834020482968284154&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/1834020482968284154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/1834020482968284154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2011/08/delusions-of-adequcy.html' title='Delusions of adequcy'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-314452451940447165</id><published>2011-08-07T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T14:55:10.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Ben does not understand: first in a long series</title><summary type='text'>So who are Standard and Poors, and who is it that pays them to wipe trillions of dollars off the global economy? Has there ever been a more expensive pen stroke than the solitary one lost between AAA and AA+? Do they just sit around....rating things? What with Standard and Poors making this trillion-dollar attack on its economy, why isn't the U.S dropping LGBs on them? "We are now downgrading the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/314452451940447165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=314452451940447165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/314452451940447165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/314452451940447165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2011/08/things-ben-does-not-understand-first-in.html' title='Things Ben does not understand: first in a long series'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-8956811063025534323</id><published>2011-06-10T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T02:19:18.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Places I Would Like To Visit Someday But Almost Certainly Never Will: An Occasional Travel Series For Non-Travellers</title><summary type='text'>#2 Antarctica

Antarctica: it's cooler than you.


No, really, it is. It can get to -80 degrees there, and even the absolute maximum temperature on the coast in summer is about 15 degrees; you on the other hand need to stay at around 36-37 degrees to be AOK. You might conceivably be a bit cold while trying to read this, but if you're down even as far as low as 30 degrees you'll be too busy with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/8956811063025534323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=8956811063025534323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/8956811063025534323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/8956811063025534323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2011/06/places-i-would-like-to-visit-someday.html' title='Places I Would Like To Visit Someday But Almost Certainly Never Will: An Occasional Travel Series For Non-Travellers'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dl6Szm-ZAuk/S7C85tE1ryI/AAAAAAAAE0M/XEMnJkIkCJU/s72-c/paradise+bay+antarctica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-376427066489696095</id><published>2011-05-14T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T05:44:51.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Places I Would Like To Visit Someday But Almost Certainly Never Will: An Occasional Travel Series For Non-Travellers</title><summary type='text'># 1: Venice

Venice looks very pretty. But it is also, clearly, a bit mad. I mean, look at it:


It  doesn’t really seem that right for water and buildings to be that close  together, does it? I mean “Come to Venice, the town that looks like the  middle of a catastrophic flood in Renaissance Italy!” would be a  perfect tourism slogan for the Venetian Tourist Board, as far as I can  tell. But no, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/376427066489696095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=376427066489696095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/376427066489696095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/376427066489696095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2011/05/places-i-would-like-to-visit-someday.html' title='Places I Would Like To Visit Someday But Almost Certainly Never Will: An Occasional Travel Series For Non-Travellers'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3077/2336271291_6b0af83d8c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-2219139920045573031</id><published>2011-04-16T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T06:11:34.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Trial by fire</title><summary type='text'>It must be said that while there are few benefits to the earthquakes that have been going on recently,  they have offered something of an opportunity for some measure of self-assessment in the "How would I go when it all turned to custard?" department. Like a lot of people around these parts I suppose, my pre-September 2010 excursions into such territory were mostly limited to completing online </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/2219139920045573031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=2219139920045573031&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/2219139920045573031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/2219139920045573031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2011/04/trial-by-fire.html' title='Trial by fire'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-9210936860602482426</id><published>2011-04-12T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T09:18:46.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4:09am</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes it will be 4:09am and I'll think: why is it that I'm still awake?  I've given it some thought now, and I am starting to conclude that going to bed is actually a skill - a talent in which most people demonstrate an innate ability, but at which I am personally quite useless. I mean, it's 4:12am now, and I should have gone to bed many hours ago. But at the point at which even the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/9210936860602482426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=9210936860602482426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/9210936860602482426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/9210936860602482426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2011/04/405am.html' title='4:09am'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-7653938912110620829</id><published>2011-03-10T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T13:00:46.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well.</title><summary type='text'>Much like so many other people in Christchurch at the moment, I don't really know where to start.

Richie Benaud, the world's most ancient cricket commentator (I'm sure he is wheeled into cryognenic storage between seasons. He's like a non-evil cricket-loving Mr Burns.) is the undisputed doyenne of cricket commentary (although recently retired from ball-to-ball stuff). So long did he do his job, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/7653938912110620829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=7653938912110620829&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/7653938912110620829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/7653938912110620829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2011/03/well.html' title='Well.'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-8392521485864341487</id><published>2011-02-21T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T07:07:01.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Finns</title><summary type='text'>I have this evening discovered Blogger's stats page, hitherto unknown to me. It tells me 9 page views of my blog have been made from Finland. Hi, Finland! I'm not sure what you're doing here, but welcome all the same. Perhaps you can get together with the 11 page views from Sweden, the 11 from China and the 32 page views from Russia and make some kind of Eurasian Ben's Blog Fan Club. Gotta tell </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/8392521485864341487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=8392521485864341487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/8392521485864341487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/8392521485864341487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2011/02/for-finns.html' title='For the Finns'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-3174912498385917963</id><published>2010-12-28T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T20:38:41.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A strange epiphany</title><summary type='text'>You know, despite having had some kind of hair on my face for the vast majority of the last 15 or so years, I have never really considered myself a Bearded Guy. Which in one way is obviously pretty dumb, because I have literally been a bearded guy (in some form or another) for the majority of that time. But I never thought I was, you know, a Bearded Guy, a Guy With A Beard. Bearded Guys were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/3174912498385917963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=3174912498385917963&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/3174912498385917963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/3174912498385917963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2010/12/strange-epiphany.html' title='A strange epiphany'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-9063973764519870780</id><published>2010-09-27T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:45:40.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C'mon over baby, whole lotta shaking going on</title><summary type='text'>Ooo look, Blogger has a flash new design thingy. What better way of distracting oneself from actually writing posts?

However, after wasting a good couple of hours finding, resizing, and aligning the polar bear, generally gussying things up, trying again to import my old comments and then finally discovering that the people that have them don't support that manouevre technically, damnit - and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/9063973764519870780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=9063973764519870780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/9063973764519870780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/9063973764519870780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2010/09/cmon-over-baby-whole-lotta-shaking.html' title='C&apos;mon over baby, whole lotta shaking going on'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-5100701417345022457</id><published>2010-08-16T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T07:10:37.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man...</title><summary type='text'>...I used to write some long blog posts. Like some really long blog posts. And I think I did it all as procrastination from my thesis. I have an idea that if I want to write a novel, possibly the best way to do it would be to start a PhD.

