<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152</id><updated>2008-06-12T02:28:35.165+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Observant little ...</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>269</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152.post-114413430843956235</id><published>2006-04-04T16:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T17:05:08.453+10:00</updated><title type='text'>for the odd person who is still reading</title><summary type='text'>You must be very odd, because I haven't updated in ages! I know, I know - very bad pun, but I've been hanging around with engineers too much lately.

Well, my life has finally slowed down a bit.  This is in part because I've made it (after a couple of months of 60+ hour weeks, going up to 70+ in the last few, I decided that I wanted a life again dammit!), and in part because I've resigned.

Yep, </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/2006/04/for-odd-person-who-is-still-reading.html' title='for the odd person who is still reading'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203152&amp;postID=114413430843956235&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/114413430843956235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/114413430843956235'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/114413430843956235'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152.post-113874930863475177</id><published>2006-02-01T08:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T09:23:32.420+10:00</updated><title type='text'>a new toy</title><summary type='text'>It's my birthday this week, so I went out and bought myself a new toy as my present to myself.  It's an iRiver, more specifically, this iRiver.  



It has 40GB of memory, which is just over a quarter full and I've put all of the CDs that I've ripped on there.  Admittedly this isn't even half of the CDs I own, but it's still about 2000 songs and enough to keep this little chickadee happy on </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-toy.html' title='a new toy'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203152&amp;postID=113874930863475177&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/113874930863475177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113874930863475177'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113874930863475177'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152.post-113815551746183704</id><published>2006-01-25T11:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T12:18:37.563+10:00</updated><title type='text'>update of my life</title><summary type='text'>I haven't gone anywhere, but I'm still very busy at work (I actually had to work last Saturday to catch up!  That's almost unheard of for a government employee) and haven't been blogging or reading blogs.

In addition to work:-

- I'm seeing a chiropractor twice a week to try and fix my spine (degenerative changes at my age is not a good thing);

- I've been talking to a work-sponsored counsellor</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/2006/01/update-of-my-life.html' title='update of my life'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203152&amp;postID=113815551746183704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/113815551746183704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113815551746183704'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113815551746183704'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152.post-113636674723915577</id><published>2006-01-04T19:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T19:25:48.363+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The WFF Weight Loss Program</title><summary type='text'>1.  Take one heat wave (40 degree celcius with 80% humidity).

2.  Spend a week at the Woodford Folk Festival with very little relief from the heat or sun.

3.  Camp on top of a hill (2 minutes walk downhill to the festival, 10 minutes walk uphill from the festival).  Visit your camp at least 3 times a day.

4.  Work an average of 6 hours a day lifting kegs and slabs.

5.  Spend the rest of the </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/2006/01/wff-weight-loss-program.html' title='The WFF Weight Loss Program'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203152&amp;postID=113636674723915577&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/113636674723915577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113636674723915577'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113636674723915577'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152.post-113521755876682038</id><published>2005-12-22T11:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T12:12:38.780+10:00</updated><title type='text'>On holidays - ahhhhh</title><summary type='text'>I must say that I really, truly love being on holidays.  I'm not even doing anything - just lazing around the house at my parent's place, eating lots of food, reading books, and when I get up some energy, I occassionally take the dogs for a walk and go for a swim.  But it's been great.  I usually spend my holidays going to places and seeing lots of stuff, so it's been kind of nice to just do </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/2005/12/on-holidays-ahhhhh.html' title='On holidays - ahhhhh'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203152&amp;postID=113521755876682038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/113521755876682038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113521755876682038'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113521755876682038'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152.post-113443115636712410</id><published>2005-12-13T09:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T11:17:55.740+10:00</updated><title type='text'>10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1</title><summary type='text'>I like this meme that I saw over at Begging the Question, so I decided to answer it, even though I haven't been tagged with it:

