<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:49:29.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Samrat Sharma gamer/geek/dreamer</title><subtitle type='html'>I defy all description</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-1291959542641563477</id><published>2007-05-23T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T02:28:05.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Have MovedThis was, well, fun, but I have moved here for all intents and purposes now:http://samratsharma.com/wordsPlease update your bookmarks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/1291959542641563477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/1291959542641563477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#1291959542641563477' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-111981495384601353</id><published>2005-06-26T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T12:42:33.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Serioussam BeginsEvery time someone disses a movie I like, I try to defend it, but mostly give up. It's a testament to my slacker virtues that movies like Ocean's Twelve( hates it, and with good reason), The Mummy (everyone loves to hate it), and Crouching Tiger(well this one actually is kinda overrated, but you get the picture) go undefended.I try to abstain from actually starting flame wars on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/111981495384601353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/111981495384601353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111981495384601353' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-111471278262845177</id><published>2005-04-28T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T11:26:22.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"If a man is offered a fact which goes against his instincts, he will scrutinize it closely, and unless the evidence is overwhelming, he will refuse to believe it. If, on the other hand, he is offered something which affords a reason for acting in accordance to his instincts, he will accept it even on the slightest evidence.” — Bertrand Russell, Roads to Freedom</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/111471278262845177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/111471278262845177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111471278262845177' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-110659748237563898</id><published>2005-01-24T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T12:11:22.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Love in the times of video gamesLet's call this the story of the untroubled times. Let's imagine a boy, late teens, just out of school, fresh into college. For the sake of anonymity lets just call him S, hm? He is living the good life, enjoying every bit of college and the myriad possibilities of fun and intoxication it promises. Exploring life, and as yet unspoilt by the harsh realities of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/110659748237563898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/110659748237563898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110659748237563898' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-110555494801005596</id><published>2005-01-12T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T10:35:48.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rest in peace, Mogambo. And remain Happy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/110555494801005596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/110555494801005596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110555494801005596' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-110504226368222969</id><published>2005-01-06T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T03:07:37.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two Thousand and Five, Anno DominiSo 2005. Tsunami. Will Eisner. LJ+six apart. Hell of a start, I must say.Happy New Year nevertheless, have a good 2005.However, I am not here to remind you of the calendar change by screaming "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" (in capitalized text too!) and run off like an excited 7 year old. (Though otherwise it is a wonderful age to be. I'd be 7 all my life and only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/110504226368222969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/110504226368222969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110504226368222969' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-109548788588401220</id><published>2004-09-17T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T23:11:25.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Katamari Damacy :)Katamari Damacy :DKatamari Damacy ^_^Katamari Damacy?Katamari Damacy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/109548788588401220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/109548788588401220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109548788588401220' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-109541433476125392</id><published>2004-09-17T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T02:45:34.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AW lovin'When you have more fun playing this:Than doing this:You know graphics don't matter squat!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/109541433476125392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/109541433476125392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109541433476125392' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-109473485174519461</id><published>2004-09-09T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T06:00:51.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wakebrushshitbathetrave LWORKeatWORKT  R  A  V  E  LeatdieresurrectRepeat</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/109473485174519461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/109473485174519461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109473485174519461' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-109337605058308533</id><published>2004-08-24T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T12:34:10.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Late Shri SeriousSamThere was once a person who said he was never late for anything. He told me that once he had decided that a particular event would be central to his day, and that his whole day, in fact, would be structured around that event, he owed it to that event to make sure he is never late. I would like to say I agree with him. I would also like to say that I am never late for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/109337605058308533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/109337605058308533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109337605058308533' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-109297986958075075</id><published>2004-08-19T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T22:31:09.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG!See the beautiful normal map?no? Turn your flashlight on..OMG!! a zombie, quick! switch to your gun!Oh, crap. Where’d he go?OMG!!!! *dead*....See ammopick it up(mmm ammo.. my favorite!)Monster spawns.. OMG!kill kill kill*dead*....If you don’t pick a single piece of armor or health pack or ammo, you’re golden baby. This fucking game is that simple. Scary though.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/109297986958075075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/109297986958075075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109297986958075075' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-109263207652456730</id><published>2004-08-15T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T21:54:36.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So yesterday was Independence Day. Merry, Happy, and all that. Do me a favor, all of you. Wherever you see a small paper Indian flag lying on the ground, soiled and discarded after yesterday's fervor, just pick it up and put it in your pocket (or bag). If you don't know what to do with it, just snail mail them to me(collect, if you're so inclined). Ask for my address and I'll give it to you. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/109263207652456730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/109263207652456730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109263207652456730' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-109152184084570197</id><published>2004-08-03T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T01:30:40.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The name is Bond... James Bond.....But you wouldn't like me when I'm angry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/109152184084570197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/109152184084570197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109152184084570197' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-109052445838299946</id><published>2004-07-22T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T12:27:38.