<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188</id><updated>2009-08-29T07:33:02.111+01:00</updated><title type='text'>blogzilla</title><subtitle type='html'>The Thought-Record of Liam Astley</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>285</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188.post-3494770477911192280</id><published>2008-04-30T23:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T00:37:58.819+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HUMPHREY LYTTELTON IS DEAD :(Maybe I should start off every post with an announcement about dead people I liked. Though there's not many celebrities/artists I actually like, thinking about it. And I doubt they'd agree to conveniently pop their clogs just before each of my posts. Ah well.Anyway I AM MOVING. To Manchester, the Capital of the North. I'm moving in with Tasha and Pete, and replacing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/3494770477911192280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/3494770477911192280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/2008/04/humphrey-lyttelton-is-dead-maybe-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14735238850034352242'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188.post-4668058762188066089</id><published>2008-04-04T03:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T03:10:21.482+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Probably due to a surfeit of Coca Cola this evening I'm still awake but in that wired caffeine type way where you don't actually have any energy, just feel tired and listless. So in an attempt to kill some time I copied this survey off Dan to fill in. ENJOY-----------------------------Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?YesWhat kind of computer do have?A cranky old PC given to me in the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/4668058762188066089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/4668058762188066089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/2008/04/probably-due-to-surfeit-of-coca-cola.html' title=''/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14735238850034352242'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188.post-5935671019419578160</id><published>2008-03-05T23:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-06T00:55:03.769Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GARY GYGAX IS DEAD :(Cue websites full of "failed saving throw versus death" jokes.As I am sure you all know, G2 (as the kids on the street call him) was one of the chief creators of Dungeons &amp; Dragons and therefore of roleplaying games as a whole. For all its flaws and weird quirks (most of them coming from its origins in wargaming), D&amp;D was revolutionary in its time and still casts a long </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/5935671019419578160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/5935671019419578160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/2008/03/gary-gygax-is-dead-cue-websites-full-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14735238850034352242'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188.post-7101999811206215051</id><published>2008-02-20T19:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T02:01:53.349Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still no luck on the job front but I'm still waiting to hear back from some NHS ones so maybe I'll score an interview there. It would be kind of funny working in the hospital where I was born.I've been watching Lost, the new season is going okay so far but I'm a bit concerned they're returning to the glacial pace of earlier mid-seasons. We've had three episodes now and barely a day's gone by in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/7101999811206215051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/7101999811206215051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/2008/02/still-no-luck-on-job-front-but-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14735238850034352242'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188.post-5814208588638516223</id><published>2008-02-05T03:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-05T03:32:52.845Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know why I'm writing this now, I should be going to bed. In fact, I should be in bed. The more I let my bodyclock slide into the traditional twilight world of the doley/pothead/music journalist (please note I am the least offensive of those options) the more it's going to be a shuddering migraine-inducing gear change back to 9-to-5-land once I get a job again.And no bones about it, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/5814208588638516223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/5814208588638516223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dont-know-why-im-writing-this-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14735238850034352242'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188.post-3711932095025607556</id><published>2008-01-29T22:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-30T03:07:54.662Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So yeah I still haven't got a job. I am a bum. A low down dirty bum. However I did just eat some choux pastry so it's difficult to feel bad at the moment.Also this article made me do the LOLs this evening.I am currently sitting in my room in Charlbury which since losing my job is where I spend roughly 90% of my life. Aside from occasional visits to the shop and/or toilet, I could actually be one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/3711932095025607556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/3711932095025607556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-yeah-i-still-havent-got-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14735238850034352242'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188.post-3136107521390547393</id><published>2008-01-10T01:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-10T01:15:38.506Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What January would be complete without me doing a top 20 albums list that I will probably totally disagree with in six months time? Well looking at previous posts on here, last January apparently. But let's forget about that.For me 2007 was overall an OK year for music. There were a lot of good albums but not many great ones. And I noticed that most of the stuff I was listening to were new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/3136107521390547393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/3136107521390547393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-january-would-be-complete-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14735238850034352242'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188.post-4850460732541632753</id><published>2008-01-07T14:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-07T14:42:00.753Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ATPBad timingCowardiceDrugsEmbarrassmentFucking fuckers and the fucks that fuck themGlennHatIdiot idiot idiotJews For CheesesKamikaze heartLazinessMausNeoapatheticismOMGPrestonedQueer envyRegretsSUFconsTestosteroneUnemploymentVegetarian kebabWire, TheXenophobiaphobiaYou never even noticed, and why should youZOMGRoll on 2008, bitches</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/4850460732541632753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/4850460732541632753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/2008/01/atp-bad-timing-cowardice-drugs.html' title=''/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14735238850034352242'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188.post-1472343479647761336</id><published>2007-06-30T23:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T17:42:54.834+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well it's been a while hasn't it? More than half a year. As always with my big gaps between blogging I think it's down to feeling like I haven't actually got anything to talk about. Not that anything on note's happened now, I just felt like I should mark the middle of the year.It's kind of scary to think that a year's now gone by since I moved down south, and nearly a year since I started working</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/1472343479647761336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/1472343479647761336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-its-been-while-hasnt-it-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14735238850034352242'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188.post-116412756899504408</id><published>2006-11-21T15:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:46:09.