<?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-5923818</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:27:27.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John The Revelator</title><subtitle type='html'>Continuing on from someplace else</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923818.post-110631754084740083</id><published>2005-01-21T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T06:25:40.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2</title><summary type='text'>Happy 2nd Birthday to Maggie, (aka lots of silly baby names)She's been in the terrible twos for about a year now.  My, isn't she advanced?:-)Love Daddy, Mommy and Big Brother JP2</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/110631754084740083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/110631754084740083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110631754084740083' title='2'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-110623897007819383</id><published>2005-01-20T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T08:36:10.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's the ticket</title><summary type='text'>Ah yes.  Now I know why I haven't been blogging lately - it a protest.  Yeah, that's it - a protest.  Not lazy or anything.  Just protesting against the boated plutocrats you see.Four more years of protest, then.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/110623897007819383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/110623897007819383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110623897007819383' title='That&apos;s the ticket'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-110606062619680946</id><published>2005-01-18T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T07:03:46.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuptiality</title><summary type='text'>Haven't posted for ages - not a lot going on.  However, every once in a blue moon one of the family up and get married, or bethrothed, or somesuch.So happy Bethrothals to Kevo and Paula.  Great news.  Looking forward to the party!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/110606062619680946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/110606062619680946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110606062619680946' title='Nuptiality'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-110209626681973019</id><published>2004-12-03T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T09:51:06.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reputational Risk My Arse</title><summary type='text'>Having recently completed my On-Line Training Course on "Global Reputational And Legal Risks", it stikes me as odd that the bank has become a tad Accident Prone lately.  I know that the cannuck dollar looks like monopoly money, but this is ridiculous.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/110209626681973019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/110209626681973019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110209626681973019' title='Reputational Risk My Arse'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-110001581269185007</id><published>2004-11-09T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T07:56:52.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday T</title><summary type='text'>Happy news today, in counterpoint to the news of Uncle Patrick over at Boo's site.  T turns 41 today.  Mannahappareturns.We'll celebrate in Galway, seeing as I'm off to Toronto tonight, and am more or less passing by the house on the way back to pick them up and pack the whole fam dambly off to Galway for a wee while.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/110001581269185007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/110001581269185007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110001581269185007' title='Happy Birthday T'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109992949523780138</id><published>2004-11-08T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T07:58:15.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandate My Ass</title><summary type='text'>Watch this space.  This place is going to go nuts for the next four years.Canada is looking appealing again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109992949523780138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109992949523780138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109992949523780138' title='Mandate My Ass'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109905892071987309</id><published>2004-10-29T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T07:08:40.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers Update</title><summary type='text'>Upon further conversation with my good buddy Liam, I'm reliably informed that rumours of the demise of Hot House Flowers are very much inaccurate.  In fact, like Rachel &amp; Ross, they just on a break.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109905892071987309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109905892071987309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109905892071987309' title='Flowers Update'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109881779050115671</id><published>2004-10-26T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T12:09:50.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Go</title><summary type='text'>Sad to learn, via The Brother, that John Peel passed away suddenly.  Truly a great man in the music industry.Speaking of the music industry, I had occasion to chat yesterday with Liam O'Maonlai.  'Twas about 5pm in The Irish Pub, and only myself, Tim Belushi and Russian Mike at the bar, with the idiotic Donnacha behind, struggling to serve all three of us - otherwise, the place was empty.  In </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109881779050115671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109881779050115671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109881779050115671' title='Don&apos;t Go'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109716953918296390</id><published>2004-10-07T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T08:31:59.