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[My back, my back.]You know its been a long time since you posted when pun23 raises from the dead and make posts about Joe Orez, the badass actuary. Ahem. So apparently, contrary to what you thought, dicks are always surrounded by nice people. beatzo, thyla, and arunjeet have chosen to buy/send me cool things, despite me being, well, me. They rock, and you should read their journals, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/109052445838299946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/109052445838299946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109052445838299946' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-108692203096770160</id><published>2004-06-10T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T19:47:10.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Bah! If postmodern games are to be created, and by extension applied as an art form, a deconstructionist form of video game journalism has to evolve. All I see is PR.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/108692203096770160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/108692203096770160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108692203096770160' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-108547269647137881</id><published>2004-05-25T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T01:11:36.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DHAKKALAGAABUKKA!My one line Yuva reviewThat guy who plays the student character called Vishnu looks a lot like my good friend Anshul, who makes movies as well. Freaky.(ok thats two lines.and now three. and four. oh shit, five...)Weird Facts about things that choose to surround my life:-Times Of India thinks the GRE and GMAT are 'prestigious' examinations. I wonder if they'll give anand</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/108547269647137881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/108547269647137881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108547269647137881' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-108465465910342178</id><published>2004-05-15T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T13:57:39.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oddly EnoughJUST finished Corridor. India's first graphic novel they call it. I've read better Graphic Novels than this, but seriously, the story and the dialogue is fun. If it was not for the fact that I paid 230 Rupees for it, I would have imagined that the story was told to me by a close friend over a lazy Sunday afternoon coffee(Oh, allright, chai). Its like something we would start </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/108465465910342178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/108465465910342178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108465465910342178' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-108386878566678458</id><published>2004-05-06T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T11:44:05.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CasshernYou have, in all probability, by now see the trailer for and heard of, a movie called Casshern. We are, after all the children of internet. Whats that you say? You haven't? Here you go. What is this? It is inexplicable, beautiful and it is Japanese. It is the fundamental of nature that forces these things to go together.Casshern is a movie based on the popular anime Casshern (or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/108386878566678458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/108386878566678458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108386878566678458' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-108231193205436156</id><published>2004-04-18T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T11:16:08.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unreal Tournament Two Thousand and Four It is fucking great. Go play it now. The gametypes from UT2K3 are a pretty straightforwardly carried over, but the maps included seem to address my previous complaint from that outing, now they are bigger, meaner and hold more players.*glee*Assault and Onslaught are so bloody delicious any sort of adjective hardly seems appropriate. Its the digital </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/108231193205436156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/108231193205436156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108231193205436156' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-107833885990360770</id><published>2004-03-03T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T10:37:14.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jee Aayaan Noo!Goomba: I'm-a gonna make you'se ma biatch Mario!Mario: I don't think so, suckah! I'm-a gonna step on yo fuckin head![Stop Looking kids, this video game is violent from this point on.]I was talking to someone about a website he thought he should put up, and was obsessed with a big flash intro that would say welcom in as many different languages as he could collect fonts for. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107833885990360770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107833885990360770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107833885990360770' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-107609558748562581</id><published>2004-02-06T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T11:28:48.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long Ass PostIts been a long time since I wrote with reckless abandon, the kind of thing that would have made any web page recognizable as my handiwork. Careful, measured prose is all fine and nice, but writing like I treat my vocabulary as a wherewithal to form a bulwark against the withering sanity that people around me thrust down my throats, thats what I miss. A fight for my sanity, is what</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107609558748562581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107609558748562581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107609558748562581' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-107544035708967660</id><published>2004-01-29T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T21:28:07.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bulla kee jaana main kaun...Last night, while attending what promised to be a tedious social gathering, I had one of the best times in recent memory. Performing yesterday was Qadir Niazi along with his band. For those who haven't heard this sufi marvel, I urge you to do so the first chance you get. They perform at the Dargah Hazrat Nizamuddin in New Delhi when they're not touring the globe. The</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107544035708967660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107544035708967660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107544035708967660' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-107458887939930685</id><published>2004-01-20T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T00:56:36.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its been a long time since I came to these here waters, and a lot has been changing in life, apparently. I have no idea how to sum it up except use other people's words:Society has traditionally always tried to find scapegoats for its problems. Well here I am.--Marylin Manson Now that the world isnt ending, its love that I'm sending to you. It isnt the love of a hero, and thats why I fear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107458887939930685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107458887939930685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107458887939930685' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-107328799285154800</id><published>2004-01-04T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T23:34:50.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was bored......and wrote this:What purpose does a deteriorating building, nay, an unhappy meeting of wood, stone, cement and mortar; serve being on the dockside of a busy seafaring town? One purpose at least was apparent from the uproarious sounds coming from within. The more investigative might notice the stench of ale, the fighting noises, and the sailors entering quickly, and departing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107328799285154800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107328799285154800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107328799285154800' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-107302352363472051</id><published>2004-01-01T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T22:06:57.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Geek ZenContrary to popular belief, there exists a single answer to all of Life's little questions.More RAM. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107302352363472051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107302352363472051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107302352363472051' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-107224122708199993</id><published>2003-12-23T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T20:48:28.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Halo 0wnz0rz j00Merry Christmas everyone! Have a great time... I will too, I promise.