<?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-5136851</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:03:19.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tinfoil propellor beanie</title><subtitle type='html'>A survivor gives advice on how to keep the cosmic rays from eating your brain.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136851/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136851.post-106333748059146056</id><published>2003-09-11T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T20:32:24.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading blogs might be sane. I said might.</title><summary type='text'>I know a person who is a sophisticated web-user who does not 'get' blogs. For her, the web is about looking up information that will help her with whatever is on her plate at the moment. Random musings do not interest her much. I disagree with her, but I see where she is coming from.  The notions that are passing through a blogger's mind on a given day are only interesting in ways that match up</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136851/posts/default/106333748059146056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136851/posts/default/106333748059146056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footage.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106333748059146056' title='Reading blogs might be sane. I said &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt;.'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136851.post-106293805195177070</id><published>2003-09-07T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T05:36:08.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another sea-change for this blog</title><summary type='text'>At one point, I thought a blog that was all irony all the time would be amusing. Every entry would have that "the intended  meaning is the opposite of the literal meaning" thing going on, and people would read, and laugh, and the world would thereby be made a marvelous place.Ok, sometimes I'm dumb.Or, anyway, not funny.The combination of a wrong start and the fact that I had just sold a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136851/posts/default/106293805195177070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136851/posts/default/106293805195177070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footage.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106293805195177070' title='Another sea-change for this blog'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136851.post-200119460</id><published>2003-04-09T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T17:43:27.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffy the Vampire Slayer was a giant waste of time</title><summary type='text'>If you are writing an article about the coming end of Buffy the Vampire Slayer it is absolutely imperative that you recap the basic premise of the series. Your primary audience is people who are discovering the series in the last month of the seven-year run of the show.Avoid pointing out that the series coincided with the wide adoption of the Internet in such a way that the online fandom became</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136851/posts/default/200119460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136851/posts/default/200119460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footage.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#200119460' title='&lt;i&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/i&gt; was a giant waste of time'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136851.post-200113371</id><published>2003-04-08T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T08:32:43.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The secret of becoming a brilliant conversationalist is revealed</title><summary type='text'>We discovered yesterday that the other person might not have a pet. This throws the brilliant conversationalist into a quandary.  Suddenly, the need arises to invoke the other person's pet theory.The gravest danger here is that the person may have a pet theory related to a subject for which it is impossible for the brilliant conversationalist to feign an interest. Use one of the following two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136851/posts/default/200113371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136851/posts/default/200113371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footage.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#200113371' title='The secret of becoming a brilliant conversationalist is revealed'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136851.post-200115362</id><published>2003-04-08T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T09:05:09.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be an A-List Blogger</title><summary type='text'>Trick other people into sifting through all the available web-detritus to find the interesting bits. Get them to send you the bits by email. Write pithy comments on each bit, little blurbs that cleverly embed a link to the original bit.Put up a section of static links to other blogs that are doing the same thing.Threaten the welfare of other bloggers who won't link back to your blog. Be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136851/posts/default/200115362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136851/posts/default/200115362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footage.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#200115362' title='How to be an A-List Blogger'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136851.post-92140311</id><published>2003-04-07T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T04:24:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a brilliant conversationalist</title><summary type='text'>The art of conversation is simple to master. Ask the other person about their pet. Listen attentively. Laugh or commiserate, as required. Under no circumstances burden them with any information about your pet. They don't want to know these things, any more than you want to know about Mister Fluffernutt's herniated dewclaw.Your pet is dull. Theirs is interesting. Keep the conversation </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136851/posts/default/92140311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136851/posts/default/92140311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footage.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92140311' title='I am a brilliant conversationalist'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136851.post-92131330</id><published>2003-04-06T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T08:31:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'> I am surrounded by ghosts</title><summary type='text'>Life takes place in America only between those years beginning in high school and ending when you are forty. Movies, television, and blogs tell us this. We may rely on this information.The few portrayals of life in America prior to high school age are all from some distant era: the fifties, sixties, or earlier. Do not rely on these. They are fabrications.Depictions of life in America after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136851/posts/default/92131330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136851/posts/default/92131330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footage.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92131330' title=' I am surrounded by ghosts'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136851.post-92084182</id><published>2003-04-06T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T04:24:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sleeping Dog Lie</title><summary type='text'>A dog has acquired me. I came home Wednesday afternoon and there he was, sleeping peacefully on the porch. We made our introductions in a matter-of-fact way, casual tail sweeps on his part and head-patting on my part. We established that he does not speak English, or at least that he is holding his peace about it, if he does.He has no tags. He seems to be healthy and full-grown. Surely, he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136851/posts/default/92084182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136851/posts/default/92084182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footage.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92084182' title='A Sleeping Dog Lie'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136851.post-92050422</id><published>2003-04-05T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T18:07:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, the topic of collaborative development of footage has gone moribund. Here, anyway. People, it seems, are willing to explore the notion of collaborative development, but not to actually do it. It seems like the single-auteur, primary-driver element is necessary for focusing real work to real ends. That's fine, really. It has worked for aeons. For myself, I'll keep an eye on the topics of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136851/posts/default/92050422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136851/posts/default/92050422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footage.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92050422' title=''/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