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>114</title><summary type='text'>Not bad.  113 114 out of 200.Things I've done in bold.Found via Czeltic Girl01. Bought everyone in the pub a drink02. Swam with wild dolphins03. Climbed a mountain04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive05. Been inside the Great Pyramid06. Held a tarantula.07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone08. Said “I love you” and meant it09. Hugged a tree10. Done a striptease11. Bungee jumped</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109716953918296390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109716953918296390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109716953918296390' title='114'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109708343097184324</id><published>2004-10-06T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T10:23:50.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I useta know...Part 1</title><summary type='text'>ON PREPARING COPY AND MARKING PROOF.  Hints from  a Typo. As there are not a few who undertake to write for newspapers and to "make books," who do not appear to know how to prepare their copy, the writer of this article, who knows how copy should be prepared, respectfully offers a few suggestions:  A sentence, composed of fine, well-chosen words, may be so marred by inaccurate punctuation and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109708343097184324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109708343097184324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109708343097184324' title='Things I useta know...Part 1'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109707720561714803</id><published>2004-10-06T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T08:40:05.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Rodney</title><summary type='text'>Sad to hear Rodney Dangerfield has died.  He had a good innings.  Must go up to his club one of these nights to pay, er, respects.Oh... I nearly got away without resorting to that cliche.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109707720561714803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109707720561714803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109707720561714803' title='RIP Rodney'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109605633639904480</id><published>2004-10-01T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T10:28:42.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrick Joseph Duffy -  September 2nd 1965 - October 1st 1994</title><summary type='text'>"Your children are not your children.   They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.   They come through you but not from you,   And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.   You may give them your love but not your thoughts.   For they have their own thoughts.   You may house their bodies but not their souls,   For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109605633639904480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109605633639904480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109605633639904480' title='Patrick Joseph Duffy -  September 2nd 1965 - October 1st 1994'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109656419396052609</id><published>2004-09-30T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T10:09:53.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the sky grew dark and the wind grew gruff and gurly grew the sea...</title><summary type='text'>Well, the trip went well.An hour of bobbing about in mountainous sees watching my comrades lose their lunches, while I was laughing my ass off.  The captain cancelled the trip, as no one but me was in any fit state to go fishing, and it really was getting dangerous out there.So we went back to our little motel in the gorgeous little hamlet of York Beach, Maine and ordered lobster for dinner.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109656419396052609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109656419396052609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109656419396052609' title='And the sky grew dark and the wind grew gruff and gurly grew the sea...'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109543743468743198</id><published>2004-09-17T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T09:10:34.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivan Shmivan</title><summary type='text'>I'm off for a trip up to New Hampshire, and thence about 50 miles offshore for some deep sea fishing with a Bar-Brawl of Monahans  (collective term - you know, a murder of crows, a gaggle of geese...).  and then we get this - from the National Weather ServiceNEW YORK CITY TO RECEIVE INDIRECT IMPACTS FROM THE REMNANTS OFHURRICANE IVAN OVERNIGHTNo doubt it will continue northward from there, to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109543743468743198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109543743468743198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109543743468743198' title='Ivan Shmivan'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109543702734882773</id><published>2004-09-17T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T09:03:47.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Health and Happiness</title><summary type='text'>Well guys, after a sustained 40 year assault, the old body is finally starting to show signs of cracking under the pressure.I'm not symptomatic - and I hope to ensure I never get there - but I've been diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes.  That's the non insulin dependent kind, as far as I can make out.  I'm on a whack of drugs at the moment, but hopefully once things calm down a bit I'll be able to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109543702734882773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109543702734882773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109543702734882773' title='Health and Happiness'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109534824136751194</id><published>2004-09-16T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T08:24:01.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny Joins Joey and Dee Dee</title><summary type='text'>RIP Johnny Ramone</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109534824136751194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109534824136751194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109534824136751194' title='Johnny Joins Joey and Dee Dee'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109525845313107533</id><published>2004-09-15T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T07:27:33.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There goes NOLA</title><summary type='text'>I was in New Orleans, LA for 5 days last year, and really, really liked it.  Had a lot of fun, culture, and general debauchery.  