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107224122708199993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107224122708199993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107224122708199993' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-107181645828730255</id><published>2003-12-18T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T22:54:04.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BrrrIts a foggy, kind of cold day outside. And like I've been saying, bad things happen when winters come. What I didn't tell you was that the absolute worst things happen when it gets foggy. Someone, somewhere has been waiting for the fogs to arrive, to be used as a symbolic reference to perfect timing, and come squish my *ahem* emotions to butternutsquash, thusly reducing me to a mangled, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107181645828730255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107181645828730255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107181645828730255' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-107154890453312804</id><published>2003-12-15T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T20:29:35.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>friendly neighbourhood trailermuhahahaha! 2 July 2004! Power to the people! The good doctor cometh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107154890453312804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107154890453312804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107154890453312804' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-107147510011533993</id><published>2003-12-14T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T23:59:29.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Slayer!anupma is probably(pleasantly) surprised with the lack of geek/gamer posts I've been doing lately. Never one to disappoint, here goes another:So this weekend I got in quite an intense round of Halo multiplayer, close to six hours at a stretch actually, playing against 15 of the 1337-est, meanest fraggers around. Of course they don't call me 53r10u554m for nothing... I finished in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107147510011533993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107147510011533993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107147510011533993' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-107114538216593179</id><published>2003-12-11T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T04:24:07.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its a turd... its a stool... its poopy man!Every few hundred millennia, evolution leaps forward.... As much as I'd like to believe Prof. X, lately I seem to be surrounded by people who have NOT evolved in their intelligence beyond the Neanderthal age. And then they breed. Then there are more of them. I hate that. Then they ALL come surround me with their idiocy and try to kill me with brain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107114538216593179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107114538216593179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107114538216593179' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-107086520511710288</id><published>2003-12-07T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T22:37:48.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Best Fest (bad pun)Sam's malfunctioning list of the best things in the year 2003(a year that stayed still, and refused to budge)Best Restaurant: The Big Chill, ND. Runner-Up: The Nizam's Club Mess, Hyd.Best Big Screen Movie: X-2 Runner-up: Pirates of the CaribbeanBest Pirated Movie: The Two Towers (I just know it.) Runner-up: Kill Bill vol 1Best Vacation I Missed: The second one to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107086520511710288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107086520511710288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107086520511710288' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-107052188125288496</id><published>2003-12-03T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T23:12:17.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kill JimI adore spam. No really, I do. The fine people behind the lovely colorful emails you get in the morning are just good samaritans trying to bring some things to your attention. And they work exceedingly hard at it. The fact that you're a man, and would look ridiculous with 'BIGGER BREASTS! HUGE BREASTS IN 30 DAYS!' makes no nevermind to them.Come to think of it, we are just tied down </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107052188125288496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107052188125288496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107052188125288496' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-107034780449749369</id><published>2003-12-01T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T22:50:57.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Geeks of a FeatherRemember my apprehensions about the Punisher movie? Well, when I saw the new Hellboy movie website, I cried with joy. This kindled in me the sort of curiosity only intense Googling could satiate. And I set out on a quest for truth. A weekend of browsing on comic book movies gave me a lot of useless information, which I shall proceed to distribute amongst you fine, bored people</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107034780449749369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/107034780449749369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107034780449749369' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106991294869572749</id><published>2003-11-26T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T22:03:15.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I generally don't do this..... but damn if its not funny...:: how jedi are you? ::</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106991294869572749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106991294869572749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106991294869572749' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106991042913796657</id><published>2003-11-26T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T21:21:15.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Still Don't Know......what Infinity Ward means. But if you downloaded any of the demos of Call of Duty to get a taste... forget about them. They DO NOT do the game any justice. I know, there are more games being made/released on WWII than people that can be stuffed inside a 753 blue line. But even if you're sick of ALL of them, try and remember how MoH:AA, in all its scripted beauty hit you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106991042913796657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106991042913796657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106991042913796657' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106976775511946706</id><published>2003-11-25T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T05:43:19.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brain fucked...Admist the chaos... the face.Mentally fried, and yet... at it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106976775511946706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106976775511946706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106976775511946706' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106915653611794174</id><published>2003-11-18T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T04:00:56.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gabbar! Main Tera Khoon Pee Jaaoonga!I just finished one of the most comprehensive books on the history of a medium few share my enthusiasm for. Masters Of Doom is a great book, and everyone should read it. It includes details that many of us already know or could obtain from other sources, but it compresses a great amount of gaming history - the first consumer-level 3D accelerators, John </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106915653611794174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106915653611794174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106915653611794174' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106869617101077994</id><published>2003-11-12T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T20:03:18.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its Payne! Shoot Him!Uhg, another sleepless night.Trying to balance my time between catching up with pending reading and playing games leaves me no time for luxuries like sleep and food.But lets backtrack...As inevitable as me falling for the wrong girl is my vulgarly inordinate spending spree on reading material and electronic entertainment every month. So once again, Wolverine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106869617101077994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106869617101077994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106869617101077994' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106802724251745480</id><published>2003-11-05T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T02:16:55.