<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-5969452</id><updated>2024-03-05T03:00:45.842-04:00</updated><category term="Blogging"/><category term="Life"/><title type='text'>The Spot</title><subtitle type='html'>Irregularly Posting Since 2003</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>278</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-126517821286634020</id><published>2007-05-10T14:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T14:15:03.488-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past Revived</title><summary type="text">Dan and I have been meaning to fill out immigration forms for nigh on a year now, but we&#39;re making progress (motivated by job searching) which is good news.  In looking at forms I realized that we&#39;ve never celebrated our anniversary, which is sorta strange.  How then could I know when we first started going out?Simple: the blog.  So this l&#39;il web diary is useful in more ways than simply giving my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/126517821286634020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5969452/126517821286634020?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/126517821286634020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/126517821286634020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/2007/05/past-revived.html' title='The Past Revived'/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-2680361168891219306</id><published>2007-03-06T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T22:51:45.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Name That Judge!</title><summary type="text">It shouldn&#39;t be hard:  she kicks ass, and is so absolutely adorable in those santa clause robes the Supreme Court wears.See those smiles?  Those are smile of relief.  Woot!  No more mooting!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/2680361168891219306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5969452/2680361168891219306?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/2680361168891219306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/2680361168891219306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/2007/03/name-that-judge.html' title='Name That Judge!'/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3kZK6vkNimHVnyfhEKyXnyags36NWZKaGbebzqgOnSNK5YIJe2iowKmhADGCPu6b4l2QVuVjC-RBLDUrYYTw7uWRhyphenhyphen-9gqSu7GB2m_BJ_Byn6BIxHwqMDe6vNFXapGKZrXgOV/s72-c/IMG_1209.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-7514830924593959849</id><published>2007-02-27T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T15:24:22.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Someday I would like to figure out what it is about being here that makes me feel so good.  It&#39;s not just the warm, fuzzy, soft-but-not-too-soft couches.  Though they help, don&#39;t get me wrong.And it&#39;s not just Montreal, with it&#39;s lust for life, availability of anything, and pencil-thin-girls in pencil-thin-heels.  (The girls made me feel inadequate, until all my friends commented about how in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/7514830924593959849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5969452/7514830924593959849?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/7514830924593959849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/7514830924593959849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/2007/02/someday-i-would-like-to-figure-out-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-8029178054979130427</id><published>2007-02-26T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T18:09:36.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Mistake</title><summary type="text">It&#39;s over!  The excitement / dread / pandemonium of mooting.  My latest (and last) moot is done.  And I&#39;ve decided it was my favourite mistake of the year.Favourite because I was able to go to Ottawa and visit the Vimy guides, thereby enjoying an excellent reunion.  Also, Sara is engaged!  Woot![Mistake because French is HARD.  Legal French very.  But I steeeel dee-liver eet een a verry sexy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/8029178054979130427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5969452/8029178054979130427?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/8029178054979130427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/8029178054979130427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-favourite-mistake.html' title='My Favourite Mistake'/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-5325175948345882845</id><published>2006-11-30T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T20:23:22.377-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><title type='text'>New Comments Have Posts!</title><summary type="text">Well, I&#39;ve migrated to the Blogger Beta.  And, quite frankly, this is a test of whether the new posts actually will have comments, or if I will have to tinker with the decidedly non-blogger template.(which I don&#39;t think I&#39;m ever going to want to change: it could be better, but I love that look.  To be frank, it&#39;s the closest I&#39;ve ever come to a picture of the best moment of my life.  Do you know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/5325175948345882845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5969452/5325175948345882845?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/5325175948345882845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/5325175948345882845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-comments-have-posts.html' title='New Comments Have Posts!'/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-116377919851161870</id><published>2006-11-17T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T11:59:58.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever Wonder....</title><summary type="text">There&#39;s this line in Hannibal where Clarisse Starling saysNot that I knew where your premises is.  Or is it, where your premises are?Wonder no longer.    Aww yeah, grammar is cool.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/116377919851161870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5969452/116377919851161870?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/116377919851161870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/116377919851161870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/2006/11/ever-wonder.html' title='Ever Wonder....'/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-116302370422719450</id><published>2006-11-08T17:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T18:12:18.