Also though, it helped that I used to do stuff. There is stuff I do now, but it seems less easy to write about. I wonder if being 32 means that by now my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/5100701417345022457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=5100701417345022457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/5100701417345022457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/5100701417345022457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2010/08/man.html' title='Man...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-6231276885234716583</id><published>2010-06-08T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T06:22:38.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone knows I'm all talk</title><summary type='text'>Well, this latest blogging revival is certainly going well so far, isn't it? I  blame failing to master the art of the short post. It's certainly  something other people seem to manage easily enough - but not me. Damn  my constant verbosity. Also, Facebook is surely killing blogs. I reckon  anyway, and I'm an academic expert on these things (apparently), which  means there must be at least a 7 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/6231276885234716583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=6231276885234716583&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/6231276885234716583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/6231276885234716583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2010/06/everyone-knows-im-all-talk.html' title='Everyone knows I&apos;m all talk'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-8117210791754243112</id><published>2010-04-15T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T22:19:10.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ready for my close up now, Mr DeMille</title><summary type='text'>And now off to make a movie. Report to follow.

Wheeeeeee!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/8117210791754243112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=8117210791754243112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/8117210791754243112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/8117210791754243112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-ready-for-my-close-up-now-mr-demille.html' title='I&apos;m ready for my close up now, Mr DeMille'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-7313536909805468724</id><published>2010-04-13T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T03:15:55.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacuum metastability event</title><summary type='text'>So I can't help but notice that last time I posted properly, I was not officially eligible  to receive gifts on Father's Day, whereas now I am. To put it another  way, you could say with some accuracy that I haven't really written anything  here for an entire lifetime (to date). Accustomed though I may be to  long delays between posts of late, taking a lifetime between them is possibly bit  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/7313536909805468724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=7313536909805468724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/7313536909805468724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/7313536909805468724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2010/04/vacuum-metastability-event.html' title='Vacuum metastability event'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-747714512455701170</id><published>2010-04-06T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:13:25.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta-da!</title><summary type='text'>IT LIIIIIIIIIIIIVES!(maybe.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/747714512455701170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=747714512455701170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/747714512455701170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/747714512455701170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2010/04/ta-da.html' title='Ta-da!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-3823048626057750440</id><published>2009-03-05T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:22:13.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, OK then</title><summary type='text'>So less than a metre to my right, Karen is in labour.I guess we'll see how that goes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/3823048626057750440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=3823048626057750440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/3823048626057750440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/3823048626057750440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-ok-then.html' title='Oh, OK then'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-8292908349048208123</id><published>2009-02-11T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:31:07.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtue of the vicious</title><summary type='text'>Dr Samuel Johnson, always a handy man with a quote, said "Patriotism is the last refuge of the scoundrel". (He also said "Anyone who thinks of going to bed before midnight is a scoundrel" - clearly he liked calling people scoundrels). George Bernard Shaw said "Patriotism is your conviction that this country is superior to all other countries because you were born in it." And intellectually I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/8292908349048208123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=8292908349048208123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/8292908349048208123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/8292908349048208123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2009/02/dr-samuel-johnson-always-handy-man-with.html' title='Virtue of the vicious'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KlIRh9UCSpQ/SZLEJUY8n8I/AAAAAAAAADE/X8_RovN8Rmc/s72-c/BuzzyBeeToy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-5330370669142783312</id><published>2009-02-02T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T04:07:02.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll be safe with the journalists</title><summary type='text'>As what remains of humanity is whittled down further and further in Battlestar Galactica (39 thousand odd last I saw, and that was before what happens in the most recent episode started happening), one thing keeps weirding me out - the continually massive press corps. There are only 39,000 people left all up and yet for some reason this community has produced what seems to be about 50 plus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/5330370669142783312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=5330370669142783312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/5330370669142783312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/5330370669142783312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2009/02/youll-be-safe-with-journalists.html' title='You&apos;ll be safe with the journalists'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KlIRh9UCSpQ/SYbXq-DgxJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/o4OszfK2zNA/s72-c/476px-St_Basils_Cathedral-500px.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-3260258371242366066</id><published>2008-11-03T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T04:03:21.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have been selected for a very special offer</title><summary type='text'>Although my attitude to impending fatherhood is (at the moment) quite cruisy, I do have the occasional vague notion that I should be further preparing myself in some kind of wishy-washy responsible adult sort of way. For example with a baby on the way, the paucity of my tie selection is surely cause for concern. I also feel that I should maybe own like more shares, or something, and fewer Star </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/3260258371242366066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=3260258371242366066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/3260258371242366066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/3260258371242366066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-have-been-selected-for-very-special.html' title='You have been selected for a very special offer'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KlIRh9UCSpQ/SRAdlQ_IqMI/AAAAAAAAACI/r-PVYxtqKeI/s72-c/LocationSvalbard.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-6196948017194845403</id><published>2008-10-14T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:59:13.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fings wot &apos;appened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like a tractor'/><title type='text'>Adventures in KNOWLEDGE</title><summary type='text'>Here's a question - should I retroactively give 263 blog posts subject titles? Hmmm, a project for the future perhaps. But perhaps not this afternoon at work.This post might have been up sooner but it's fair to say that potential blogging time has been eaten up a fair bit by the old (er, or actually) new X Box 360 of late. Sorry everyone. You'll be pleased to know I've been having fun though. Yes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/6196948017194845403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=6196948017194845403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/6196948017194845403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/6196948017194845403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2008/10/adventures-in-knowledge.html' title='Adventures in KNOWLEDGE'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KlIRh9UCSpQ/SOODgiDZr8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PDw5sOD9l4A/s72-c/Naziufo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-6168979618298255746</id><published>2008-10-01T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:08:50.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing to see here'/><title type='text'>Please stand by, as brought to you by THE NAKED MOLE-RAT</title><summary type='text'>I'm halfway through a post here, but ack, it's 3:15am. But while you wait, why not check out the Smithsonian National Zoo's live Naked Mole-Rat Cam? They're 1 of only 2 eusocial mammals in the world, you know.Awwwww.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/6168979618298255746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=6168979618298255746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/6168979618298255746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/6168979618298255746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2008/10/please-stand-by-as-brought-to-you-by.html' title='Please stand by, as brought to you by THE NAKED MOLE-RAT'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlIRh9UCSpQ/SOOHTBu12kI/AAAAAAAAACA/5Xiq_0Fs650/s72-c/800px-Nacktmull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-4972254209528969545</id><published>2008-09-10T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:58:09.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So long, and thanks for all the fish</title><summary type='text'>So it seems that as I write, the Large Hadron Collider has been turned on, and so far, the Earth has not become the centre of a new black hole. Which I think is nice. Although in some perverse way, also slightly disappointing. Although the vast majority of physicists seemed to think the doomsayers have no idea what they're talking about (or as Wikpedia puts it, "the consensus in the scientific </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/4972254209528969545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=4972254209528969545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/4972254209528969545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/4972254209528969545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-long-and-thanks-for-all-fish.html' title='So long, and thanks for all the fish'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlIRh9UCSpQ/SMewF1zqkFI/AAAAAAAAABw/mzK6dHAT1BU/s72-c/article-1053719-0297082900000578-679_468x312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-1761345901652463233</id><published>2008-09-02T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T07:14:29.