Now it looks like its deep in the shit, what with Hurricane Ivan and all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109525845313107533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109525845313107533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109525845313107533' title='There goes NOLA'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109509079467955250</id><published>2004-09-13T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T08:53:14.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not two, I'm thwee!!!</title><summary type='text'>A Montessori classroom in Chicago.  The year is 1967CLASS:  (sings) "Hello, hello, hello and how are you?    I'm fine, I'm fine, and I hope that you are too."LITTLE JOHN P(aul) DUFFY: (sobs...) "But I'm not two, I'm three!" Today was Little John P(hilip) Duffy's 1st day at Montessori.  It produced similar results.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109509079467955250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109509079467955250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109509079467955250' title='I&apos;m not two, I&apos;m thwee!!!'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109208258305637796</id><published>2004-08-09T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T13:16:23.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hereby resign the Office of President of the United States.</title><summary type='text'>It was 32 years ago today - and I still remember looking for those lost 18 minutes of tapes in the backyard... just in case, like.via Metafilter, natch.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109208258305637796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109208258305637796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109208258305637796' title='I hereby resign the Office of President of the United States.'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109181005723456959</id><published>2004-08-06T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T09:37:43.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abort! Abort! Abort!</title><summary type='text'>Another day, another near disaster.I was up in Toronto Wednesday and Thursday and all went well - met the new boss, liked him, sorted a few things out at work, you know, that kind of stuff. It was the flight home that will be memorable.Never mind the long wait to clear US Customs before boarding (like Shannon, they do pre-clearance at Lester B. Pearson International Airport).Never mind that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109181005723456959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109181005723456959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109181005723456959' title='Abort! Abort! Abort!'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109120247408496843</id><published>2004-07-30T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T08:47:54.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Growth Hormone</title><summary type='text'>Browsing aroudn the other day, probably following an article on the New York Yankee's Jason Giambi and his mysterious slump in for following allegations that he was involved in the BALCO steroids scandal, I came across an article saying that there had recently been a discovery that led to a reliable test to confirm existence of artificial Human Growth Hormone.  (phew! what a sentence!).  Also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109120247408496843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109120247408496843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109120247408496843' title='Human Growth Hormone'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109111159617062988</id><published>2004-07-29T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T10:45:22.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celtic V Liverpool</title><summary type='text'>It just entered my mind that I have been to a Liverpool game and not blogged about it!  The disgrace!   Celtic V Liverpool as part of the Champions World Series was played on Monday night at Rentschler Field in East Hartford, Connecticut. Tickets - via the execrable TicketMaster - were $77.00 in new money. Kickoff was 8:00pm and the stadium is about an hour and 45 minutes from Croton. T's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109111159617062988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109111159617062988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109111159617062988' title='Celtic V Liverpool'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109111000040384675</id><published>2004-07-29T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T07:06:40.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mocha Frickin Chai Latte</title><summary type='text'>I know this isn't original, but I just came out of Starbucks feeling I needed a thesaurus, or a dictionary, or something to try and ask for a medium sized strong coffee. You're not allowed to say "black" here - that might be prejudiced - so you have to say "with no room for milk". Actually, what I'm supposed to say is something like "Grande Bold no Milk", but last time I was there the server </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109111000040384675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109111000040384675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109111000040384675' title='Mocha Frickin Chai Latte'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109066658649663335</id><published>2004-07-24T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T03:56:26.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Freddy's Cat</title><summary type='text'>It's not every day that Fat Freddy's Cat gets a mention in the sports pages of a respectable newspaper.  But I suppose it had to happen sometime. What next, Little Annie Fanny in an article about Frances "Fanny" Jeffers?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109066658649663335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109066658649663335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109066658649663335' title='Fat Freddy&apos;s Cat'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109051900904899249</id><published>2004-07-22T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T10:57:39.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk Talk - The New Crop of Bar Slang</title><summary type='text'>Exactly what it says on the tin - I particularly liked one entry:  kick                          and click                          n. A bar that kicks out strangers at last call,                          locks the door, then serves regulars after hours.  