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<?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl" type="text/xsl" media="screen"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css" type="text/css" media="screen"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421</id><updated>2008-07-23T01:51:00.890+01:00</updated><title type="text">Bulbboy.co.uk</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Bulbboy" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421.post-8222413138362449179</id><published>2008-07-16T20:45:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T02:01:19.106+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><title type="text">Helicobacter</title><summary type="text">after having an endoscopy a couple of weeks ago, i got the results. apparently there is bacteria in my stomach. i got a call from the gp confirming this and telling me to come to the health centre to pick up my medicine. the girl on the phone sounded really young then mentioned "irradiation." it must be pretty bad if i have to pick up the medication at the health centre "i thought to myself", </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/2008/07/helicobacter.html" title="Helicobacter" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19351421&amp;postID=8222413138362449179&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8222413138362449179/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8222413138362449179" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19351421/posts/default/8222413138362449179" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421.post-9078992040498816073</id><published>2008-07-04T20:38:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:35:18.880+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="light" /><title type="text">Light Snack</title><summary type="text">yesterday i didn't eat much. i had a light snack, or a snack of light. i had to have a medical procedure at the southern general hospital: an endoscopy. that's the one where they put a camera down your throat, not the other end. they need to give me this as my stomach has i've had some trouble with keeping food down and acid reflux.

it was scheduled for 8.30am, and i last ate anything about </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/2008/07/light-snack.html" title="Light Snack" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19351421&amp;postID=9078992040498816073&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9078992040498816073/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/9078992040498816073" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19351421/posts/default/9078992040498816073" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421.post-6711056796496973471</id><published>2008-06-16T07:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:11:41.127+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="domain names" /><title type="text">How do you like them apples?</title><summary type="text">i love this clip from good will hunting. good movie. check it out if you haven't already. 

other related apple info: i've got apple.la on auction on sedo here if you want to make a bid. less than 4 hours to go.</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-do-you-like-them-apples.html" title="How do you like them apples?" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19351421&amp;postID=6711056796496973471&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6711056796496973471/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6711056796496973471" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19351421/posts/default/6711056796496973471" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421.post-5163357849409415910</id><published>2008-05-28T01:10:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T01:57:19.917+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title type="text">My Father's Heart</title><summary type="text">my father is in barra. he went up on saturday, 4 years to the day he had triple heart bypass surgery. his brother died today, technically yesterday, 12 hours ago.

the rest of the family will join him tomorrow, in preparation for the funeral which will probably be on thursday.

i have no uncles left now. Archie is my third uncle to pass away this year, after my mother's brother and mickey joe </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-fathers-heart.html" title="My Father's Heart" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19351421&amp;postID=5163357849409415910&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5163357849409415910/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5163357849409415910" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19351421/posts/default/5163357849409415910" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421.post-5641776516786059277</id><published>2008-05-24T04:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T06:08:04.503+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies" /><title type="text">Benjamin Button, the Curious Case of</title><summary type="text">just spotted this trailer on yt. it's for the talented david fincher's new movie: the curious case of benjamin button. it won't be out until december 19th, just in time for christmas.



the film is about a man (brad pitt) who is aged 80 and ages backwards. you may have noticed that this is the spanish version of the trailer, i don't think an english one is available yet. it looks amazing and </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/2008/05/benjamin-button-curious-case-of.html" title="Benjamin Button, the Curious Case of" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19351421&amp;postID=5641776516786059277&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5641776516786059277/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5641776516786059277" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19351421/posts/default/5641776516786059277" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421.post-5078979737497051300</id><published>2008-05-15T03:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T06:02:20.409+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><title type="text">Free Joe Satriani Ticket</title><summary type="text">this isn't a pre scheduled blog post. i got back in late this evening with my ears ringing. a friend gave me a free ticket to go and see Joe Satriani at the Glasgow concert hall. it was a pretty great seat as well, up in the balcony facing the stage.

the reason why i was lucky enough to receive the ticket: i don't like football. rangers were playing a team down in Manchester for the uefa cup. </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/2008/05/free-joe-satriani-ticket.html" title="Free Joe Satriani Ticket" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19351421&amp;postID=5078979737497051300&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5078979737497051300/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5078979737497051300" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19351421/posts/default/5078979737497051300" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421.post-1200373327369944029</id><published>2008-05-11T23:16:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T00:17:36.129+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eyes" /><title type="text">Too Much Light</title><summary type="text">on friday i went to the opticians to have an eye checkup. he wanted a good look inside so dilated my pupils by putting some drops in them. this stung for about 10 seconds. your natural reaction is to shut your eyes tight, but the optician said you have to blink to let the air at your eyes and the stinging soon stops. you then have that "pitch black" look.