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is zee poonisair!Rolling Stone says The Matrix Revolutions sucks. And there are many reviews that corroborate the contention. Heh. As if that is going to stop me from watching it. I can't wait for the fight between Neo and his evil twin. And since it is releasing here simultaneously  with the US release, I WILL watch it this weekend.So the new Punisher trailer is out. I really don't know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106802724251745480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106802724251745480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106802724251745480' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106784968408947581</id><published>2003-11-03T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T00:54:58.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did the right thing. It sucks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106784968408947581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106784968408947581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106784968408947581' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106749547237750050</id><published>2003-10-29T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T22:31:16.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What does Infinity Ward mean, anyways?I am convinced now, this is how an office works: some men and women don't do anything in work environments other than wander off to gossip with friends and leave the work for you to do! If they're not wandering off to gossip, then they're sitting at their workstations, pretending to work and throwing panic attacks! Don't complain though, noooooo. Never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106749547237750050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106749547237750050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106749547237750050' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106679604474708242</id><published>2003-10-21T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T21:14:04.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blow ColdThe winters? They are a-coming. There is always some sort of associations you make with weather because of your earlier experiences. And the winters depress me. Not in a bad mood always gloomy face kind of way, but in a sobered down anxious kind of way. And that happens because, to me winters signal the end of a year. And there is sense of doom somewhere in the background of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106679604474708242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106679604474708242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106679604474708242' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106603189030281013</id><published>2003-10-13T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T00:58:57.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HushSo this weekend was huge fun. Schumacher won the championship, with more than a little help from Barrichello. Valentino Rossi defended his championship by winning his seventh race in Sepang. Beautiful races, both. I met Bushbush after a long time, had a few drinks, chilled with the rest of the gang. Then went out and bought a few books, games  and comics. Anandamath, Sun Tzu's Art of War, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106603189030281013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106603189030281013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106603189030281013' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106542475245140828</id><published>2003-10-06T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T00:19:12.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kissing ChaosThis weekend I realized that I absolutely needed to get some books by Arthur Dela Cruz, J. Michael Straczynski and Frank Miller. I came across the work of Arthur Dela Cruz several times in recent times. Though I had never bought anything by him, I liked his art style a lot. Arthur's pencil work is very, very cool - a sketchy, loose but solid style, and his knowledge and mastery </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106542475245140828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106542475245140828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106542475245140828' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106518212777783345</id><published>2003-10-03T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T04:55:27.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pop Culture LemmingSo I hope I find you in good health, kind sir/ma'am? Lovely day, isn't it? I am happy today. Are you happy? I am. Happy, I mean. So you didn't tell me... ARE YOU HAPPY?  ARE YOU?I watched them in a loop so many times, my eyes might bleed. I am still all tingly after the experience. Woo!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106518212777783345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106518212777783345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106518212777783345' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106480958218609275</id><published>2003-09-28T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T21:26:22.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bhor Bhor Bhor Bhor Bhayee...You know what is fun? Going to an Indian Ocean concert with friends. So I had fun on saturday. Gobs of it. As an improver, there was Shubha Mudgal doing an absolutely random jam thing with them. Wow. The best thing about them, that has not changed with fame and time, is their unassuming, unabashedly down to earth attitude. They way they connect with the audience is a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106480958218609275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106480958218609275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106480958218609275' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106440565807805720</id><published>2003-09-24T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T05:14:18.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amd Launches New 64 Bit ProcessorsAdvanced Micro Devices launched its latest Athlon processors, the Athlon 64 and Athlon 64 FX yesterday.With the Athlon 64 and 64 FX lines, AMD seeks to encourage performance-minded desktop consumers to prepare now for a 64-bit upgrade path when a Windows operating system capable of running in 64 bits becomes available in the first half of 2004. More reviews</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106440565807805720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106440565807805720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106440565807805720' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106430295624630647</id><published>2003-09-23T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T00:42:35.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smartly, Me Lad!A great article on HardOCP confirms most of our suspicions: The Phantom console seems to be an elaborate construction of lies and half-truths, an outright scam to defraud investors unfamiliar with the gaming industry. We live in an age where technology has provided us with tools read and cross-reference any record you want. Con artists leave trails like these too, only they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106430295624630647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106430295624630647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106430295624630647' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106386465137610361</id><published>2003-09-17T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T22:57:30.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How well do you know your Atari?Take the test here, and see how much of a classic gaming nerd you are.By the way, I got a 100%.%SPOILER ALERT!!%The answers are:1.) What is the name of the hero in the game Pitfall!? (Harry)2.) Which of the following games was not published by Activision? (Centipede)3.) Which game came with the Atari 2600? (Combat)4.) Which of the following are enemies</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106386465137610361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106386465137610361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106386465137610361' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106370233828728366</id><published>2003-09-16T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T02:00:55.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know this is pretty late......but I had an eventful weekend. I finished The Da Vinci Code, excellent, excellent book that it was, I finished the layout of my new site design, I saw the final cut for my movie, the one that Arun is editing...and I bought a cell phone. And that is the new bane of my existence. I bought it so people wouldn't call on my friends' cell phones to talk to me, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106370233828728366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106370233828728366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106370233828728366' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106336658077618203</id><published>2003-09-12T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T04:36:20.