Ah yes, the Admiral Codrington  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109051900904899249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109051900904899249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109051900904899249' title='Drunk Talk - The New Crop of Bar Slang'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109051546404904120</id><published>2004-07-22T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T09:57:44.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 11th Report and all that</title><summary type='text'>Michael Meacher over at The Grauniad has a well researched article on some other failings of the US Government in relation to the terror attacks that no one seems to be talking about.  I'd always wondered why Shrub cuddled up with Pakistan so much -this article raises more questions.  A Leftie of the old school - Meacher's been making more and more sense lately.  Perhaps the spirit of Paul Foot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109051546404904120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109051546404904120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109051546404904120' title='September 11th Report and all that'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109042399023998184</id><published>2004-07-21T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T08:33:10.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Predictor</title><summary type='text'>Enter your name, and this rather cute little site will tell you your ideal job.  Me?  I'm hangin' with Will Smith as an Alien Investigator.  Found on J-Walk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109042399023998184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109042399023998184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109042399023998184' title='Job Predictor'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109042076352258410</id><published>2004-07-21T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T07:42:11.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Promising Future</title><summary type='text'>It was 20 years ago today....... that Tony Bliar Blair became leader of The Labour Party. I was thrilled, as I thought him the most sane and rational politician I had ever met. Working in Local Government politics, I'd met a lot. I'd also worked with his wife on a number of Special Educational Needs appeals - she was a barrister. Nasty lady - I could never see how St. Tony would find her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109042076352258410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109042076352258410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109042076352258410' title='A Promising Future'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109033114947928304</id><published>2004-07-20T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T06:45:49.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dormez Vous?</title><summary type='text'>Here at work our HR representative's last name is Lamattina.  I call him Sonny.  It took him a long time to figure it out, but when he finally did he started calling me Brother John.  Outside of the odd Quebeqois in the office (and they are odd) no one else gets it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109033114947928304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109033114947928304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109033114947928304' title='Dormez Vous?'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109024868063514372</id><published>2004-07-19T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T08:52:23.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday July 19th 1993</title><summary type='text'>Way back in 1993 and it was another Monday, July 19th . I was living at 46 Queens Gate Terrace, Kensington. It was a bit of a strange flat. Tony &amp; I shared a room, but Tony was rarely present. Max &amp; Desiree were in the master bedroom, and Dave &amp; Sean slept in the living room. Palatial accommodation, really. Max ran the place with military efficiency - which was odd coming from a peacenick draft </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109024868063514372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109024868063514372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109024868063514372' title='Monday July 19th 1993'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-109024683264139434</id><published>2004-07-19T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T07:20:32.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Paul Foot</title><summary type='text'>He didn't always get it right, and sometimes was a little too paranoid,  but even paranoids have enemies, right?  I shall miss his good work in Private Eye.  A tribute by a like-minded free thinker - John Pilger - is at The Grauniad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109024683264139434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/109024683264139434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109024683264139434' title='RIP Paul Foot'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108933886496509362</id><published>2004-07-08T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T19:09:41.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing Time</title><summary type='text'>So stack those chairs up on those tablesand stack those empties up on that bar,and count your money, Lord, and count my money,and hear those bottles ring, you know where you are.Closing timeUnplug them peopleAnd send them homeIt's closing time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108933886496509362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108933886496509362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108933886496509362' title='Closing Time'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108929516019916762</id><published>2004-07-08T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T06:59:20.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Goes The Boot Room</title><summary type='text'>Hidden away in a Grauniad article about some English Under 21 Coach or other (actually the well respected Peter Taylor) is a mention that the great Sammy Lee is to join the England coaching staff on a permanent basis and will be leaving Liverpool FC.  Thus the continuity of former players in the boot room since the days of Bill Shankly is finally broken.  