he made me stick my face in another </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/2008/05/too-much-light.html" title="Too Much Light" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19351421&amp;postID=1200373327369944029&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1200373327369944029/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1200373327369944029" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19351421/posts/default/1200373327369944029" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421.post-2683144901544091723</id><published>2008-05-04T22:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:00:00.439+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogger" /><title type="text">Big Fat Liar</title><summary type="text">just testing the new future posting ability of blogger. the Blogger Buzz site informs us that we can now schedule posts to be published at a future date and time. this means that you can go on holiday, go to the shops, or just write up all you posts for the month in one day, then take a break from blogging.

i'm pushing the boat out here and publishing a whole 15 mins into the future. it's 9.45 </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/2008/05/big-fat-liar.html" title="Big Fat Liar" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19351421&amp;postID=2683144901544091723&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2683144901544091723/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/2683144901544091723" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19351421/posts/default/2683144901544091723" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421.post-9068742288746710185</id><published>2008-05-01T02:33:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T03:29:37.202+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title type="text">Eriskay Escapades</title><summary type="text">my family and I went to Eriskay for a few days. it wasn't for a holiday or a little break away. instead it was to bury my mother's brother, Ken. you may have read that he was already cremated in melbourne, Australia, but he wanted to be buried in Eriskay where he grew up. why choose between cremation and burial when you can have both! Ken wasn't the biggest of guys but even transporting a small </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/2008/05/eriskay-escapades.html" title="Eriskay Escapades" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19351421&amp;postID=9068742288746710185&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9068742288746710185/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/9068742288746710185" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19351421/posts/default/9068742288746710185" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421.post-7655807054737056808</id><published>2008-04-06T05:59:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T06:46:58.170+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="floatation" /><title type="text">Hydrotherapy / Floatation Therapy</title><summary type="text">since just before christmas i have been visiting a hospital and getting hydrotherapy. before you get pictures in your head of me doing aquarobics with elderly ladies, it's actually a small pool in which a physiotherapist shows me gentle exercises. i say gentle, but actually mean "harder than one first suspects."

when i saw a physio at my local health centre she asked me to mark on a diagram </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/2008/04/hydrotherapy-floatation-therapy.html" title="Hydrotherapy / Floatation Therapy" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19351421&amp;postID=7655807054737056808&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7655807054737056808/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7655807054737056808" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19351421/posts/default/7655807054737056808" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421.post-5373253578754809730</id><published>2008-03-19T05:09:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:01:56.118Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="self development" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="politics" /><title type="text">Political Darkness</title><summary type="text">politics doesn't interest me very much but i love this barrack obama video i discovered on seobook last month.







Yes we can lyrics:



It was a creed written into the founding documents that declared the destiny of a nation: Yes, we can.

It was whispered by slaves and abolitionists as they blazed a trail towards freedom through the darkest of nights: Yes, we can.

It was sung by immigrants </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/2008/03/political-darkness.html" title="Political Darkness" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19351421&amp;postID=5373253578754809730&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5373253578754809730/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5373253578754809730" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19351421/posts/default/5373253578754809730" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421.post-3566562782105590667</id><published>2008-03-17T06:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-17T06:41:23.264Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogging" /><title type="text">About Me(me)</title><summary type="text">Summer has tagged me and i have to give you some titbits of info about me. here goes:


What was I doing 10 years ago?
... in 1998 i was 22 and nearing the end of a 4 year degree course in fine art. it was in dundee and i specialised in oil painting