10 FAVORITES

Favorite Color: changes all the time - probably red
Favorite Food: hot chips &amp; gravy
Favorite Month: January, since it's usually when I take holidays and it's nice and hot to spend time at the beach
Favorite Song: also changes all the time.  Best Imitation</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/2005/12/10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1.html' title='10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203152&amp;postID=113443115636712410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/113443115636712410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113443115636712410'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113443115636712410'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152.post-113434609390761018</id><published>2005-12-12T09:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T10:08:13.973+10:00</updated><title type='text'>When does concern become clingy?</title><summary type='text'>It's all over red rover with the 20-hour first date guy.  We lasted a little under 3 weeks:  the first week was good, the 2nd week I was flat out with work and stuff but we stayed in touch by phone, the 3rd week he was away and I didn't really talk to him either, and then I didn't see him again before it was over.  So it feels a little weird to have ended it with a guy that I haven't really seen </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/2005/12/when-does-concern-become-clingy.html' title='When does concern become clingy?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203152&amp;postID=113434609390761018&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/113434609390761018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113434609390761018'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113434609390761018'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152.post-113400013048508962</id><published>2005-12-08T09:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T10:02:10.496+10:00</updated><title type='text'>in my inbox today</title><summary type='text'>THINGS THAT ARE DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK: 
·       Indubitably 
·       Innovative 
·       Preliminary 
·       Proliferation 
·       Cinnamon 

THINGS THAT ARE VERY DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK: 
·       Specificity 
·       British Constitution 
·       Passive-aggressive disorder 
·       Loquacious Transubstantiate 

THINGS THAT ARE DOWNRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY WHEN YOU'RE </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/2005/12/in-my-inbox-today.html' title='in my inbox today'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203152&amp;postID=113400013048508962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/113400013048508962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113400013048508962'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113400013048508962'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152.post-113369479189019650</id><published>2005-12-04T20:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T21:13:11.950+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Film - the results</title><summary type='text'>I posted about this when I voted, but I'm currently watching the results on ABC.

Very impressed with my fellow Australians - we've picked a good list:-

10.    Fight Club
9.     Gone with the Wind
8.     The Princess Bride
7.     Pulp Fiction
6.     Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope
5.     Donnie Darko
4.     The Shawshank Redemption
3.     Blade Runner
2.     Amelie
1.     The Lord of the </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-favourite-film-results.html' title='My Favourite Film - the results'/><link rel='related' href='http://www.abc.net.au/myfavouritefilm/' title='My Favourite Film - the results'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203152&amp;postID=113369479189019650&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/113369479189019650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113369479189019650'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113369479189019650'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152.post-113257398329375020</id><published>2005-11-21T21:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T21:53:04.386+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ever had a 20 hour first date?

I did on Sunday.  It was intense and fun and exhausting and comfortable.

And then I had to go to work this morning and do a 12 hour day.  *groan*

It was nice to get an email from him this evening though. *smiles sleepily*

Listening to:  iOTA
</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/2005/11/ever-had-20-hour-first-date-i-did-on.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203152&amp;postID=113257398329375020&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/113257398329375020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113257398329375020'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113257398329375020'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152.post-113229410698464494</id><published>2005-11-18T16:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T16:08:27.033+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, I'm still alive.  No, I'm no longer reading your blog regularly.  Unfortunately, that means absolutely everyone reading this entry because I'm not going to anyone's blog regularly.

I've had quite a lot to cope with in the last couple of weeks:-

*  I've been having a few problems with "the new guy" at work.  He's not really new anymore, but the problems are the same.  We have very different</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/2005/11/yes-im-still-alive.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203152&amp;postID=113229410698464494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/113229410698464494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113229410698464494'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113229410698464494'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152.post-112961390968586267</id><published>2005-10-28T18:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T18:58:27.640+10:00</updated><title type='text'>In a quiz-y sort of mood</title><summary type='text'>Once again, I'm shlightly shloshed and at work.  You guys are going to start thinking that this is a habit of mine, but actually, it's probably only the 2nd time it's happened all year!  It's just that both time happened in the space of one week.  Ah well.