Given the last 14 years of relative </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108929516019916762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108929516019916762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108929516019916762' title='There Goes The Boot Room'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108920901183091844</id><published>2004-07-07T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T07:03:31.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dewey Defeats Truman.....Again!</title><summary type='text'>I'm sure this is all over the Web today, but I just hate Murdoch's New York Post so much, I felt I had to add my tuppence.  No doubt you will recall the blunder by the Chicago Daily Tribune (as it then was) in declaring  victory in the 1948 Election.Well The Post, and most other Right-leaning newspapers have taken so much delight recently at the difficulties of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108920901183091844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108920901183091844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108920901183091844' title='Dewey Defeats Truman.....Again!'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108877636329374807</id><published>2004-07-02T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T06:53:52.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Greetings</title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday to the keeper of the polyglot monkeys today.  Many happy returns of the day.Not much blogging being done these days - just too frickin busy at work.  Must do better.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108877636329374807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108877636329374807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108877636329374807' title='Birthday Greetings'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108801889877981149</id><published>2004-06-23T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T12:28:18.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoring Throngs</title><summary type='text'>No - check the spelling - I'm not on about Thong Week or even The Year of The Thong.Adoring Throngs is the headline of the article in the New York Times online version today.  The article mentioned the crowds lined up at the Barnes &amp; Noble bookstore at Rockefeller Center. I was walking through Rockefeller Center the other day, and a line was already developing.  Usually there are a bunch of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108801889877981149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108801889877981149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108801889877981149' title='Adoring Throngs'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108708916893083651</id><published>2004-06-12T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T18:12:48.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cricket Test</title><summary type='text'>I never passed Norman Tebbitt's Cricket Test - probably because Oireland never had a 1st class cricket side (that I'm aware of).But I always grudgingly supported the England footie team in major championships when they weren't coming up against us.  Tomorrow, I'd be delighted if they beat France, and I honestly believe that they have a chance.  The French tem is getting on a bit - and their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108708916893083651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108708916893083651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108708916893083651' title='The Cricket Test'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108697492735433714</id><published>2004-06-11T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T10:28:47.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ray Charles RIP </title><summary type='text'>The New York Stock Exchange has a holiday today, in horour of the death of Ronald Reagan, so I'm not at work.  I've just learned that Ray Charles has died at age 73, and I feel its far more fitting that I take a day of for that reason.The name of this blog is influenced by Ray's version of the old blues classic.Tell me who's that writin',John the Revelator.Tell me who's that writin',John </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108697492735433714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108697492735433714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108697492735433714' title='Ray Charles RIP '/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108670693963916066</id><published>2004-06-08T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T08:02:19.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A boy of many postponements</title><summary type='text'>Unfortunately, poor JP3 spent yesterday laid up breathing into a frickin' nebuliser - Birthday postponed until he can go outside and play with his new soccer ball and net.  He was really struggling to breathe on Monday morning, so we took him in to the medical center for treatment.  He's only 3 and he's had 2 of his birthdays postponed already.  the first one was when Jimmy died.Not only that, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108670693963916066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108670693963916066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108670693963916066' title='A boy of many postponements'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-10863633463430730</id><published>2004-06-07T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T10:50:02.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Johnny!</title><summary type='text'>Happy 3rd birthday today to the bestest, smiliest, wonderfullest, beautifulest, goofiest, smartest, lovingest baby boy that I have ever laid my eyes upon.Up-adEE-doh!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/10863633463430730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/10863633463430730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#10863633463430730' title='Happy Birthday Johnny!'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108636315784026775</id><published>2004-06-06T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T10:50:30.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6th of June 2002</title><summary type='text'>Today is the 2nd anniversary of Jimmy Rogers, who died peacefully in his sleep.  He was an ex-cop, an old Navy man and a WW2 buff. Politically, we disagreed on just about everything, but we played a mean game of golf together. He would have found it ironic that he died on D-Day.RIP</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108636315784026775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108636315784026775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108636315784026775' title='6th of June 2002'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108636297040575215</id><published>2004-06-06T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T10:50:57.