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Choices and InfluencesAbout a year ago, Janet Murray and grad student Chaim Gingold initiated a "game morphology" project at Georgia Tech. They asked several game designers and researchers, What ten games have been most important to you as a designer/reseracher, and/or most important to the development of electronic gaming in general?Some initial results of the project made public on their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106336658077618203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106336658077618203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106336658077618203' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106318225254437985</id><published>2003-09-10T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T01:24:12.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Seventh Day"The magic of a computer lies in its ability to become almost anything you can imagine, as long as you can explain exactly what that is. The hitch is in explaining what you want. With the right programming, a computer can become a theater, a musical instrument, a reference book, a chess opponent. No other entity in the world except a human brain has such an adaptable, universal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106318225254437985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106318225254437985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106318225254437985' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106300392890479322</id><published>2003-09-07T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T23:52:08.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Big ThingsOh joyous day!! I'm so happy!! Apparently quite a few people have decided to send me wicked screensavers, many more have approved me, still more want to discuss that movie with me, and a lot more are asking for my details! YAY!While I answer all this wonderful email, please visit this place. It's fun. Really.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106300392890479322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106300392890479322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106300392890479322' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106256579077863918</id><published>2003-09-02T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T22:09:50.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ArmageddonWE ARE ALL GONNA DIE!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106256579077863918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106256579077863918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106256579077863918' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106247749401886679</id><published>2003-09-01T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T21:38:14.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Virtual StimuliVideogames are a form of human expression. There are people who insist it is art. Others rebuff that idea and call it entertainment. "Art" is merely what happens when you start to apply entertainment and the experiences thereof to your own life. That is to say: if videogames don't say anything to you, that's your own fault for not listening. It's the same as with anything in life</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106247749401886679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106247749401886679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106247749401886679' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106189043743084116</id><published>2003-08-26T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T02:33:57.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fear FactorI think I have a pretty good tolerance as far as fear is concerned. I've never lost sleep over a book or a movie, no, not even Bhoot. I've never scared myself shitless after watching a horror movie alone at night. Nope, all the usual, normal scary stories that happen to every usual, normal kid never happened to me.But, if done right, video games really hit me where it counts. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106189043743084116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106189043743084116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106189043743084116' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106187277493889533</id><published>2003-08-25T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T21:39:34.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday Bloody MondayThat the blasts occurred the same day as the ASI findings were revealed admist a lot of skepticism and the UP allies split with threats of dissolution of the assembly raises a lot of questions in my head. Add to it the fact that no group has yet accepted responsibility for the heinous crimes. Forgive me for being doubtful, the death of innocents is of course excoriatable, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106187277493889533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106187277493889533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106187277493889533' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106178976384276745</id><published>2003-08-24T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T22:36:44.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gamer.tvUPN is going to start a CGI family comedy based on Video games on prime time. The comedy GAME OVER from Carsey-Werner-Mandabach will be the first series based on Games, and the first CGI series on prime time. It follows the exploits of a family, the Smashenburns, that lives in an alternate videogame universe. Marisa Tomei (hot meter turning on) will voice the mom.Thought the series </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106178976384276745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106178976384276745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106178976384276745' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106129044159984709</id><published>2003-08-19T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T03:54:01.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Revolution Behindimage courtesy: DCcomics15th August was my country's Independence Day. Independence, as everyone apperceives it to be, is Freedom from control or influence of another or others. I am not going to go on a fulmination about how we abuse our freedom, and how many people fought for what we take for granted. Its true, but thats not my point.I am an inquisitive man. And the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106129044159984709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106129044159984709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106129044159984709' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106086475141337133</id><published>2003-08-14T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T05:43:47.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crash 'n' BurnHere's an odd game that comes recommended for people who'll go to any ends to uncover all the bad taste entertainment that sick minds will conjure. Frontal Assault is a sort of action/puzzle game in which you must...slap these breasts in certain patterns before move icons fall past the screen. Disturbing, and a serious food for thought for people concerned with women's place in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106086475141337133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106086475141337133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106086475141337133' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106058858245934790</id><published>2003-08-11T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T00:57:32.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mizutamari ni utsuru sekai(The World's Reflection in a Puddle)So last night me and some friends got together, and decided to catch up over a beer or ten. As is by now commonplace, conversation veered towards the fairer sex and our trysts with the likes of them. Fool that I am, I had mentioned to this raucous flock, passingly at that, that I happen to find a girl that i met 'cute'. This of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106058858245934790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106058858245934790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106058858245934790' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-106014494717182880</id><published>2003-08-05T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T21:47:43.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Electronic Entertainment HegemonySo these people think that Half-Life 2 will be delayed. Although Valve hasn't gone ahead and screamed 'bullshit!', they haven't ruled out the possibility either. Maybe it will be a little late. I say, if you can wait 5 excruciating years, you can wait 15 more fuckin days. Speaking of Valve, you really should download Steam. You're missing out on a lot of cool </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106014494717182880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/106014494717182880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106014494717182880' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105999013819677099</id><published>2003-08-04T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T03:59:10.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Confessions of a Dangerous MindAs a kid, I was addicted. My dealer knew me by name. I used to get my fix weekly, twice a week, sometimes even daily. And not just low-brow offerings that catered to the most animalistic of my instincts. When in money, I also used to get some deep stuff. The mind trip ones. The habit consumed all my free cash. It got so bad, I did things-- terrible, heinous things</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105999013819677099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105999013819677099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105999013819677099' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105997776583772317</id><published>2003-08-03T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T04:14:43.