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions decisions</title><summary type='text'>Let's try Blogger's official post titling thing, shall we? Yeah all right, let's.So further to last week's post, Karen and I have been rifling through The Mother of All Baby Name Books by Bruce Lansky, who is touted not just "the #1 author of baby name books in North America" but also as "the leading author of baby name books". There must be some great cover letters to his publishers there, I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/1761345901652463233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=1761345901652463233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/1761345901652463233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/1761345901652463233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2008/09/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions decisions'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-7487557228216412276</id><published>2008-08-26T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T06:22:15.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've got something - not much but it could be a life form...aaaaaand we're back.The short-lived love affair with Livejournal is over, I think. I'm fairly sure it was basically the equivalent of some kind of blogging midlife crisis, but really, it was always you Blogger, I swear darling, I'll never stray again. Now that I've actually made myself a livejournal, I may as well cross-post there as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/7487557228216412276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=7487557228216412276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/7487557228216412276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/7487557228216412276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-got-something-not-much-but-it-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-1300368974151318524</id><published>2007-06-26T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:08:50.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing to see here'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Placeholder blogYeah baby, feel the intent.UPDATE: This blog is in hibernation mode. However, a post of decent length is being worked on. Slowly.This blog, on the other hand, splutters fitfully to life occasionally (well, at least it does when the power hasn't gone out to the server). Best go there in the meantime for the throbbing contemporary pulse of, er, me blogging.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/1300368974151318524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=1300368974151318524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/1300368974151318524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/1300368974151318524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2007/06/placeholder-blog-yeah-baby-feel-intent.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-4636290199232415348</id><published>2007-05-19T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T21:40:04.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4:39pmYipe!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/4636290199232415348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=4636290199232415348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/4636290199232415348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/4636290199232415348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2007/05/439pm-yipe.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-3732738593591414648</id><published>2007-05-19T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T17:24:11.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's on like, er, Taiwan6 hours 40 to go and we're in editing. Film largely there and cut, and being cobbled together sound, effects and music wise with all haste. I'm feeling a lot better than when I went to bed last night (for all of 4 hours) - it's stlll going to be close, but damn there's some good stuff in there (some of which tragically, i think we'll have to lose if we want to be under the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/3732738593591414648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=3732738593591414648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/3732738593591414648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/3732738593591414648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-on-like-er-taiwan-6-hours-40-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-7623265140865795095</id><published>2007-05-18T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:49:40.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All hands to the pumpsAbout 25 hours to go and it's going to be a much nearer run thing than last year, I suspect. Still, our film as the potential to be a lot better than last year's one too. If only we get the whole kit and kaboodle finished in time....Onwards! Phew. Thanks, caffiene.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/7623265140865795095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=7623265140865795095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/7623265140865795095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/7623265140865795095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-hands-to-pumps-about-25-hours-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-761004396183564012</id><published>2007-05-14T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:59:13.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fings wot &apos;appened'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jiminy CricketWhile it might seem sensible for life to throw significant events at you at regular, measured intervals, making things easier to deal with (or say, blog about) in a handy one-at-a-time fashion, it seems that nobody has taken the time to point this out to it, or if they did, it hasn't taken the advice to heart. I know this because the year to date has seen a postive barrage of things</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/761004396183564012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=761004396183564012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/761004396183564012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/761004396183564012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2007/05/jiminy-cricket-while-it-might-seem.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KlIRh9UCSpQ/RkhWLjcRo2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZvRksuDBkOs/s72-c/Drunken+Tim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-6568915732229214733</id><published>2007-04-30T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:08:50.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing to see here'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BlockDespite the general and typical vaguely guilty feeling about not writing anything here for a long time, and a definite accompanying idea that I'm going to write a post any minute now, no seriously - I'm struggling to actually convert this into actual posting (not least of all now, with a typing finger bandaged due to over vigorous Lulu stick-chasing) . I guess there's only so many different </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/6568915732229214733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=6568915732229214733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/6568915732229214733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/6568915732229214733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2007/04/block-despite-general-and-typical.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-2312465694816964354</id><published>2007-02-19T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T03:30:15.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PhewThe quick on the uptake among you may have noted I have finally fixed the blog some. I wish I could say I'd learned some HTML and analysed the problem properly, but in fact it was all down to cunning use of cutting and pasting. It's not entirely back where I want it yet, but comments are back in their rightful place, and since Haloscan have elected to stop charging people for comments over 4 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/2312465694816964354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=2312465694816964354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/2312465694816964354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/2312465694816964354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2007/02/phew-quick-on-uptake-among-you-may-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-121194633959262129</id><published>2007-01-21T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:08:50.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing to see here'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to post some more here lately. I do. But this stupid, stupid comments problem irks me no end and I don't feel like writing anything substantial while it's still here - can't post in the blog when the blogs not behaving itself (look, the logic works for me internally, OK?). Unfortunately, it shows no apparent signs of resolving itself. But I shall persist.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/121194633959262129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=121194633959262129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/121194633959262129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/121194633959262129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-want-to-post-some-more-here-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-3312809320580067028</id><published>2007-01-10T05:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T05:26:36.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Comment t'appelle vous?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/3312809320580067028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=3312809320580067028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/3312809320580067028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/3312809320580067028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2007/01/comment-tappelle-vous.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-3789969897728212452</id><published>2007-01-09T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T05:55:09.264-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SighI had links. They were there! Now, now, they are gone. My mistake was grabbing the cheese. No, in actual fact my mistake was actually trying to get Haloscan comments to work. I recently discovered to my joy that Haloscan seem to have gotten rid of their rather stupid "no access to your older comments for you, unless you give us money" policy, and so looked forward to delving into all those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/3789969897728212452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=3789969897728212452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/3789969897728212452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/3789969897728212452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2007/01/sigh-i-had-links.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-5094632172858995011</id><published>2006-12-24T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T00:40:43.