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Wrote Graffiti My Name Was Spot</title><summary type="text">While I was getting my hair cut [during my clandestine visit to Montreal, to be kept especially secret from Jesse Gainer on pain of hurting his feelings... oh wait.. damn]Anyway, while I was getting my hair cut I attempted an almost-not-awkward conversation in French with my hair-cutting lady, and she confided something that was an overwhelming relief of &quot;Oh wow, I&#39;m not the only person who does </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/116302370422719450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5969452/116302370422719450?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/116302370422719450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/116302370422719450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-i-wrote-graffiti-my-name-was-spot.html' title='When I Wrote Graffiti My Name Was Spot'/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-116286579109294449</id><published>2006-11-06T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T22:16:31.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another exciting &quot;guest&quot; post!</title><summary type="text">Hi there, it&#39;s your friendly guest editor and author&#39;s significant other. I just thought that while Sarah is away in Montreal - and considering the topic of her last post - I&#39;d point this out to you. When I saw this I thought, &quot;finally!&quot; because really, the future is so, so slow in getting here. Yes, this is neat, but I&#39;m ready for real robot friends. I want surfing the net to be something more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/116286579109294449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5969452/116286579109294449?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/116286579109294449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/116286579109294449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-exciting-guest-post.html' title='Another exciting &quot;guest&quot; post!'/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-116128421425463364</id><published>2006-10-19T15:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T15:56:54.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling in</title><summary type="text">I just visited William Gibson&#39;s blog for the first time, a move inspried by my ever-growing adoration for his books in general and Pattern Recognition in particular.For those of you who are unaware, Gibson is my Woodstock. Well, something like that anyway.  His novel, Neuromancer, was the first to win all three major sci-fi awards: the Hugo, the Nebula and the Philip K. Dick.  It is also my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/116128421425463364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5969452/116128421425463364?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/116128421425463364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/116128421425463364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/2006/10/falling-in.html' title='Falling in'/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-116111882472843529</id><published>2006-10-17T17:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T23:07:47.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the love goes</title><summary type="text">I&#39;ve been thinking a lot about long term relationships lately, for a variety of reasons.  A few close friends have been breaking up, which brings up the inevitable &quot;Why?  Why?  Why?&quot;.  I think it&#39;s important to deflect this painful question to the more constructive &quot;What next?&quot;, but in the quiet that follows I have to admit: it&#39;s a good question to ask.I still don&#39;t know why my first committed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/116111882472843529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5969452/116111882472843529?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/116111882472843529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/116111882472843529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/2006/10/where-love-goes.html' title='Where the love goes'/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-116100343182769342</id><published>2006-10-16T09:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T09:57:11.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Itchy feet</title><summary type="text">I&#39;m nostalgic for Hong Kong this morning.  My family went over in 2002 to visit Emilie: it was the best family vacation we&#39;ve ever had.I  miss it, even though I was only there for  maybe 7 days.  I think I want to travel again. It got me thinking, when will I do that again?  When I&#39;m being self-indulgent I dream about honeymooning in Paris - I really love that city.  But maybe Hong Kong would be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/116100343182769342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5969452/116100343182769342?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/116100343182769342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/116100343182769342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/2006/10/itchy-feet.html' title='Itchy feet'/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-116075044644302854</id><published>2006-10-13T11:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:40:46.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday... of Death!</title><summary type="text">Ahhhh!  Did I miss Arran&#39;s birthday?Ever notice how birthdays pile up?  My mom reminded me on Wednesday that I&#39;ve missed one grandmother&#39;s birthday and was about to miss another.  Have I missed more?Probably.  Well, definitely, considering how often I send birthday cards [twice a year.  Mom and Dad].  What, you mean all my other friends were born on particular days too?I get resentful when I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/116075044644302854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5969452/116075044644302854?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/116075044644302854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/116075044644302854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/2006/10/birthday-of-death.html' title='The Birthday... of Death!'/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-115979633066895347</id><published>2006-10-02T10:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T10:38:50.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I get by with a little help from my friends</title><summary type="text">Thanks go out to Eddie without whom I might never known the terrible Sailor Moon truth.  