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a dream...(The Tao of Foo - II)Remember the IE vs. alt browsers thingy? Here are a few more linkies that might interest you:A whole lotta nothing reviews Firebird. Its the ultimate weblogging tool too, she says.So apparently, Buymusic.com is too good for Mozilla and other alt browsers. And heres a guy's answer.This is a small comparision between Mozilla and IE. And this guy is fair</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105997776583772317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105997776583772317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105997776583772317' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105972114184757497</id><published>2003-07-31T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T23:59:01.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HobosYup! 'Tis true. Some people will take it too far...Go here to get your own hobo!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105972114184757497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105972114184757497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105972114184757497' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105971245541858415</id><published>2003-07-31T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T21:34:15.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its Madness!"To me, making a tape is like writing a letter -- there's a lot of erasing and rethinking and starting again... A good compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do. You've got to kick off with a corker, to hold the attention, and then you've got to up it a notch, or cool it a notch, and you can't have white music and black music together, unless the white music sounds like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105971245541858415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105971245541858415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105971245541858415' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105949065883388793</id><published>2003-07-29T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T07:57:38.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take me to thine breast, for I am homeSitting late in my office, I just came up with a brilliant plan. Now, listen to this, patiently... when I am old and am about to die, I am going to try my damndest to get a hard-on, hold my wang in my hand, start grinning like a complete idiot, and wait for Rigor Mortis to set in. Now think about it... how cool would that be? My sons and their wives and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105949065883388793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105949065883388793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105949065883388793' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105946294673763060</id><published>2003-07-29T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T00:18:29.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Tao of FooI was reading news off the net, and realized there are a lot of sites that still don't support anything outside of IE, and that is a sorry, sorry state of affairs. This  is a nice discussion on why IE is doomed, and the exhortations for using alternate browsers like Mozilla and Opera.As for me I really don't mind IE, but yes, it annoys me with its windowed interface, and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105946294673763060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105946294673763060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105946294673763060' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105938426012405843</id><published>2003-07-28T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T02:24:20.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just testing Blogthis!Ignore this post....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105938426012405843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105938426012405843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105938426012405843' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105937218217447758</id><published>2003-07-27T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T02:19:34.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Involuntary Celibacyoh, yes!and this too...*Laughing real hard, tears down his cheek..Garibon ki sunoh.. woh tumhaari sunega! Baba! Andhe ko ek rupya dede baba! Bhagwaan tumhari jodi banaye rakhe! Tumhare do do pappu hon! Ok, now that all that is out of the way, my crap for today. I saw Darna Mana Hai and T3 during the weekend. Though the latter was fun, actually more fun than I thought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105937218217447758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105937218217447758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105937218217447758' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105902951214107130</id><published>2003-07-23T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T23:51:52.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Drums of HeavenIf you had any idea how many times a day I think of writing a blog entry and type up something stupid and then delete it, you'd laugh at me. I laugh at me. Everyone laughs at me. Stop laughing at me. A lot of times it's just stupid observations like:Looky! Helvetica versus Arial!Or that Japanese name thing(previous post). Or this. hee hee. Sorry, was just too funny.Anyhoo, I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105902951214107130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105902951214107130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105902951214107130' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105902371291930379</id><published>2003-07-23T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T22:15:12.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAI !!!From today onwards, all samurai will refer to me by my Japanese name: Samuratsu shiruma.Go and get your honorable name here!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105902371291930379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105902371291930379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105902371291930379' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105885543282059085</id><published>2003-07-21T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T23:30:32.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GourmetLets act pretentious....Existence. I ponder it most ponderously.I am like Philosphecles.Why are we here? Why do we exist? Sometimes I think so hard, I mentally touch myself!Hmmm... 'Tis a quandary, a conundrum, a real brainfucker.I am so deep! Indeed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105885543282059085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105885543282059085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105885543282059085' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105876879086129110</id><published>2003-07-20T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T00:04:14.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monkey IslandI really, really wanna make monkey/robot movies. A typical buddy movie, only the buddies are a monkey and a bot.Like, you know how porn movie guys take popular films and remake them into adult pictures like Terms of Inrearment and For Your Thighs Only and E-3: The Extra-Testicle, where they use the plot outline from the original movie to string together a bunch of sex scenes?Those</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105876879086129110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105876879086129110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105876879086129110' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105835019576414301</id><published>2003-07-16T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T03:15:48.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ill - EagleDue to some legalities, I would require you to read this End User's License agreement, and click on I agree if you are to continue to read my blog. If you don't do that, bad things will happen to a three eyed boy on western Honolulu. Clicking on I Agree, on the other hand, will return you to this page, and the button will feel nice too. Show your love to the button, click it. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105835019576414301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105835019576414301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105835019576414301' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105833788155075547</id><published>2003-07-15T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T23:44:41.