Things On My To Do list
... get a "to do list"  :)
... get healthier
... see a specialist
... float more
... swim more
... spend more time being </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/2008/03/about-meme.html" title="About Me(me)" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19351421&amp;postID=3566562782105590667&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3566562782105590667/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3566562782105590667" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19351421/posts/default/3566562782105590667" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421.post-6634925027563375502</id><published>2008-03-17T05:20:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-17T06:00:05.467Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title type="text">Perpetual Light</title><summary type="text">i was at a funeral on saturday. another of my uncles died last week. his name was Michael. i didn't know him very well as he had separated from my aunt a long time ago. he had isolated himself from people he knew over the course of his life. by all accounts he was difficult to live with, but towards the end of his life, and his battle with cancer, in the final few weeks he made his peace with his</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/2008/03/perpetual-light.html" title="Perpetual Light" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19351421&amp;postID=6634925027563375502&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6634925027563375502/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6634925027563375502" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19351421/posts/default/6634925027563375502" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421.post-8605460254282453192</id><published>2008-03-03T03:23:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-03-06T02:52:56.373Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tongue" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dvd" /><title type="text">Mother Tongue</title><summary type="text">i'm a mummy's boy, and apparently have the perfect tongue for piercing.

mother's day, or mothering sunday was on the 2nd of march here in the uk but is on the second sunday of may (11th may in 2008) in the states. everyday is mother's day for me, but it's one of those days when we have to be extra nice to our mothers. that means not telling her you just got your tongue pierced. on her return </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/2008/03/mother-tongue.html" title="Mother Tongue" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19351421&amp;postID=8605460254282453192&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8605460254282453192/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8605460254282453192" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19351421/posts/default/8605460254282453192" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421.post-8578987173834602923</id><published>2008-02-21T07:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-05-01T02:40:20.677+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title type="text">Death Down Under</title><summary type="text">my mother just returned from oz . she hadn't planned the 3 week visit down under: at the end of january she received a sad call from her eldest sister to say that her brother, Ken, had died. he was 72, the eldest of her siblings.


the neighbours hadn't seem him for a while so the police broke in to his house where he was found in his bed. it's unclear how long he was there for, it could have </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/2008/02/death-down-under.html" title="Death Down Under" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19351421&amp;postID=8578987173834602923&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8578987173834602923/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8578987173834602923" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19351421/posts/default/8578987173834602923" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421.post-1976487322548173384</id><published>2008-02-09T06:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-09T07:52:02.349Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humour" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eyes" /><title type="text">Dramatic Lemur</title><summary type="text">just because.


</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/2008/02/dramatic-lemur.html" title="Dramatic Lemur" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19351421&amp;postID=1976487322548173384&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1976487322548173384/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1976487322548173384" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19351421/posts/default/1976487322548173384" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421.post-7182451332129474105</id><published>2008-01-07T06:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-08T07:28:43.360Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas" /><title type="text">Balls to Christmas</title><summary type="text">so the 12 days of christmas came and went, and so did the feast of the epiphany (and i didn't have a good idea that day). it was time to take down the christmas tree.

last year we didn't put up a tree. in it's place, or so we thought, we placed a wicker-type reindeer, christened, of course, "robbie." we did have a tree this year, but the our little wicker friend also made a reappearance. </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/balls-to-christmas.html" title="Balls to Christmas" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19351421&amp;postID=7182451332129474105&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7182451332129474105/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7182451332129474105" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19351421/posts/default/7182451332129474105" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421.post-6827098585074839715</id><published>2008-01-04T01:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-04T01:35:18.870Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dvd" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="24" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="apple" /><title type="text">Day 1 half way through Day 6</title><summary type="text">happy new year all! 

what did you do on the first day of the year? Bulbgirl and i got half way through day 6. before you have any ideas that we have perfected time travel, or, more likely, are having a nervous breakdown, i'm talking 24.

if you are a fan of 24 starring keifer sutherland you probably call it day 6, non-fans tend to call it series 6. as the powerbook screen is still out of action,</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-1-half-way-through-day-6.html" title="Day 1 half way through Day 6" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19351421&amp;postID=6827098585074839715&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6827098585074839715/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6827098585074839715" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19351421/posts/default/6827098585074839715" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421.post-2370746298878843947</id><published>2007-12-30T20:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-30T20:25:38.140Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humour" /><title type="text">Teesway One Nine Nine</title><summary type="text">the science of spinning and some pre new year humour.