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Over there, on an islandVodem: slow. Still, it's the internets, on an island (and not just the South one). This one in fact:(Look at the 'A' in Arapawa, follow the crossbar of the A directly to the left a tinydistance until you hit the coast, and we're about there.) First ever blog post to the net from this island? I feel it is reasonably likely.Anyway, have a fabulous Christmas one and all. May </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/5094632172858995011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=5094632172858995011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/5094632172858995011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/5094632172858995011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2006/12/over-there-on-island-vodem-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KlIRh9UCSpQ/RY47dmrftPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fH5v4n6Z8WU/s72-c/M_Map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-4568953292273717784</id><published>2006-12-12T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T06:39:57.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We demand additional lumberThe problem, clearly, with trying to update the blog every couple of days and posting every 2 or 3 weeks or so, is that things keep happening. What's written here is already getting well behind. But, realising that if I keep trying to update it without ever actually putting it up, it'll never get put up (this has happened before), I may as well cut my losses and post </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/4568953292273717784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=4568953292273717784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/4568953292273717784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/4568953292273717784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-demand-additional-lumber-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-116118288216859290</id><published>2006-10-18T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:01:57.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cricket: great'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Wars'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thoughts at 2:38amRicky Ponting has just chopped one on from outside off and Australia have been reduced to 16 for 2. Go the Windies, I say. An Australian defeat in this particular game would indeed be a turn-up for the books.Nobody ever specifies which books, mind. The saying sort of seems to implys record books - and books, plural - so what sort of range of publications do you think we're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/116118288216859290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=116118288216859290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/116118288216859290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/116118288216859290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2006/10/thoughts-at-238am-ricky-ponting-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-116087627861506103</id><published>2006-10-14T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T18:37:58.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just to remind everyone of what they know alreadyWar - really best avoided.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/116087627861506103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=116087627861506103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/116087627861506103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/116087627861506103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-to-remind-everyone-of-what-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-116057760788968152</id><published>2006-10-11T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:04:49.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cricket: great'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alcohol -  the cause of and solution to all of life&apos;s problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fings wot &apos;appened'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday today is the new Sunday of ages agoWell, the new regime of 'regular posting' can hardly be said to be going well really, although regular writing is faring a little better. I have logged on and written little bits of this every couple of days for the last two weeks or so, without actually having written enough in any one session to make me feel like it's finished, and thus ready to post </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/116057760788968152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=116057760788968152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/116057760788968152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/116057760788968152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2006/10/thursday-today-is-new-sunday-of-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-115928743167086107</id><published>2006-09-26T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:09:13.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing to see here'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is not the real post; move alongThe real post (written in part so far on Monday, and part so far on Tuesday) is partially written and will appear on this page within 24 96 hours of this one, or you all get permission to, er, do something nasty to me. Suggestions in the comments. Already I am thinking my writing every Sunday plan may need reconsideration; I may change it to just making sure I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/115928743167086107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=115928743167086107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/115928743167086107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/115928743167086107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-not-real-post-move-along-real.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-115877816969221571</id><published>2006-09-20T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:09:39.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing to see here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blue and green should never be seenI'm by no means finished playing with this fonts and colour wise; but if you knew how long it took to do all this with my "Unnh. UNNNNNNNH!!!" HTML skills, then you'd happily accept this generally lacklustre 'improvement', if only for the sake of pity. Focus instead on the miracles:1) I got the links bar to move to the right! TO THE RIGHT, people.2) I managed to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/115877816969221571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=115877816969221571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/115877816969221571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/115877816969221571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2006/09/blue-and-green-should-never-be-seen-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-115873612036467763</id><published>2006-09-19T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T11:54:40.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Get ur blog onI've been meaning for a good long time to resurrect this blog in some fashion, so I'm going to attempt to start now. I've been reading over some of the archives and attempting to work out why the posts aren't flowing as they used to (not that this flow was ever particularly rapid, but it was a lot better than it is now) . While part of it has probably been less inclination to write </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/115873612036467763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=115873612036467763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/115873612036467763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/115873612036467763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2006/09/get-ur-blog-on-ive-been-meaning-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-115529614823151020</id><published>2006-08-11T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T04:39:41.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Are you coming to / at our party?If not, why not?Eh?In other news, I know that this blog basically exists currently for me to come on once every 3 weeks (at best) or so and talk in 100 words or less about how I'm going to blog any second now, honestly, I mean it - but so help me God, if the next post found here is not a reasonable one - and by reasonable one I mean something that includes, you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/115529614823151020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=115529614823151020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/115529614823151020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/115529614823151020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2006/08/are-you-coming-to-at-our-party-if-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-115383041379002654</id><published>2006-07-25T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T02:42:31.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes I know, I know......I can feel your accusing eyes boring into me. And I have every intention of writing something proper soon. Honestly. But don't you understand how useless I am at getting just about anything done lately? Very useless, ladies and gentlemen. Very useless indeed. Do you know how many people I really owe e-mails to, like, a lot? (Hi Michelle, Lis, James, Pen, Teens, et al.) Do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/115383041379002654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=115383041379002654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/115383041379002654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/115383041379002654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2006/07/yes-i-know-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-115150224341586165</id><published>2006-06-28T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T06:44:03.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now think about the size of your bedroomStars: large.Post coming.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/115150224341586165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=115150224341586165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/115150224341586165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/115150224341586165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2006/06/now-think-about-size-of-your-bedroom.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-115073010190871225</id><published>2006-06-19T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T08:15:01.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The undead are like a bunch of friends that demand constant attentionThat's right They Might Be Giants, they are.As every sane person knows, the only sensible approach to the necessity of getting up early is to be still awake when it arrives. For, as They Might Be Giants point also out (strangely enough in the lyrics of the same song I take tonight's title from) sleeping is a gateway drug to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/115073010190871225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=115073010190871225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/115073010190871225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/115073010190871225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2006/06/undead-are-like-bunch-of-friends-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-114969509435022573</id><published>2006-06-07T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T08:44:54.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Get it off! Get it off!Inspired by some of the livejournals I've been reading lately:I promise you, I'm going to post, I really, really, willPatience is a virtue; so please try and wait untilI've got time to record the thoughts now floating in my headRight now- alas - it's half past three. I have to go to bed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/114969509435022573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=114969509435022573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/114969509435022573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/114969509435022573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2006/06/get-it-off-get-it-off-inspired-by-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-114848159562086893</id><published>2006-05-24T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T07:39:55.