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brush With Disaster After my reasonably sane explanation of the fly that wouldn't die, I am encouraged to tell you about another mishap in my life. Some mornings ago, I was running a little late, so I tried to hurry my routine a bit. Rushing into the bathroom, I grabbed my toothbrush and began squeezing toothpaste onto it. But apparently, in my hastened and groggy state, I was unknowingly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105833788155075547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105833788155075547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105833788155075547' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105824806887519101</id><published>2003-07-14T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T22:47:48.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday!The Famicom or, as is known outside of Japan, the NES turns 20 today! Join the celebration.There's also a competition that Nintendo is running to commemorate 20 years of the wildly popular system. But it requires you to buy stuff...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105824806887519101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105824806887519101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105824806887519101' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105824668849151030</id><published>2003-07-14T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T22:26:06.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ushinawareta tsubasa wo sagashite...(in search of lost wings...)So, yeah long time no shit. I guess I've been preoccupied with feeling sorry for myself. But no more shall I not dishonor the Daijin clan! I will pick my sorry ass up and do something fruitful. Now where's that pr0n.....I see some people as public service announcements on the dangers of not using condoms.. 'Your unwanted baby </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105824668849151030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105824668849151030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105824668849151030' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105782859631304695</id><published>2003-07-10T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T02:16:36.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Century of WierdismsOne of the more unusual benefits of having a blog that seems to attract some readers is that when you mention your dismal lack of knowledge about something, you get a lot of very helpful, informative emails that help fill in the gaps in your knowledge. It's sorta like this weird Reverse Google reflex - I toss out the fact that I have no clue about something and a myriad of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105782859631304695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105782859631304695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105782859631304695' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105782573084794984</id><published>2003-07-10T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T01:28:50.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The saga collapses into a fetal position.Arun’s been taken to a hospital for examination after a police officer sees him trying to make out with an air hockey machine, slowly mumbling, “Fatality… Fatality…”The doc asks Arun a few routine questions…Arun: It’s a fairly common misconception that you can’t make windows out of brick. Most people feel that brick is too soggy. I assure you it is a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105782573084794984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105782573084794984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105782573084794984' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105774781782942021</id><published>2003-07-09T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T03:50:17.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Flies spread diseases so keep yours closedI'm never at my best at describing things. At school, my report card generally read 'Has little to no ability, but does his best', or words to that effect. True, in the course of years I have picked up a vocabulary of sorts, but I'm not nearly smart enough to draw word-pictures that would do justice to events that deem themselves fit enough to befall me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105774781782942021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105774781782942021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105774781782942021' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105756759659497161</id><published>2003-07-07T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T22:04:50.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WeirdismsSo, Puneet finally decided to update. Again, his blog is as wacky as he is, and thats a good thing.Sushubh's having mood swings... maybe its PMS  :PSo for today's weirdisms, someone thinks I should make a movie out of the Saga. I dunno, its too weird for anyone's taste(except mine, heh). Anyways, it isn't finish yet, so who knows...Some people make matchstick rockets, while some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105756759659497161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105756759659497161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105756759659497161' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105756474704818934</id><published>2003-07-07T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T01:00:36.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Saga makes no senseSo Far:Sam has smashed Aruns PC to build his 'thing'. Arun's been walking around thinking crazy thoughts.Now:Puneet sees Sam's new 'thing', and walks over to investigate... he sees a pile of wood and Arun's broken up comp...Puneet: So... this is your... thing?Sam: Of course.Puneet: What does it do?Sam: You can run it over with your car.Puneet: But what... you...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105756474704818934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105756474704818934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105756474704818934' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105729138801895779</id><published>2003-07-03T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T21:03:08.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Saga is kind of underwayArun's PC has been in an unfortunate accident, and he has gone delirious...Arunjeet thinks his life over:Life without my PC...The only slave to my every command...Gone.Oh sure, these 'people' things could be my slaves too. But its not the same. They're fleshy. And have meat and things... on their bones. And they can hit me on the face when they want to.My PC </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105729138801895779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105729138801895779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105729138801895779' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105714751792426118</id><published>2003-07-02T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T05:05:17.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somethings never dieFor the uninitiated, the entire litany yesterday was a tribute to Force Monkeys, the now closed and defunct web comic, that I absolutely adored. I had gotten quite fond of the artist and the writer over the past year and a half. I intend to run the saga as an episodic wierdity on my blog so far as it continues to be funny.Look for the saga continuing tomorrow...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105714751792426118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105714751792426118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105714751792426118' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105704257375074989</id><published>2003-06-30T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T23:56:13.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Afternoon CrunchiesDid I tell you I love the new interface of Blogger thats Opera friendly? Delicious!Sans the activex controls, and that gives it +5 in my test. W00t!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105704257375074989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105704257375074989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105704257375074989' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105704235321483871</id><published>2003-06-30T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T23:53:03.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Saga BeginsSam: I need parts.Arun: What?Sam: I'm building a thing.Arun: What thing?.Sam: It needs parts.*Sam looks at arun's computer..* blink, blinkArun: But what thing are you building?Sam: A thing that needs parts. Hey could I...Arun: No. NO. You get away from-Sam: But its got parts..Arun: I don't care if its got an ASS growing out of the-Sam: Oooh, here's a shiny one.*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105704235321483871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105704235321483871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105704235321483871' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105671538891242663</id><published>2003-06-27T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T05:03:08.