At a moment when I was desperate for some procrastination, Eddie and YouTube came through.  As a recovering Moonie, this is exactly the sort of relapse I needed.Relapses are good when you&#39;re preparing for a very public mock trial, aka the Smith Shield.  It&#39;s funny - the more I watched the first season of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115979633066895347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5969452/115979633066895347?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/115979633066895347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/115979633066895347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-get-by-with-little-help-from-my.html' title='I get by with a little help from my friends'/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-115507380208412967</id><published>2006-08-08T18:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T18:50:02.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Many a game has been played.</title><summary type="text">A part of working is feeling as though you&#39;ve earned your fun time. So when the occasional free weekend comes along, it&#39;s entirely possible that one might go a little overboard.And I did go overboard, with a vengence. And it felt gooooood.It started Friday night, when I successfully managed a rental from Enterprise. Don&#39;t laugh. It&#39;s hard to rent a car from those guys. Which is why, though I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115507380208412967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5969452/115507380208412967?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/115507380208412967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/115507380208412967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/2006/08/many-game-has-been-played.html' title='Many a game has been played.'/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-115455303414157353</id><published>2006-08-02T18:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T18:10:34.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirate Babies</title><summary type="text">ARRRR!Heh heh.  If I ever get fired from the firm, that&#39;s the line I&#39;ll use.  Avast!  Now how will I feed my little corporate pirate babies?!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115455303414157353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5969452/115455303414157353?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/115455303414157353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/115455303414157353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/2006/08/pirate-babies.html' title='Pirate Babies'/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-115366249846546748</id><published>2006-07-23T09:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T10:48:18.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I dream a highway</title><summary type="text">It&#39;s been so long since I&#39;ve posted, I&#39;ve almost list the knack of it.  Oh well, here goes:I&#39;m on a business trip.  My first ever, and to Cape Breton.  Every inch of it: I&#39;ve been sent to do title searches as each of Cape Breton&#39;s four land registries.  Port hood, Baddeck, Arichat and now Sydney.  I must say, it&#39;s been a long time since I&#39;ve seen Port Hood, and it&#39;s more beautiful than I remember</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115366249846546748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5969452/115366249846546748?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/115366249846546748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/115366249846546748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-dream-highway.html' title='I dream a highway'/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-115101539559075711</id><published>2006-06-22T19:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T07:53:09.743-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Hello dear readers, I&#39;m back in the driver&#39;s seat, since Sarah&#39;s off to England for Emilie&#39;s graduation and I am all by myself in Halifax, and I&#39;ll be here exercising my editorial powers judiciously. My first act as emperor is to bring you world-class French turntablists [via WFMU].</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115101539559075711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5969452/115101539559075711?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/115101539559075711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/115101539559075711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-dear-readers-im-back-in-drivers.html' title=''/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-114989153600398398</id><published>2006-06-09T18:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T19:24:49.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut Up, I&#39;m very Big and Important</title><summary type="text">So, ever since Dan decided to turn his blog into some kinda mystic oracle, he&#39;s been kind enough to post interesting tidbits on my blog. Which is good, because, as you&#39;ve all kindly said, it was getting a little mouldy in here.(Though I did so enjoy leaving that mushy picture up for so long. Dan&#39;s in L-O-V-E! Aww, lookit him blush).Wow, so, uh, lots to say. Highlights that stand out are:Spring </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114989153600398398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5969452/114989153600398398?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/114989153600398398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/114989153600398398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/2006/06/shut-up-im-very-big-and-important.html' title='Shut Up, I&#39;m very Big and Important'/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-114987928701938169</id><published>2006-06-09T15:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T16:03:18.630-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">First item, a correction, thanks to Andrew: &quot;I&#39;m the Juggernaut, bitch!&quot; is a tribute to the shenanigans of some stoned X-Men fans. You can see the evidence (all nine breathtaking minutes) here.Second item: I normally operate according to the maxim that, musically, if Everybody else likes it then I don&#39;t. In fact just the idea that everybody won&#39;t stop raving about a band can make me strongly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114987928701938169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5969452/114987928701938169?