Teesway 1 9 9 

:)</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/teesway-one-nine-nine.html" title="Teesway One Nine Nine" /><link rel="related" href="http://smackdown.blogsblogsblogs.com/2007/12/01/newbs-science-spinning-teesway-one-nine-nine-and-a-saturday-meme/" title="Teesway One Nine Nine" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19351421&amp;postID=2370746298878843947&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2370746298878843947/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/2370746298878843947" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19351421/posts/default/2370746298878843947" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421.post-7816664713300276309</id><published>2007-12-01T01:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-01T03:03:58.744Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="play" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthday" /><title type="text">Tom Conti, Naked (Romantic Comedy)</title><summary type="text">for my birthday, Bulbgirl took me to see romantic comedy, a play directed by, and starring one of scotland's best loved actors, Tom Conti. she surprised me on the way there, as we were supposed to be going to the cinema. calling her bluff i said aww, i was looking forward to american gangster. her face dropped, and i smiled saying only kidding. she's easily fooled that way. i was fooled too, but </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/tom-conti-naked-romantic-comedy.html" title="Tom Conti, Naked (Romantic Comedy)" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19351421&amp;postID=7816664713300276309&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7816664713300276309/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7816664713300276309" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19351421/posts/default/7816664713300276309" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421.post-5294203513520994031</id><published>2007-11-29T00:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-29T00:42:51.903Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthday" /><title type="text">It’s My God Damn Birthday!</title><summary type="text">this worked for another someone i know so i thought i'd try it. :)

32 years ago today, Graham Hill (pictured left) the motor racing driver was killed in a plane crash in England.
32 years ago today, the name "Micro-soft" (for microcomputer software) was used by Bill Gates in a letter on the 29th november (so says Wikipedia).
32 years ago today, Bulbboy was born (don't remember which hour i was </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-my-god-damn-birthday.html" title="It’s My God Damn Birthday!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19351421&amp;postID=5294203513520994031&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5294203513520994031/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5294203513520994031" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19351421/posts/default/5294203513520994031" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421.post-1992835599703932743</id><published>2007-11-28T15:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-28T15:34:07.350Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><title type="text">Herbal Medicine</title><summary type="text">it's that time of year when everybody is coughing and spluttering and talking about the bugs and colds that are doing the rounds. most people i know have had an awful cold, but i have managed to dodge it. how could i be so fortunate?

my immune system was quite low a few months back, a midge bit me and my forearm swelled quite considerably, not what you want happening during Scottish midge season</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/2007/11/herbal-medicine.html" title="Herbal Medicine" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19351421&amp;postID=1992835599703932743&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1992835599703932743/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1992835599703932743" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19351421/posts/default/1992835599703932743" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421.post-6249389230446583410</id><published>2007-11-09T15:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-09T15:12:59.015Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="powerbook" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="apple" /><title type="text">Help! Apple Powerbook Screen Problems</title><summary type="text">
help! the picture above of my powerbook is not a lovely stripy desktop background, a la Paul Smith but a picture of my wonky powerbook screen. last night while watching a film, labyrinth starring David Bowie, it developed some weird brown stripes, which looked great but gave me just more than a little casuse for concern. the right half of the screen is separated into a light half and a dark half</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/2007/11/help-apple-powerbook-screen-problems.html" title="Help! Apple Powerbook Screen Problems" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19351421&amp;postID=6249389230446583410&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6249389230446583410/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6249389230446583410" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19351421/posts/default/6249389230446583410" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421.post-2829395427475538324</id><published>2007-11-02T04:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-02T05:31:35.268Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cats" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sculpey" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sculpture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animals" /><title type="text">The Cat Came Back</title><summary type="text">


Raku's remains were returned to us from the pet crematorium. my sister wanted that done so we can scatter his ashes on the heather where he used to lie. there is still a patch there which he carved, or nudged out for himself. we used to look out the window and laugh to see his little head pop up from the rockery.

i would have been just as happy burying him out in the back garden, with a </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/2007/11/cat-came-back.html" title="The Cat Came Back" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19351421&amp;postID=2829395427475538324&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2829395427475538324/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/2829395427475538324" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19351421/posts/default/2829395427475538324" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351421.post-6765222487140137820</id><published>2007-10-23T08:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T21:17:07.366Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogging" /><title type="text">The Rules - blog tag!</title><summary type="text">Summer blog tagged me for a second time with a meme:

from answers.com
In modern times, the advent of the Internet — and more specifically of email — has provided memes with a high-fidelity propagation medium that enables highly prolific memes to propagate quickly. Chain emails furnish a significant example, and in-depth studies have examined their evolution and mutation based on their </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/rules-blog-tag.html" title="The Rules - blog tag!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19351421&amp;postID=6765222487140137820&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6765222487140137820/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulbboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6765222487140137820" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19351421/posts/default/6765222487140137820" /><author><name>Bulbboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776629861920671361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>
