<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435</id><updated>2008-05-12T21:09:59.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Void</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>376</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435.post-6275599275036737497</id><published>2008-05-12T21:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:09:59.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiocy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>A Novel Idea for Pet Owners</title><summary type='text'>If you can't keep your animal, namely your poorly trained dog, quiet when it spots strangers, then don't leave the fucking thing roped up in your front yard all day, barking for 15 minutes at a time when someone happens to be outside talking to a neighbour across the street or something.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/2008/05/novel-idea-for-pet-owners.html' title='A Novel Idea for Pet Owners'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/6275599275036737497'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/6275599275036737497'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435.post-5201595483025169854</id><published>2008-05-12T14:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T15:31:34.365-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='software'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Missing Pages</title><summary type='text'>A couple months back my buddy Como mentioned an add-on for Firefox called 'Foxmarks'.  Basically, it keeps a copy of your bookmarks online so you can keep them the same on multiple computers and have a backup should you do something stupid and lose them all.

Fast forward to me doing something stupid and losing them all;  I installed the newest beta of Firefox over the old one, found that it </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/2008/05/missing-pages.html' title='Missing Pages'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/5201595483025169854'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/5201595483025169854'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435.post-4528506033677278790</id><published>2008-05-08T17:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T17:38:18.393-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>Uplifting News</title><summary type='text'>

</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/2008/05/uplifting-news.html' title='Uplifting News'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/4528506033677278790'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/4528506033677278790'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435.post-6257191494666589820</id><published>2008-05-06T18:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:12:50.785-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>Blisters the Size of....Well, They're Big</title><summary type='text'>Three days helping my buddy Steve and his wife move from a third story apartment with no elevator to what is essentially a three storey house.  By the end of the first day I had the cliched muscles I didn't know I had aching.  After three, I'm pretty sure I had worn them away to nothing anyways.

I followed that up with two days of building a poorly designed and supplied shed from Home Hardware (</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/2008/05/blisters-size-ofwell-theyre-big.html' title='Blisters the Size of....Well, They&apos;re Big'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/6257191494666589820'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/6257191494666589820'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435.post-1910910018509990713</id><published>2008-04-29T10:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:05:04.973-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>I Learned My Moves From Street Fighter</title><summary type='text'>This is hilarious.  Couple gets married in tropics.  Couple redoes ceremony infront of family and friends back home.  Couple gets drunk, has argument in hotel.  Groom karate kicks bride.  Couple goes to jail.

Maybe marriage doesn't sound so bad after all...</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/2008/04/i-learned-my-moves-from-street-fighter.html' title='I Learned My Moves From Street Fighter'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/1910910018509990713'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/1910910018509990713'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435.post-6336365384024847435</id><published>2008-04-23T12:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:38:36.845-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>One Day My 1994 Dodge Caravan Will Be Celebrated</title><summary type='text'>It must be spring cleaning day at the apartment up the street.  There are cars lined up and down both sides of an otherwise dead street during the daytime.  Stepping out on my balcony this morning for some fresh air, I noticed some classic cars all lined up and decided to walk up the street for a closer look.





It must cost a fortune in additional parking on the owner's rent to keep these </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/2008/04/one-day-my-1994-dodge-caravan-will-be.html' title='One Day My 1994 Dodge Caravan Will Be Celebrated'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/6336365384024847435'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/6336365384024847435'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435.post-8627590205480927155</id><published>2008-04-22T08:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T09:12:51.143-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiocy'/><title type='text'>Something in the Water in the City of Saints</title><summary type='text'>A couple days ago a video appeared showing two men being swarmed and beaten by a crowd of people in Montreal.  Varying reports have come in since, some saying the two men were near death, others like that linked saying the men suffered cuts and bruises and were able to avoid hospitalization.  Of course wanting to avoid hospitalization may speak to the two men's own guilt in the matter, with </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/2008/04/something-in-water-in-city-of-saints.html' title='Something in the Water in the City of Saints'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/8627590205480927155'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/8627590205480927155'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435.post-3926551406980381782</id><published>2008-04-13T17:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:49:21.512-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Hardly the Bambino</title><summary type='text'>I just came across this on Yahoo Sports.  A construction worker on the new Yankee stadium managed to bury a Red Sox jersey beneath some concrete in the new project.
A construction worker’s bid to curse the Yankees by planting a Red Sox jersey in their new stadium was foiled Sunday when the team removed the offending shirt from its burial spot in the ballpark.