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The power of stabSo I saw 'X-Men: The Last Stand'. It didn't suck entirely, but it wasn't so great either. There was a bit too much of the standing around looking very earnest "and now we must go and fight for what is right" type of speechifying (see also 'Spiderman 2'), and Beast was OK, but he was no Nightcrawler vs. the secret service. One of the best blatant "we'll make a sequel if we want" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/114848159562086893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=114848159562086893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/114848159562086893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/114848159562086893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2006/05/power-of-stab-so-i-saw-x-men-last-stand.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-114788052806926919</id><published>2006-05-17T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T08:53:01.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK......so obviously that "every day for a week" claim a ways back didn't pan out too well, and even "posting soon" claims are surely ringing pretty hollow by now (That's right, you heard me, just now. Stop laughing.) But rather than try and write anything properly here now, as a way of actually trying to produce anything without spending any real time on it, and in the hope that just bunging </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/114788052806926919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=114788052806926919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/114788052806926919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/114788052806926919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-114683983507218717</id><published>2006-05-05T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T07:52:38.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CuspSo close...so close to blogging, and yet...not.So close in my headspace, even, to some sort of whole new more grown up, doing something-with-my-life, sitting-down-and-goddamned-actually-progressing kind of writing scheme thing, perhaps. Just maybe.But not yet.Maybe when I get this show out of the way. Threesome, everybody! Next Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday at Cloud 9 (aka the upper common </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/114683983507218717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=114683983507218717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/114683983507218717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/114683983507218717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2006/05/cusp-so-close.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-114467960901856908</id><published>2006-04-10T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:30:14.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He's All Right, Folks!It's OK everyone, I have a plan. No, really.In the meantime, I should really get around to posting that post I started writing on the 21st of February. Where does the time go. No, really?Really? No!Only Earl?Rally Neo:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/114467960901856908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=114467960901856908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/114467960901856908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/114467960901856908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2006/04/hes-all-right-folks-its-ok-everyone-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-114277573092297580</id><published>2006-03-19T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T05:42:33.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SighWednesday.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/114277573092297580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=114277573092297580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/114277573092297580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/114277573092297580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2006/03/sigh-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-114053309659304169</id><published>2006-02-21T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T07:37:58.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Honestly......a post is coming, see, I've been writing it even. But have to go to bed. See previous post, work, rarrrghh, etc.Meantime though, how cool is this? Some cool. And free! Yay the Interweb.UPDATE: Hmmm, or free to play with briefly, and then it wants you to register - it's still free, but open only to U.S residents (coming to other countries later, apparently). As proof that you are a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/114053309659304169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=114053309659304169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/114053309659304169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/114053309659304169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2006/02/honestly.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-114016178035961817</id><published>2006-02-16T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T05:03:30.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I failed to write 7 days a a row...sue me.Nevertheless, increased posting is happening...one in the pipeline, but I have to go to bed.Getting up and going to work SUCKS. There is never time to DO anything. Raarrrggh.That is all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/114016178035961817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=114016178035961817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/114016178035961817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/114016178035961817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-i-failed-to-write-7-days-a-row.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-114007994680555678</id><published>2006-02-15T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:06:25.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Wars'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The 'Mighty' Y-Wing: A pictorial essayBehold... ...the Y-Wing. Looks pretty cool, doesn't it? You're probably thinking to yourself right now: "Yeah, I could jump in that, head on out, let loose and really reduce the amount of tyranny in the galaxy". But don't be fooled, my friend. For the Y-Wing is a flying coffin. It no less than a space-going barn, one floating gently through space with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/114007994680555678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=114007994680555678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/114007994680555678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/114007994680555678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2006/02/mighty-y-wing-pictorial-essay-behold.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-113992865188940855</id><published>2006-02-14T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T06:50:51.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stacey's Mom has got it going onThe Americans may not to where they should use a letter 'u', but I bet it made writing that particular song easier. Somehow, 'Stacey's Mum has a really nice bum' doesn't quite have that same catchy ring to it (sounds pretty Kiwi though).That's certainly nothing to do with the rest of this post.You know, looking at it, 2005 really was a crap year for this blog. Just</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/113992865188940855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=113992865188940855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/113992865188940855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/113992865188940855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2006/02/staceys-mom-has-got-it-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-113862909258502314</id><published>2006-01-30T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T05:52:17.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Made you lookYou know, you may not believe me (and at this point in proceedings, who could blame you), but there is 2000 words, mostly about cricket, just sitting in my Blogger account waiting to coalesce into a proper post. At some point, and that point should be soon, I will take the requisite number of hours to add to them, make them more coherent, and get the resulting post, you know, posted.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/113862909258502314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=113862909258502314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/113862909258502314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/113862909258502314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2006/01/made-you-look-you-know-you-may-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-113638810964327241</id><published>2006-01-04T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T07:23:54.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ha ha...walking basslineHappy New Year, all. You too, sundry.If there was such a thing as a natural time to listen to Autumn Leaves, as performed in ultra laid- back fashion by Miles Davis and John Coltrane, I reckon 4:17am would be about it. I only lack the smokey, deserted jazz club, a table in the corner, and a scotch on the rocks.That scene is going in my movie.Hmm, and it looks like the old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/113638810964327241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=113638810964327241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/113638810964327241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/113638810964327241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2006/01/ha-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-113545617898766506</id><published>2005-12-24T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T12:29:38.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas everyoneHave a good one, whatever you're up to.(Post still coming. Honest.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/113545617898766506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=113545617898766506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/113545617898766506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/113545617898766506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-everyone-have-good-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-113387430008457506</id><published>2005-12-06T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T05:07:30.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Behold...X-Men 3 (subtitle: Bride of X-Men? Son of X-Men? X-Men Reloaded? The Sentinel Menace? X-Men with a Vengeance? X-Men and a Little Lady? National Lampoon's X-Men? Anyway...).Pretty cool for what is only an 'announcement teaser'. (Calm down, Mark.) It doesn't look good for the Golden Gate bridge. Also, in all of my not-knowing-all-that-much-about-the-X-Men wisdom, I declare Kelsey Grammar a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/113387430008457506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=113387430008457506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/113387430008457506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/113387430008457506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/12/behold.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-113288654522175976</id><published>2005-11-24T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T19:59:42.