I got invited to Beer O'Clock this afternoon.  We had so much fun, we're thinking of making it a habit.  I think this is great since I've </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-quiz-y-sort-of-mood.html' title='In a quiz-y sort of mood'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203152&amp;postID=112961390968586267&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/112961390968586267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/112961390968586267'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/112961390968586267'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152.post-113031936713583721</id><published>2005-10-26T19:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T19:36:07.143+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Danger Will Robinson!</title><summary type='text'>Forgive me if I shlur a bit during this post.  I've just been to a work function and had a couple of red wines.  Thankfully, I managed to keep it down to a couple and didn't get caught up chatting to anyone from work, so I managed not to disgrace myself.  It could have been a close thing otherwise... ;o)

I think that lightening might have hit near where I live last night.  I was woken up at </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/2005/10/danger-will-robinson.html' title='Danger Will Robinson!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203152&amp;postID=113031936713583721&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/113031936713583721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113031936713583721'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113031936713583721'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152.post-113013131694534292</id><published>2005-10-25T20:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T20:42:57.730+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-Terrorism Bill 2005</title><summary type='text'>The whole debate over the Anti-Terrorism Bill (pdf document) is heating up.  There was the whole furore over John Stanhope posting the Bill on his website.  And some of the advices listed on that site are interesting.  I did a quick Google search to see if I could get access to the full range of submissions, but it seems they aren't published anywhere.  I want to see if anyone outside of the </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/2005/10/anti-terrorism-bill-2005.html' title='Anti-Terrorism Bill 2005'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203152&amp;postID=113013131694534292&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/113013131694534292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113013131694534292'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113013131694534292'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152.post-113012886023105901</id><published>2005-10-24T13:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T14:42:39.126+10:00</updated><title type='text'>where angels fear tread?</title><summary type='text'>A few days back, I got the following comment to my post about last month's eruption of violence in Belfast:

As an Orangeman whose moved from Belfast to Brisbane I can easily see how those Orangemen in Belfast feel.

The question is - why are there Catholic areas. Why are there areas where Protestants are not allowed to go.

Its been an eyeopener living in Brisbane. If there were parts of </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/2005/10/where-angels-fear-tread.html' title='where angels fear tread?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203152&amp;postID=113012886023105901&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/113012886023105901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113012886023105901'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/113012886023105901'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152.post-112961183640707428</id><published>2005-10-18T14:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T15:03:56.416+10:00</updated><title type='text'>what is your type?</title><summary type='text'>I was talking to a couple of friends on Saturday night about what our "type" is.  I think that everyone has a "type" - it's not necessarily who you date or are physically attracted to (since, for me at least, that's more to do with personality), but it is the type of guy/girl you are most likely to check out if they pass you in the street.

So my "type" is typified by what I like to call "the </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-is-your-type.html' title='what is your type?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203152&amp;postID=112961183640707428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/112961183640707428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/112961183640707428'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/112961183640707428'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152.post-112941906507239464</id><published>2005-10-16T09:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T09:31:05.073+10:00</updated><title type='text'>some covers just don't work</title><summary type='text'>I'm a massive Jeff Buckley fan.  So as far as I'm concerned, you shouldn't cover a Jeff song (or in this particular case, a song he made famous), unless you can do it as well as or better than Jeff.  FourPlay did it.  Damien Rice did it.  Last night, Charles Foster Kane didn't.  Halleluliah should give you chills.  CFK's version just gave me the shits.

And then they topped it off by doing a </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/2005/10/some-covers-just-dont-work.html' title='some covers just don&apos;t work'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203152&amp;postID=112941906507239464&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/112941906507239464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/112941906507239464'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/112941906507239464'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152.post-112899604699316659</id><published>2005-10-11T11:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T12:00:47.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not scared</title><summary type='text'>After that title, you probably thought this was going to be about something exciting.  But no.  It's just about a book I've just finished reading: Io Non Ho Paura by Niccolo Ammaniti.  Though of course, I read the English translation.

I never saw the movie, and didn't really know much about it, though I had heard of it.

It was an amazing book: partially your usual "growing pains" story, part </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-not-scared.html' title='I&apos;m not scared'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203152&amp;postID=112899604699316659&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/112899604699316659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/112899604699316659'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/112899604699316659'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152.post-112892320961470524</id><published>2005-10-10T15:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T15:46:49.620+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite movie</title><summary type='text'>I've just voted for my favourite movie - it's a nationwide survey like the "My favourite book" survey last year.