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6th of June 1944</title><summary type='text'>Soldiers, Sailors and Airmen of the Allied Expeditionary Force!You are about to embark upon the Great Crusade, toward which we havestriven these many months. The eyes of liberty loving people everywheremarch with you. In company with our brave Allies and brothers in arms onother Fronts, you will bring about the destruction of the German warmachine, the elimination of Nazi tyranny over the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108636297040575215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108636297040575215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108636297040575215' title='6th of June 1944'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108636241769426924</id><published>2004-06-06T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T10:51:17.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6th of June 1944</title><summary type='text'>In the early hours of the morning, Georgette Fortin, a young toddler, ran our of her house near the Barquette Locks.  These locks had been seized by paratroopers from the 101st Airborne - control of the locks was vital, as they controlled the water levels in the marshy fields just inland from Utah and Omaha beaches.  The Germans had flooded the fields in the past weeks in advance of the invasion,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108636241769426924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108636241769426924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108636241769426924' title='6th of June 1944'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108648641991023985</id><published>2004-06-05T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T18:46:59.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lt. THOMAS MEHAN</title><summary type='text'>The Channel coast is socked in wth rain and fog.....NO JUMP TONIGHT!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108648641991023985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108648641991023985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108648641991023985' title='Lt. THOMAS MEHAN'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108635326578507845</id><published>2004-06-04T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T05:47:45.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome, Wing Commander!</title><summary type='text'>Or is it Group Captain now?  I can't recall.  Anyhow, I'm glad you found the Blog.Now I'll have to go through all previous posts and delete any references to that pain in the arse I used to work with.....Just kidding - don't sick The Redgraves or Gareth Pierce on me, though.Hey - why not start your own?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108635326578507845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108635326578507845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108635326578507845' title='Welcome, Wing Commander!'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108558955486451880</id><published>2004-05-26T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T06:06:33.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26th of May 1989</title><summary type='text'>It was the 26th of May 1989.  I was living with Dee in Dublin, attending what is now the Smurfit School of Business at UCD.Ciaran Mac and Bernie were moving in to a new flat down in Mounttown, near Dunlaoighre, from their old place which was just down the road from us.  Ken Fox and I had undertaken to help them move in.  With 2 cars, we figured we'd be done in no time.  Also, I recall Kevo was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108558955486451880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108558955486451880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108558955486451880' title='26th of May 1989'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108535234063784653</id><published>2004-05-23T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T10:05:22.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gitmo</title><summary type='text'>A press release from my former colleague, The Wing Commander, follows.  Interesting stuff.  He's the contact on the press release, as well as the author and chief instigator in all of this.  Reproduced with permissionNote to Editors  14th May 2004Mother of British resident detained at Guantanamo Bay speaks outIn the powerfully argued article-attached, Mrs Jahida Sayyadi, the mother of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108535234063784653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108535234063784653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108535234063784653' title='Gitmo'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108534192619031469</id><published>2004-05-23T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T12:52:06.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beers on Deck</title><summary type='text'>I still dislike the new Blogger interface quite intensely, and this nmay be one of the reasons, apart from laziness, that I haven't been posting a lot recently.  No promises that this is going to change, though.  But today, I'nm on the deck out back, in 80 Fahrenheit heat and humidity, watching Johnny and Maggie play in the wading pool.  I'm having the odd Spirit of St Louis, of course.You just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108534192619031469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108534192619031469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108534192619031469' title='Beers on Deck'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108419630038889647</id><published>2004-05-10T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T06:38:20.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Blogversary </title><summary type='text'>Getting through the dense, appalling new "look" of Blogger today, to spot a note to self....2nd Blogversary of Letting Loose with the LeptardFor indeed it is two years since the Polyglot Monkeys invented a character called "Brendan" and a fictitious location "Galway", and added some real-life characters (a Leptard, Winnie the Puke, Punklet et al) and threw them all together into a Blog.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108419630038889647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108419630038889647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108419630038889647' title='Happy Blogversary '/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108359738459051241</id><published>2004-05-03T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T08:20:37.