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kept ManSo I rolled into WINZ on Tuesday, armed with the 3,746 pieces of paper that they tell you to bring these days - proof of identity, proof of bank account, proof of earnings over the last year, proof of IRD number, WINZ building sudden-subisidence-causing-injury waiver, proof of who really killed JFK, proof of intelligent extraterrestrial life, statement of intent to not commit terrorist </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/113288654522175976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=113288654522175976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/113288654522175976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/113288654522175976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/11/kept-man-so-i-rolled-into-winz-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-113280563459486940</id><published>2005-11-23T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T20:41:02.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wait for it...It's still coming. In the mean time  this rather nifty looking and excellently named little game (with cool music no less) will test your hand-eye coordination in a fiendishly difficult manner, and in the process make you feel like a big thickie unco. Oh yes.2 things at once? That should be a lot easier than it actually is...High scores?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/113280563459486940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=113280563459486940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/113280563459486940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/113280563459486940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/11/wait-for-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-113249823822787538</id><published>2005-11-20T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T06:50:38.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My dicky knee!Blog's a comin'. I can feel it in my waters.Just you wait.Meanwhile however, what the HELL am I doing up?Jedi Dumbarse.Jedi Dumbarse indeed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/113249823822787538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=113249823822787538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/113249823822787538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/113249823822787538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-dicky-knee-blogs-comin.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-113142341236185568</id><published>2005-11-07T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T15:13:25.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SeetheOne of the problems, no, the problem about not having a job is that you don't have an income. Income is useful for a variety of humdrum boring purposes, such as paying rent and buying food, but, pinko liberal lefty Commie that I may be, I can't really deny that it is also pretty good to dispose of that disposable portion of your income on stuff. Geek spawn of pop culture and mass </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/113142341236185568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=113142341236185568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/113142341236185568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/113142341236185568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/11/seethe-one-of-problems-no-problem-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-113127821730550939</id><published>2005-11-06T03:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T15:11:48.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Screw you, universeAnother (considerably more relevant) moment of silence for Rod Donald.That really is pants. In fact, it is so pants that it actually is an entire shopping arcade devoted entirely to the sale of different types of trousers.Footnote: right-wing blog commenters already weighing in with the likes of 'sad but the country is now better off' should be struck dead.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/113127821730550939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=113127821730550939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/113127821730550939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/113127821730550939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/11/screw-you-universe-another-considerably.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-113076384542292178</id><published>2005-10-31T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T17:53:18.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey ManA moment of silence if you will please. The joke will probably have been made by SW fanboys on the web around the world already, but I can't help but feel that if he'd ejected when advised then he'd still be alive.Well, I'm an unemployed bum lately all right, and I suppose if I'm going to sit around all afternoon in my boxer shorts listening to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/113076384542292178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=113076384542292178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/113076384542292178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/113076384542292178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-reasons-unexplained-she-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-112907684360296718</id><published>2005-10-11T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T17:31:13.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A post in OctoberThought I better make one. It will be better soon.Possibly.It should also be noted that this was post 213.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/112907684360296718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=112907684360296718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/112907684360296718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/112907684360296718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/10/post-in-october-thought-i-better-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-112788875508311945</id><published>2005-09-27T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T21:02:34.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The point is taken, the beast is deadBehold Doom. It is set on Mars (hurrray!), but even more interestingly, they appear to have made large chunks of it as a first-person-movie. Which only makes sense, I suppose, in a 'how-come-we-haven't-really- seen-much-of-this-sort-of-thing-in-films-before?' way.'Allo 'Allo (Tim has decided to label it ?Allo ?Allo for some reason, making it look Spanish </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/112788875508311945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=112788875508311945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/112788875508311945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/112788875508311945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/09/point-is-taken-beast-is-dead-behold.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-112744416531004093</id><published>2005-09-22T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T19:56:05.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Public Service Announcement......where the public is Karen, you can all do her a service, should you happen to be passing (or even if you aren't, you should divert yourself there) Arthur Barnett's in town, by voting for her (decorated) bra in their Decorate a Bra competition. Hers has NZ native flowers on it and is cool. I can't speak for the other decorated bras, as I haven't seen them, but I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/112744416531004093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=112744416531004093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/112744416531004093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/112744416531004093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/09/public-service-announcement.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-112696648110856379</id><published>2005-09-17T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T08:17:03.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Getting All Democratic Up On That MofoSo we had an election, and Labour seems to have edged into some kind of perilous lead following the preliminary results. Thank God for that. Like a few other people I was starting to get worried - it certainly felt like there might be a change in the government, but perhaps this is just because I live in a city where The Press - Latin motto "suffragium pro </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/112696648110856379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=112696648110856379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/112696648110856379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/112696648110856379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/09/getting-all-democratic-up-on-that-mofo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-112661582709654688</id><published>2005-09-13T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T18:46:58.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sound familiar?Here then is an extract from Don Quixote which I started reading recently. It's jolly good so far, and can't really be praised extravagantly enough for giving rise to the excellent expression 'tilting at windmills.' Also in its favour is that it was written 'back in the day', meaning rather than typing this passage all out I can just go find the text on the web (it's not the exact </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/112661582709654688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=112661582709654688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/112661582709654688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/112661582709654688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/09/sound-familiar-here-then-is-extract.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-112502302844598459</id><published>2005-08-25T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T19:29:16.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bruce Willis: Always a Pasting Off the top of my head:Die Hard- beaten up- falls down stairs- walks over broken glass with bare feet- gets shot (shoulder, I seem to recall?)- near large explosionsDie Hard 2- falls off 747- narrowly avoids a plane landing on him- jumps off mid-air snowmobile- beaten up a number of times- ejects from exploding planeDie Hard 3- beaten up severely (hurled bodily into</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/112502302844598459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=112502302844598459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/112502302844598459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/112502302844598459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/08/bruce-willis-always-pasting-off-top-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-112373955180858969</id><published>2005-08-10T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T07:16:09.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>World Famous In New ZealandTrailer.Just slightly after the halfway point in this trailer, our young eponymous hero (in red cap) walks from screen left to right across a shop front, and to the right of frame a dapper gentleman in top hat and cravat leafs casually through some merchandise, and he...hey, wait a minute! I do believe I recognise those sideburns!Top hole, this man.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/112373955180858969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=112373955180858969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/112373955180858969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/112373955180858969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/08/world-famous-in-new-zealand-trailer.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-112286698077339874</id><published>2005-07-31T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T21:21:12.