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not, Infact a TigerA year gone by since I passed out of college and started working. And I am still working. I guess that's good. Of course neither me nor most of my friends know what we're going to be doing with our lives. Whether we'll study further, or just keep at this working thing, or find a new kind of animal to tame. Nobody knows how long we'll be doing this, or more importantly, why </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105671538891242663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105671538891242663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105671538891242663' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-105668944084553239</id><published>2003-06-26T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T21:52:39.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stuff that happens to most weird peopleSo AJ wants me to make a movie with Puneet and feature Andy holding a copy of the book 1984 in his hand and say, "I have been reading this since 1948". It tickled my funny so much, I think I am going to do it. Though I have only a foggy idea, maybe thats how everyone starts off.....A couple of friends who read mah blog emailed me and told me that in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105668944084553239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/105668944084553239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105668944084553239' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-95976957</id><published>2003-06-24T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T04:02:59.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clazy Japanese PeopleSo this place is selling a unique cardboard computer cabinet. A metal cabinet costs around 1500 INR, so money saving will not be that big a selling point. Since the site is in Japanese, here is the translated version of the selling points of the contraption:It is biodegradableOne could decorate it by drawing on itThe case is easy to open and access (for upgrading)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/95976957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/95976957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95976957' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-95976884</id><published>2003-06-24T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T03:54:35.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GOOGLE Technology Revealed!The technology behind Google's Page Rank in its index is up for speculation no more! The secret is out. This is what Google has to say:google.com: "As a Google user, you're familiar with the speed and accuracy of a Google search. How exactly does Google manage to find the right results for every query as quickly as it does? The heart of Google's search technology is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/95976884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/95976884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95976884' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-95976026</id><published>2003-06-24T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T03:21:33.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Carroto JuiceOne of the most basic things that binds guys is their love of, and the fear of any harm to, their genitalia. While both sexes have their own private parts, the women privates are more private than the men privates. For men, it is simply a case of a stray cricket ball, or a misguided stone, or a snake hiding in their potty, to bring their very existence in jeopardy. And all men share</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/95976026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/95976026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95976026' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-95942986</id><published>2003-06-23T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T05:24:34.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Matrix UnloadedWell, seems like Arun has a thing or two to say about Matrix Reloaded. And though not as irked, I was disappointed too. I decided to make my views about the movie public now that the euphoria is dead, and well, now that I have some time and inclination to rant. Here goes:There was no power behind the action sequences, no consequence. Every fight was just going through the motions</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/95942986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/95942986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95942986' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-95937586</id><published>2003-06-22T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T23:50:09.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lets SeeIf you can beat mah mighty Imp:	Sam'sBattle Impis	Eaery		Backstabbing: 4	Dodgin': 6	Guts: 2	Magic Mojo: 10	Smackdown: 7																						Will your battle imp beat Sam's?Enter your name and fight.						</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/95937586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/95937586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95937586' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-95860255</id><published>2003-06-20T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T05:29:50.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BlenderBlender 2.27 has been released, the second release in its Open Source form.  Blender is a 3D Modeler which used to be shareware, and has now gone Open Source. Not only are the developers of the project working on improving  it, an entire community also have the ability to contribute code, or ideas to the project. Since a whole community is working on this open source modeler, and the  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/95860255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/95860255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95860255' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-95783369</id><published>2003-06-18T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T00:39:42.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bird of PreyToday is officially the depress Sam day. All together now, tell me the worst news that you can come up with and keep on depressing me. Come one, come all, fuck Sam in the ass, this is the official day for it.Bah! Go Away!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/95783369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/95783369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95783369' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-95360589</id><published>2003-06-05T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T23:51:22.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeh Dil Maange MMOSome guy asked me about what I thought about the MMO glut that Sony online has brought in the market. this is part of what he said:I was reading that everquest has over 420,000 subscribers. That means they are pulling in about 5 million dollars a month from just the montly fees for that one game. Sony is going to have everquest, everquest 2, planetside and galaxies soon. They</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/95360589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/95360589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95360589' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-95184679</id><published>2003-06-02T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T02:44:18.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LIVEI found this band, and its called Live. It has some great sounds, in fact I think it rocks. Go buy a cassette or CD or whatever (mp3, wink, wink). Verry cool stuff.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/95184679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/95184679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95184679' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-94990737</id><published>2003-05-28T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T07:49:00.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hotfish says Finding Nemo rocksTheres this guy called Mark Walters that I've known for some time on the web now. He gets to go to all these cool press screenings of upcoming movies. He got a chance to see PIXAR'S new movie Finding Nemo, and he says it rocks.You can find his review here. Pixar's next film is called THE INVINCIBLES and it's about a dysfunctional family of superheroes. Should </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/94990737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/94990737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94990737' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186050.post-94897653</id><published>2003-05-26T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T07:34:32.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cold Black CoffeeSometime back, at home,  I was drinking coffee and enjoying it immensely, but then something came along that distracted me long enough for the coffee to get cold. When I turned my attention to the cup again, it still had some coffee in it. Cold coffee. You know that feeling of dread you get when you just know that the next sip won't taste good at all, and yet you just want to go</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/94897653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186050/posts/default/94897653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsjournal.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94897653' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