After locating the shirt in a </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/2008/04/hardly-bambino.html' title='Hardly the Bambino'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/3926551406980381782'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/3926551406980381782'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435.post-1677903638919142098</id><published>2008-04-08T10:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T10:53:08.435-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>This Just In</title><summary type='text'>The Leafs didn't make the playoffs.  They were essentially out of the running for 2 months before the season ended.  You still droned on about their chances during that time.  The season is over now.  Stop fucking talking about them and give some more respect to the teams that did make it.  Even if you only give attention to the Canadian teams.  What happens with your Swedish meatball and your 10</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/2008/04/this-just-in.html' title='This Just In'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/1677903638919142098'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/1677903638919142098'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435.post-315002767700442005</id><published>2008-04-06T16:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T16:48:32.723-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Allan H. Selig</title><summary type='text'>I got to my first Jays game of the year yesterday, and it didn't disappoint.  Hilarious Boston fans who made the trip, combined with a Jays blowout, and finally catching a ball at a game after going to so many, along with quasi-t-shirt weather, made it a great trip.  Hopefully I'll make it down again for at least one of the $2 games in the first few months of the season.

I learned that Bud </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/2008/04/allan-h-selig.html' title='Allan H. Selig'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/315002767700442005'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/315002767700442005'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435.post-1703966867753696680</id><published>2008-04-02T17:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T18:38:53.336-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>I Want to Break Free</title><summary type='text'>Two days in a row with a temperature above 10 degrees meant that it was time to rid my head of a couple months worth of shag yesterday.  Earlier in the week I pulled my mountain bike in for the limited spring tune-up I'm capable enough to perform.  

Last year after my early season crash, I took my bike in to the shop to have things re-aligned and looked over since my knee was so buggered up that</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/2008/04/i-want-to-break-free.html' title='I Want to Break Free'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/1703966867753696680'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/1703966867753696680'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435.post-168238747109028127</id><published>2008-03-27T11:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T11:15:16.328-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='climate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>Earth Hour</title><summary type='text'>Not much really needs to be said here.



Sure there is some license taken for the sake of comedy, but for the most part, he's absolutely right.

A 10% reduction in a couple dozen cities for one hour once a year isn't going to change a thing.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/2008/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/168238747109028127'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/168238747109028127'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435.post-3390660571725322697</id><published>2008-03-24T17:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:32:03.013-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>The Resurrection</title><summary type='text'>Warm weather appears to be on its way back from the dead.  The 14 day trend is still almost entirely below the historical average for this time of year, but I have to find satisfaction with above zero for now.  Lowered expectations.

The baseball season officially gets under way tomorrow in Japan.  My buddy Como and I have tickets for the Saturday game of the Jays opening weekend that I'm told </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/2008/03/resurrection.html' title='The Resurrection'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/3390660571725322697'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/3390660571725322697'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435.post-5058460117309375585</id><published>2008-03-20T19:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:05:24.895-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gambling'/><title type='text'>NHL Season 2</title><summary type='text'>I could bitch and moan about how Hoover, its products, and warranties are garbage; but I'll just tell you not to buy one and leave it at that.

I could whine some more about how it was snowing again today, and how this shit still won't end; but I'll tell myself that this is still Canada, I have to get the hell over it.

I could tell you all about St. Patrick's day drunkenness; but there'd be gaps</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/2008/03/nhl-season-2.html' title='NHL Season 2'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/5058460117309375585'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/5058460117309375585'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435.post-2033369339703749127</id><published>2008-03-10T12:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T13:43:41.560-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Thou Shalt Not Medicate</title><summary type='text'>The Catholic Church has just knocked another gem outta the park.  It seems people weren't going to confession enough (perhaps something to do with the old fashioned, and increasingly backward approach to a rapidly evolving world?).  The solution:  create some new sins to keep the sheep in line.

A Vatican official has listed drugs, pollution, genetic manipulation and social and economic </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/2008/03/thou-shalt-not-medicate.html' title='Thou Shalt Not Medicate'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/2033369339703749127'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/2033369339703749127'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435.post-6643936651602444517</id><published>2008-03-08T15:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T15:45:53.435-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waterloo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>The Last Hurrah?</title><summary type='text'>This needs to be the last snow storm of the winter.  I don't think I can handle another without a heavy dose of summer first.  Enough of the bloody noses from the dryness.  Enough of the shoveling.  Enough of the scraping off the van every time I want to go out.  Enough of the no sandals, shorts and t-shirts.

The plan is/was to go out for dinner and drinks for Carolyn's birthday tonight, but if </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/2008/03/last-hurrah.html' title='The Last Hurrah?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/6643936651602444517'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/6643936651602444517'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435.post-5095598193309547504</id><published>2008-03-02T12:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T12:54:38.940-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waterloo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bars'/><title type='text'>The Duke</title><summary type='text'>After going out for a public skate last night with a loop of hits from the 70's and 80's or something, and dodging little kids zig zagging all over the place, we went out to the Duke of Wellington, usually a good enough little pub, for a few drinks.  By the time we were done, I couldn't get out of there fast enough.