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>George C. Scott in 'Man Getting Hit By Football'OW. My groin knees.Well, Monday is here and it's day two of the after party recovery process. Actually, the enormous hangover I had anticipated on Sunday was headed off at the pass somewhat through a combination of long periods without actually drinking on the night, and then Berocca, exercise and pasta the next day, so my afternoon / evening was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/112286698077339874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=112286698077339874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/112286698077339874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/112286698077339874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/07/george-c.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-112106208370503896</id><published>2005-07-10T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T14:13:53.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I too can be a raving Internet fanboyAs Claire has been recently demonstrating, Blogger seems to have decided to make it easier for muppets such as myself to do this:Huzzah. In other news, some of you (Dan especially) may remember that super stylish game I bought and played called American McGee's Alice which took the concept of Alice in Wonderland and twisted it Gothic style, so that Wonderland </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/112106208370503896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=112106208370503896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/112106208370503896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/112106208370503896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-too-can-be-raving-internet-fanboy-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-111941908872390826</id><published>2005-06-21T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T18:36:18.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rejected!As promised, here is my (untitled) play as submitted that failed to get into Threesome this year. I wrote the end in 5 minutes flat and thus it wasn't entirely satisfactory and is kind of abrupt and strange (mind you one of the the other ideas for the end I had was this weird taking the piss out of postmodernism breaking the fourth wall sort of ending) but otherwise it was pretty much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/111941908872390826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=111941908872390826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/111941908872390826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/111941908872390826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/06/rejected-as-promised-here-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-111823236684457857</id><published>2005-06-08T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T22:13:45.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TV Turns You Into a Fat BastardNot to imply I was a particularly unfat bastard while I was actually filmed for television, or that I am one now, but I swear I don't normally look as fleshy and rotund as that. Especially those sideburns. So voluminous! They must weigh at least 5 kilos each.Anyway, Cash Battle currently (for the next 3 nights) stars us, and it is weird. One thing that comes across </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/111823236684457857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=111823236684457857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/111823236684457857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/111823236684457857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/06/tv-turns-you-into-fat-bastard-not-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-111457300279428407</id><published>2005-04-26T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T20:57:19.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is what I do at work at the moment (or: additional upcoming-movie-related short-form post goodness)Serenity is already going to be good. It could have the worst dialogue and plot known to man (and it won't, because Joss Whedon is better than that), and it would still be good. Why? Well, as I said in a previous post (and I quote):"I am so a funky spaceship whore. I think every film should </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/111457300279428407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=111457300279428407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/111457300279428407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/111457300279428407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-what-i-do-at-work-at-moment-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-111405675473943740</id><published>2005-04-20T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T21:12:34.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>StallingHad you forgotten about this? You had, hadn't you? Lucky I'm around, isn't it? Over here we have a few photos. The poster is cool too.In other news. the bus I was on today had a bus inspector get on it and check the tickets of everyone. This is the first time in my life I have ever seen this happen. I know - pretty exciting.It's coming. You have to will it to happen.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/111405675473943740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=111405675473943740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/111405675473943740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/111405675473943740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/04/stalling-had-you-forgotten-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-111320245973383062</id><published>2005-04-10T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T03:44:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Odd96.1 FM.I believe I am correct in thinking this is the Polytech frequency. Now over the years the Polyech radio station has given us some pretty cool stuff to listen to. You may recall Beatles FM or Radio Royale which Si was involved in. But has anyone tuned in lately to hear people reading out the Christchurch telephone directory?Josh put me onto this tonight, so perhaps I'm coming late to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/111320245973383062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=111320245973383062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/111320245973383062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/111320245973383062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/04/odd-96.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-111279396906057317</id><published>2005-04-06T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T06:26:09.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Really, I mean itYou know, I was going to blog this evening - honestly, I was, I've got lots of stuff to write about , and World of Warcraft is temporarily out of action too - but instead Karen played 'Squares' for like 3 hours.*I blame Tim.Actually I've got a muntload** of stuff besides this blog needs writing, but seemingly lack the time to do it, or possibly the inclination. No, this isn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/111279396906057317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=111279396906057317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/111279396906057317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/111279396906057317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/04/really-i-mean-it-you-know-i-was-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-111142076259881236</id><published>2005-03-21T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T07:59:22.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vegas baby, Vegas!A proper post (or perhaps even two[!!!]) to come this week, but first I have to seriously consider how to best spend the large sum of money that has arrived in my bank account.Gameshows. Gotta love 'em.Bling!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/111142076259881236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=111142076259881236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/111142076259881236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/111142076259881236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/03/vegas-baby-vegas-proper-post-or-perhaps.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-111075242057707654</id><published>2005-03-13T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T20:03:22.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They sent us up the bombSo the campus is currently swarming with officers of the law due to the discovery of a "cylindrical object". Inside scoop from this blog is that said cylindrical object is located near the Westpac money machine by the registry, and was inspected by our adminstrator here (Bill, ex-career army, Vietnam veteran, UN Attache to Korea, Director of New Zealand Military </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/111075242057707654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=111075242057707654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/111075242057707654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/111075242057707654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/03/they-sent-us-up-bomb-so-campus-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-110861271455067728</id><published>2005-02-16T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T19:58:34.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Er, right thenSo we're going to be on television, attempting to win large sums of money.The most disturbing aspect of which is, of course: Dave was right.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/110861271455067728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=110861271455067728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/110861271455067728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/110861271455067728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/02/er-right-then-so-were-going-to-be-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-110809324456420743</id><published>2005-02-10T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T20:05:19.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gender envyI'm at work. Shhh! Don't tell them I'm blogging!Anyway, has anyone noticed that lately Claire's blog has turned into the Oprah Winfrey show? I don't mean this as an insult or that the quality has degraded in any way or anything, just that it seems to have a big old 'sisters are doing it for themselves' feel going for it recently. She tends to write something along the lines of "Men, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/110809324456420743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=110809324456420743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/110809324456420743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/110809324456420743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/02/gender-envy-im-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-110738548288802657</id><published>2005-02-02T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T17:30:48.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Counterintuitive Strategies with Mixed Strategies in Zero-Sum GamesTranscribing some more. And although it certainly started out as a prospect far more interesting than articles about fiduciary duty and ACC law, it's amazing how fast this book about game theory (Games of Strategy, 2nd edition) has gone over my head. I can more or less grasp the idea of Nash equilibrium (although I haven't seen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/110738548288802657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=110738548288802657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/110738548288802657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/110738548288802657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/02/counterintuitive-strategies-with-mixed.