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/114987928701938169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/114987928701938169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-item-correction-thanks-to-andrew.html' title=''/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-114873251877802999</id><published>2006-05-27T09:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T09:24:43.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Sorry, &quot;X3.&quot; The big deal with respect to this movie, at least for Halifax, is Ellen Page. I won&#39;t spoil the movie for those of you who want to see it, but something happened in the theatre that made me think: Why do audiences laugh at (what I consider) inappropriate moments? So Ellen Page&#39;s character, who looks to be about 14, is in the midst of rescuing this special mutant, etc. etc. with large</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114873251877802999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5969452/114873251877802999?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/114873251877802999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/114873251877802999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/2006/05/sorry-x3.html' title=''/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-114848542412306044</id><published>2006-05-24T12:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T12:43:44.146-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">So since Sarah just DOESN&#39;T HAVE TIME to update her blog, I&#39;ll do it for her (seeing as how mine is so up to date). And if she doesn&#39;t like it she can change it herself.In recent news, Sarah works all the time at a certain law firm in Halifax now known by an acronym that means &quot;to bite down hard.&quot; Also, Thursday is her birthday. She will be twenty-four. The plan is to go out to dinner and, on the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114848542412306044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5969452/114848542412306044?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/114848542412306044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/114848542412306044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-since-sarah-just-doesnt-have-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-113993939018061709</id><published>2006-02-14T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T13:49:50.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me play among the stars</title><summary type="text">Happy Valentine&#39;s Day ev&#39;rybody!  The sun is shining, it&#39;s a be-autiful day in Halifax, and I&#39;ve done tons of laundry.  Very productive, feels good.I thought I&#39;d take the day to re-publish a much beloved picture.  I believe we owe this one to Arran - in more ways that one: she took it, and developed it herself.  Remember that night?  Jesse&#39;s house on the way back to Montreal.  99 luftballons on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113993939018061709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5969452/113993939018061709?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/113993939018061709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/113993939018061709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/2006/02/let-me-play-among-stars.html' title='Let me play among the stars'/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-113942241102677539</id><published>2006-02-08T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T12:46:27.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m not dead yet!</title><summary type="text">The last time I wrote a ridiculously long post, I had a bit of a side-bet going on with Dan.&quot;I&#39;ll bet no one reads this through&quot; I told him.&quot;No, I think people will&quot; says he.&quot;Alright, I&#39;ll slip the news of the engagement in at the end.  Let&#39;s see who reads it through first.&quot; said I.Jesse Gainer, you win.In all seriousness, I was pretty happy with the response. Well, I&#39;m pretty happy, period. But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113942241102677539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5969452/113942241102677539?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/113942241102677539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/113942241102677539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-not-dead-yet.html' title='I&#39;m not dead yet!'/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-113648258673953722</id><published>2006-01-05T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T13:36:26.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Puffle</title><summary type="text">I&#39;m back in Halifax after a fun and eventful vacation in Sydney.It was pretty crazy here, for a while. I was writing the paper in the midst of exams, and it was becoming so big in my mind and remaining so small on paper that I thought I was losing my mind. I pretty much wrote my family law exam as an afterthought: the paper was due the next day and Family was open book.I will never be able to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113648258673953722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5969452/113648258673953722?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/113648258673953722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/113648258673953722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/2006/01/puffle.html' title='Puffle'/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-113402294004550892</id><published>2005-12-08T02:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T02:22:20.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our house is clean again</title><summary type="text">Dear blog,I haven&#39;t forgotten about you.  Really. I&#39;ve just been eating, breathing, living Evidence law.And Constitutional&#39;s tomorrow.So chin up: I won&#39;t neglect you forever.Love,-S</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113402294004550892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5969452/113402294004550892?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/113402294004550892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969452/posts/default/113402294004550892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spottle.blogspot.com/2005/12/our-house-is-clean-again.html' title='Our house is clean again'/><author><name>Spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myweb.dal.ca/sr850990/sacrecoeur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>