I voted for The Princess Bride of course.  But the interesting thing was that you had to put in a comment on why you were voting for a particular movie, and I wanted to quote the bit in the beginning that I knew started with "Are you kidding? Fencing, fighting, torture" and so on.  </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-favourite-movie.html' title='My favourite movie'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203152&amp;postID=112892320961470524&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/112892320961470524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/112892320961470524'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/112892320961470524'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152.post-112864710636266598</id><published>2005-10-07T10:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T11:05:06.426+10:00</updated><title type='text'>a quick catch up</title><summary type='text'>Oh wow.  So much has been happening, I barely know where to start.

1.  My niece is better.  The new drugs are working and she's back off the transplant list.  Unfortunately, this doesn't mean that she won't need a transplant eventually, but the longer they can leave it, but the better the chances of success - both in finding the right liver for her, and in her acceptance of the new liver.  So </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/2005/10/quick-catch-up.html' title='a quick catch up'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203152&amp;postID=112864710636266598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/112864710636266598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/112864710636266598'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/112864710636266598'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152.post-112802657777034756</id><published>2005-09-30T06:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T06:42:57.790+10:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling like foo</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I know, I know.  You had all started to wonder if I'd dropped off the face of the planet.  Don't worry, my "real life" friends have been wondering the same thing, so it's not just you! ;o)

Yesterday I had a breakthrough.  The first day in about 3 weeks where I actually got to spend the whole day in the office - no meetings, no workshops, no training, no court.  Oh boy, it was good!  For the</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/2005/09/feeling-like-foo.html' title='feeling like foo'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203152&amp;postID=112802657777034756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/112802657777034756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/112802657777034756'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/112802657777034756'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152.post-112729373406296182</id><published>2005-09-21T19:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T19:08:54.070+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What ever happened to regular posting?</title><summary type='text'>I've noticed that my posting on my blog has become more and more eratic over the last couple of weeks.  There's a reason for that.  Well, actually there are a couple.

Firstly, I haven't had much time.  I've been flat out at work, and then going straight from work to some social event and not getting home until 11pm or later, but which time I'm too buggered to even think about hopping online.  </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-ever-happened-to-regular-posting.html' title='What ever happened to regular posting?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203152&amp;postID=112729373406296182&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/112729373406296182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/112729373406296182'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/112729373406296182'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152.post-112666647642226145</id><published>2005-09-14T12:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T12:54:36.470+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Joss Whedon leads a cult?</title><summary type='text'>Cool!  I want to join!  Oh, hang on... 

I saw the headline: Cult leader upsizes, in news.com.au and thought "what the..." and clicked through to read it.  Then I realised it was an article all about Joss Whedon and got all excited about being able to join a Joss Whedon cult.

But then I realised that by "cult leader" they really meant "person who created cult series", and unfortunately (in this </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/2005/09/joss-whedon-leads-cult.html' title='Joss Whedon leads a cult?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203152&amp;postID=112666647642226145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/112666647642226145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/112666647642226145'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/112666647642226145'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152.post-112648082468321599</id><published>2005-09-13T13:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T13:45:49.190+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"Everyone's a little queer, why can't you be a little straight?"</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that that the fabulous unattached guys in this town all seem to be gay?  I keep on meeting these fantastic guys who are cute, intelligent, fun, dress well, flirt like troopers (specifically, like American marines on R&amp;R in Australia), and know how to dance.  Of course, the last part is a dead giveaway.  They are all gay.

Any why are they always the people who also think I'm fabulous as</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/2005/09/everyones-little-queer-why-cant-you-be.html' title='&quot;Everyone&apos;s a little queer, why can&apos;t you be a little straight?&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203152&amp;postID=112648082468321599&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/112648082468321599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/112648082468321599'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/112648082468321599'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203152.post-112648014599020993</id><published>2005-09-12T08:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T15:34:42.720+10:00</updated><title type='text'>violence in Belfast</title><summary type='text'>I hadn't seen the news at all over the weekend, so I was a bit shocked to see this story this morning about violence that escalated in Belfast over the weekend after a march.  Maybe I'm being naive, but I truly thought that the strained peace of recent years was going to be permanent, especially after the recent IRA announcement that it wasn't going to use violence to further it's aims in the </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/2005/09/violence-in-belfast.html' title='violence in Belfast'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203152&amp;postID=112648014599020993&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observantlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/112648014599020993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/112648014599020993'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203152/posts/default/112648014599020993'/><author><name>OLS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134353614276500908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>