I understand that when you have live music acts at your bar, you tend to feature</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/2008/03/duke.html' title='The Duke'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/5095598193309547504'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/5095598193309547504'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435.post-6653758151850833039</id><published>2008-02-28T09:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T10:30:08.038-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>Place Boot Here</title><summary type='text'>After being sick most of the week, Carolyn suggested she was well enough again to get together and watch the Oscars on Sunday night.  We both figured that by that point, despite having lingering congestion, she probably wasn't contagious any more.  So we got together and watched the awards.  Of course, I had only seen the two mainstream, big budget movies up for awards in The Bourne Ultimatum and</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/2008/02/place-boot-here.html' title='Place Boot Here'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/6653758151850833039'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/6653758151850833039'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435.post-4437650972508932626</id><published>2008-02-20T12:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T13:11:19.418-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waterloo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jays'/><title type='text'>Spring Training</title><summary type='text'>I wish I could get invited to take part in a spring training camp.  Not with the hopes of making the team, or even for the chance to toss a ball with the pros, but simply to get the hell out of this cold weather.

Cleaning the car off at 3 in the morning when taking Carolyn home has lost all of its novelty.  As have the snow covered streets that seem to have been neglected by plows for at least </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/2008/02/spring-training.html' title='Spring Training'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/4437650972508932626'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/4437650972508932626'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435.post-8002376490436992711</id><published>2008-02-10T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T18:22:06.633-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Pro Bore</title><summary type='text'>The NFL's version of the all star game is the most useless one in all of pro sports.  I understand that in football with the players playing through injury as they do, playing an exhibition game mid-season is more of a penalty than anything, but why bother even playing the Pro Bowl?  Does anyone actually care?  Why not just make it like John Madden's Horse Trailer, give the players the </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/2008/02/pro-bore.html' title='Pro Bore'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/8002376490436992711'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/8002376490436992711'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435.post-7491317329379636912</id><published>2008-02-06T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T17:39:50.560-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waterloo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Enough</title><summary type='text'>10-15 cm of wet, heavy snow last night, another 10-15 forecast tonight, this shit can stop any time.  I'll take a -15 degree weather with not a cloud in the sky to this any day.  Of course, the positive side of zero for an extended period of time would gain an even better reception.  And if the city could stop plowing 4 foot deep snowbanks up onto the sidewalk that would be great.  Between the </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/2008/02/enough.html' title='Enough'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/7491317329379636912'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/7491317329379636912'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435.post-802347393503841066</id><published>2008-02-05T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T12:18:15.666-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>The Economics of Disease</title><summary type='text'>I came across this article on the CBC website this morning in which a study claims that healthy people are more of a financial burden than obese people or smokers.
The researchers found that from age 20 to 56, obese people racked up the most expensive health costs. But because both the smokers and the obese people died sooner than the healthy group, it cost less to treat them in the long run.

On</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/2008/02/economics-of-disease.html' title='The Economics of Disease'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/802347393503841066'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/802347393503841066'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435.post-984361804194337789</id><published>2008-02-03T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T18:12:57.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Nachos and Chili</title><summary type='text'>Chili is followed closely by pizza as the most popular superbowl serving.  Ironic given the prime sport interest of most in Mexico and Italy, a game actually played predominantly with...feet!

No comment there on the watered down, over smoothed, flavourless, North American beer that will be consumed in even greater volumes than chili.  My homebrew doesn't fit the flavourless, over smoothed, or </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/2008/02/nachos-and-chili.html' title='Nachos and Chili'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/984361804194337789'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/984361804194337789'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435.post-2775111078667854410</id><published>2008-02-01T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T13:12:03.149-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitchener'/><title type='text'>Crocodile Rock</title><summary type='text'>After getting to sleep at 4:30 this morning, I dragged my ass out of bed again at 9:30 to hop on Ticketmaster in time for the 'onsale' of tickets to the Elton John show in town next month.  Somehow, despite being a fan since she was 15, my mom has never gone to a show, and wanted to be sure to get in on this one.  At 9:58 on my computer time (tickets were officially on sale at 10) I had access to</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/2008/02/crocodile-rock.html' title='Crocodile Rock'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/2775111078667854410'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/2775111078667854410'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782435.post-4797706712043398405</id><published>2008-01-28T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T16:52:36.673-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitchener'/><title type='text'>Berlin</title><summary type='text'>



</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void.team-scout.com/2008/01/berlin.html' title='Berlin'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void.team-scout.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/4797706712043398405'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782435/posts/default/4797706712043398405'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10186702780537307644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>