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-110686798447828997</id><published>2005-01-27T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T19:28:21.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unlikely ways in which to almost maim yourself - part one in an occasional seriesor: Elementary lessons in chemistry and physicsSo last night it occurs to me that before I went away I failed to empty out my thermos, which I took to cricket on that really hot Saturday. Which was 2 weeks ago. I realised it still had quite a bit of orange juice in it. Curses, I thought, it shall be a mouldy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/110686798447828997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=110686798447828997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/110686798447828997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/110686798447828997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/01/unlikely-ways-in-which-to-almost-maim.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-110545931275863770</id><published>2005-01-11T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T14:26:38.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Plymouth baby, New Plymouth!Here's something I wrote last week and didn't finish, but I have to post, so I can say I've blogged from New Plymouth. More on New Plymouth to follow later. For now you'll have to make do with these uncompleted ramblings. And ramblings they very much are.Suffer.It's 2005, and despite having a whole new year on my hands, it's amazing indeed that I can find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/110545931275863770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=110545931275863770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/110545931275863770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/110545931275863770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-plymouth-baby-new-plymouth-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-110294977664244377</id><published>2004-12-13T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T07:05:34.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Arrrggh, no, give ME the budget of 100 plus millionWhy, why, WHY have they set War of the Worlds in modern day America? This is almost at 'Ford Prefect is to be played by Mos Def' levels of potential badness. If the end of the film is something along the lines of Tom Cruise uploading a virus to the mothership with his laptop while quipping "you messed with the wrong planet, you Martian </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/110294977664244377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=110294977664244377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/110294977664244377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/110294977664244377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2004/12/arrrggh-no-give-me-budget-of-100-plus.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-110122109770875772</id><published>2004-11-23T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T22:21:27.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Lethargy of the Long-Distance BloggerBloggy blog blog.No apologies for the delay between posts; you all know what to expect. If I make more claims about how it'll be different next time, I just end up sounding like a drug addict (I've changed, I swear!). The simple fact of the matter is I most often feel like writing late at night, and these days, despite the lack of a job, I am quite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/110122109770875772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=110122109770875772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/110122109770875772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/110122109770875772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2004/11/lethargy-of-long-distance-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-109812044751848352</id><published>2004-10-18T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T10:34:44.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dan Lives!He has boots. Excellent news.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/109812044751848352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=109812044751848352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/109812044751848352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/109812044751848352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2004/10/dan-lives-he-has-boots.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-109747352149621938</id><published>2004-10-10T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T22:53:08.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things you find on the internetTold you I'd be back. Anyway - this may be the coolest use of Shockwave ever. Wow.Go there. The load time is worth it.Stand not upon the order of thy going, but go!Right, carry on.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/109747352149621938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=109747352149621938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/109747352149621938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/109747352149621938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2004/10/things-you-find-on-internet-told-you-id.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-109720609419570058</id><published>2004-10-07T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T08:33:33.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ask and ye shall eventually receiveOK, so there's been a lot of big talk about some kind of decent blog, I'll admit. And calls that go along the lines of 'you suck!' are in fact starting to mount, although you'd think people would have something better to do with their time then come here and see what I've failed to come up with...I don't know, youth of today...anyway, time to at least actually</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/109720609419570058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=109720609419570058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/109720609419570058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/109720609419570058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2004/10/ask-and-ye-shall-eventually-receive-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-109656338419232707</id><published>2004-09-30T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T20:30:01.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought about it......honestly. But I was distracted by Ender's Shadow. Talk about your cash-ins - the exact same story as Ender's Game, but as told from the perspective of one of the supporting characters. Same exact dialogue in quite a few places. I really think once you've actually suceeded in breaking the barrier and becoming a big name author, you don't need to try nearly so hard any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/109656338419232707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=109656338419232707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/109656338419232707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/109656338419232707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-thought-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-109577305347577462</id><published>2004-09-21T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T06:24:13.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't worry...It occurs to me that people might think that sounds bad. It isn't. Just had that song in my head and came here to stall a big post for a bit longer....you'll all be pleased to know I really feel like blogging tonight, but sadly I have to get up stupidly early tomorrow for a last minute WINZ arse kissing effort.  Son of a BITCH. Free money is really starting to be not worth the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/109577305347577462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=109577305347577462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/109577305347577462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/109577305347577462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2004/09/dont-worry.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-109577282634967903</id><published>2004-09-21T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T06:20:26.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am just a poor boy and my story's seldom toldI also may have squandered my resistance.More to follow.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/109577282634967903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=109577282634967903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/109577282634967903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/109577282634967903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-am-just-poor-boy-and-my-storys-seldom.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-109516901108816038</id><published>2004-09-14T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T08:09:09.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I mean to blog......really, I do. But strangely, it seems I'm actually really busy. Weird. Or I am during the evenings anyway, which is when I actually have access to a computer. But it's coming! I promise! Much like I did a month ago. This time, however, I will take the serious measure of swearing upon my grandfather's grave that if I haven't written a decently long blog by Friday week, no-one</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/109516901108816038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=109516901108816038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/109516901108816038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/109516901108816038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-mean-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-109274364700667493</id><published>2004-08-17T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T18:18:24.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monty Python's Contractual Obligation AlbumI got nothing. Sorry. Blame WINZ for mucking up my blogging biorhythm altogether. I really can't make a decent tilt at it in the remaining 'before going to bed' time tonight, so like most of the posts during the week, this is really meaningless Internet filling waffle. Sorry again. I guess the experiment has shown you should only blog if it's worth the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/109274364700667493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=109274364700667493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/109274364700667493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/109274364700667493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2004/08/monty-pythons-contractual-obligation.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199744.post-109265978994347800</id><published>2004-08-16T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T05:37:31.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DamnitFirst things's first: you should all go and watch this. I suspect this film is going to seriously take the piss in a most amusing fashion. Oh yes.You know, when you have to get up in the morning, there's really no time to do anything. You get up, you do the thing you have to do, and then it's 11:30pm, and you have to go to bed so you can get up to do the thing again. This continues for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/feeds/109265978994347800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3199744&amp;postID=109265978994347800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/109265978994347800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3199744/posts/default/109265978994347800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbalc.blogspot.com/2004/08/damnit-first-thingss-first-you-should.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18053650365756334845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