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every year I am always surprised at how every year I am surprised at how dark it gets in the Winter. I mean, it happens every year. It's not like the planet was tilted differently when I was a kid. But it always freaks me out a bit. Anyway while I think I'm more of an Autumny Wintery person, there is something vaguely depressing about it being dark when you get up for work in the morning and dark</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/116412756899504408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/116412756899504408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/2006/11/every-year-i-am-always-surprised-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14735238850034352242'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188.post-116290730983972996</id><published>2006-11-07T13:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-07T13:48:29.860Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uhhh yeah so Lost has been quite good so far though I have vague feelings in my gut that I may be starting to lose interest a bit. I dunno. Maybe they can get me back on-track with some more Giant Stone Foot action.After the Summer dry spell we're back in Happy American Download Land and along with Lost I'm watching BSG, Studio 60 and Heroes. Also catching up in fits and starts on Veronica Mars </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/116290730983972996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/116290730983972996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/2006/11/uhhh-yeah-so-lost-has-been-quite-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14735238850034352242'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188.post-116187713072762267</id><published>2006-10-26T16:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T16:38:50.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Personality Neuroticism96Extraversion5Openness To Experience56Agreeableness33Conscientiousness1  Test Yourself Compare Yourself View Full ReportFind your soulmate / pysch twinMySpace Layouts and MySpace Layouts by Pulseware Survey Software</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/116187713072762267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/116187713072762267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-personality-neuroticism96extraversi.html' title=''/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14735238850034352242'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188.post-115335429562779458</id><published>2006-07-19T21:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T01:15:22.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jesus wept it is too fucking hot. As a former work colleague of mine used to say, "I'm sweating like a paedo in a creche". The one good thing about summertime is ladies wearing less clothes in public, and that becomes a moot point when it's so hot that when I try to leave the house all the moisture in my body immediately jets off my head in a plume of superheated steam. Apparently today is the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/115335429562779458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/115335429562779458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/2006/07/jesus-wept-it-is-too-fucking-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14735238850034352242'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188.post-115194839771886812</id><published>2006-07-03T16:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T18:40:01.463+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My friend John has been predicting for the last few years that today the world is going to end, due to some dream/vision he had where an angel appeared and warned him about it. What a big freak.Well, not much seems to be going on so far. Of course, if you're some alien archaeologist reading this off a fossilised computer while investigating the ruins of an Earth that was destroyed by meteors at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/115194839771886812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/115194839771886812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-friend-john-has-been-predicting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14735238850034352242'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188.post-115055223384918290</id><published>2006-06-17T14:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T14:50:33.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well the final weekend in Lancaster+Preston came and went and I'm now some sort of protopermanent resident of Oxfordshire again. I went to see Corinthians play at the penultimate Feedback and later got to hear a dead dude's memorial in the form of a Stone Roses song. Some oddness happened but I didn't have time really to worry about it as I was then busy shifting boxes around for the next 48 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/115055223384918290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/115055223384918290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-final-weekend-in-lancasterpreston.html' title=''/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14735238850034352242'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188.post-114934790218416749</id><published>2006-06-03T15:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T16:18:22.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like New York in June, how about you?Well, I'm not in the Big Apple, so I've made do with Oxfordshire instead. The Big Aubergine!Yep, after a couple of weeks kindly being put up (with) by WJ Hudson at his palatial Preston townhouse (having finally exited Hope Street) I am now back down in the family home again. The journey south was the usual hilarious catalogue of missed trains, broken heaters</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/114934790218416749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/114934790218416749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-like-new-york-in-june-how-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14735238850034352242'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188.post-114616046483608214</id><published>2006-04-27T18:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T18:54:24.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well it's been a bit of another desert crossing between blog posts on here. I suppose there's been quite a lot going on over the last month or so and I just never got round to sitting down and talking about it. Though generally I guess there's not a lot to say.The main big thing is my ever hilarious carcrash life antics. Basically due to fucking up my benefit money and then my rent as a result, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/114616046483608214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/114616046483608214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-its-been-bit-of-another-desert.html' title=''/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14735238850034352242'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188.post-114298535520568439</id><published>2006-03-20T23:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-21T23:55:55.276Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was a pretty quiet weekend, I found myself entirely drained of cash so didn't go out on Friday and Saturday, did the staring-at-the-internet thing. On Sunday I met up with John and Glenn and we went to some laugh-a-minute war exhibition in the Harris Museum in Preston. Actually the museum trip overall was quite fun, they had weird bits and pieces there that were amusing. Like numbered boxes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/114298535520568439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/114298535520568439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-was-pretty-quiet-weekend-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14735238850034352242'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188.post-114229863040500600</id><published>2006-03-13T20:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-14T01:55:10.753Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The season two finale of Battlestar Galactica was a thing of beauty. While some of the events I saw coming did happen, they were just plot points in the episode rather than the basis of a cliffhanger like I'd suspected. What actually happened at the end took my breath away. BSG felt like it was floundering a bit around the middle of this season, compared to the tightness of the first season I was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/114229863040500600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/114229863040500600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/2006/03/season-two-finale-of-battlestar.html' title=''/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14735238850034352242'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188.post-114107782996966083</id><published>2006-02-27T20:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:07:12.246Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They didn't have any Kung Po sauce in Asda ):I'm kind of glad in a way that I didn't go out on Friday after all, or go to Preston on Saturday, as I appear to now have no money left after buying food and paying for the cyberweb connection. So if I'd spunked money on beer this weekend I'd have even less no money.Hopefully I'll get my hands on some more cashmoney this week as I need a bit to oil my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/114107782996966083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/114107782996966083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/2006/02/they-didnt-have-any-kung-po-sauce-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14735238850034352242'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188.post-114102065524071561</id><published>2006-02-26T14:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T06:31:06.510Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I didn't make it to the AIDS Wolf gig in the end, due to various fuck-ups. Cue a following day of reading comments on Prestone about how it was "the best gig ever" :(Oh well, I expect I'll survive. I suppose if I had gone I may have even walked away feeling a bit underwhelmed by all the awe evinced by everyone else. I tend to do that with gigs a bit. I like gigs. The concept of them, that is. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/114102065524071561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/114102065524071561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-didnt-make-it-to-aids-wolf-gig-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14735238850034352242'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188.post-114045500981099328</id><published>2006-02-20T15:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-20T17:09:37.473Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I forgot to mention yesterday that I did make it to Lauren's party in the end and had The Fun. There was a slightly weird mix of people ranging from apparently random teenage college kids to elderly family members, I guess me and Paul were somewhere in the middle. At about 3am I remembered I had a camera and took a few exciting photos. Poor Paul was dragged into some sort of whiskey drinking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/114045500981099328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/114045500981099328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-forgot-to-mention-yesterday-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14735238850034352242'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188.post-114037183089218003</id><published>2006-02-19T15:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-19T17:59:44.640Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uhhhh yeah so I quit the band, for reasons too terrifyingly dull to go into here. So I guess that's probably my brief flirtation with musicmaking dead in the gutter then. Ah well. I expect I was ahead of my time anyway!This of course leaves me with even more spare time on my hands. I seem to have been more or less roped into becoming Feedback's new poster designer so at least that's something to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/114037183089218003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/114037183089218003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/2006/02/uhhhh-yeah-so-i-quit-band-for-reasons.html' title=''/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14735238850034352242'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188.post-113968249050595893</id><published>2006-02-11T18:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-11T18:28:10.516Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Odd quiz stolenoff Sian and KerstinAfter you die...Reincarnated as YourselfAfter death, you will be reborn again as yourself.  You will live the same life, unbeknownst to you.  However, you will have vivid moments of déjà vu, as you probably have now.    Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.comReincarnated as myself? That doesn't even make senseTonight I head off to Sunny Preston to go to Lauren's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/113968249050595893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/113968249050595893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/2006/02/odd-quiz-stolenoff-sian-and-kerstin.html' title=''/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14735238850034352242'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014188.post-113960241469267018</id><published>2006-02-10T16:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-10T20:13:34.760Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah so the other day I found out Fiery Furnaces and Herman Dune and the Microphones are all playing at ATP as well! Then a couple hours later I found out all the tickets had sold out... :(I suppose it's just as well, I shouldn't really be trying to organise a trip to a £125 festival when I have trouble affording pasta at the moment. Still, it's bummed me out a bit. Oh well. I just hope Destroyer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/113960241469267018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3014188/posts/default/113960241469267018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogzilla.blogspot.com/2006/02/yeah-so-other-day-i-found-out-fiery.html' title=''/><author><name>Liam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433343041511300943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14735238850034352242'/></author></entry></feed>