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while</title><summary type='text'>I've just been knuckling under at work lately, so not a lot of blogging.  There's been a bunch of management changes, and opportunities for promotions etc, that are still going on, so watch this space.  Once of them may require relocation to the Land of Molson, but it's a long shot.Anywhoo - in the run up to the November elections, the temperature is heating up, and the number of fw: fw: fw: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108359738459051241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108359738459051241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108359738459051241' title='Been a while'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-1082989209413094</id><published>2004-04-26T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T07:26:10.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebutting a conspiracy theory about September 11th.  Or not.</title><summary type='text'>This is a great post on metafilterNice piece of logic.  Gettin' scary over here.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/1082989209413094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/1082989209413094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#1082989209413094' title='Rebutting a conspiracy theory about September 11th.  Or not.'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108204227888704550</id><published>2004-04-15T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T08:21:56.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 15th 1989</title><summary type='text'>Today is the 15 anniversary of the Hillsborough disaster.  The tragedy touched me deeply, as I watched it unfold on television with my dad he pointed out the people who were dead and dying. Rest in peace. I'm off tonight to start the 2 day wake for Jimmy Farrell, followed by the funeral on Saturday.  A sad, sad time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108204227888704550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108204227888704550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108204227888704550' title='April 15th 1989'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108195157656908926</id><published>2004-04-14T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T07:10:13.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>James Farrell</title><summary type='text'>RIP James Farrell, T's 37 year old cousin who died suddenly yesterday.  He was a nice guy, a little geeky, who sent me one of my first emails back in 1995.  He will be sadly missed.JD</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108195157656908926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108195157656908926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108195157656908926' title='James Farrell'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108188224956306929</id><published>2004-04-13T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T11:55:43.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><summary type='text'>Well, I haven't blogged for a while - just lazy really.I never got to see Victor - though that's still very much in the plans - He's out of intensive care all right, but apparently not well enough to see visitors.  I hope he's not too badly burned.My mate Danny came over from London for a visit - his first trip to NYC since T and I got married almost exaclty 6 years ago.  Danny was the life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108188224956306929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108188224956306929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108188224956306929' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108095829891552558</id><published>2004-04-02T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T18:15:19.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory</title><summary type='text'>For most of last week I was in Toronto, which isn't really a shock.  At least this time I had made arrangements to hang out with some people I knew from years ago in NY.  So off I went to meet up with these guys from a consultancy firm we used to use back when I was at DB.  I got some very bad news about a mutual friend, Victor, who I worked with a few years ago.  Apparently on Christmas Day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108095829891552558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108095829891552558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108095829891552558' title='Victory'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108093186109659661</id><published>2004-04-02T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T10:55:12.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever the Sinner</title><summary type='text'>Y'see, I just can't bring myself to wish the Arse well.  So United it is again this weekend - this time in the FA Cup.Still, it won't be long until I'll be seeing my very own Liverpool game - well late July actually.  They're playing Celtic in a pre-season friendly up in Greenwich, Connecticut which is about half an hours drive from me.  Much excitement!  Two $65 tickets are winging their way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108093186109659661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108093186109659661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108093186109659661' title='Ever the Sinner'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108050001953911404</id><published>2004-03-28T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T10:57:46.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless Me Father, For I Have Sinned</title><summary type='text'>I have never voted conservative or republican, never will.  But today I sort of feel like I have.I'm a Liverpool fan, have a healthy respect for Man Utd, and don't quite hate them like a lot of others, but I certainly see their faults.  I would never actually support them, though.  Or so I thought.Years ago - I think it was the '87-'88 season, my beloved Liverpool matched a record set by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108050001953911404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108050001953911404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108050001953911404' title='Bless Me Father, For I Have Sinned'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108032231269495550</id><published>2004-03-26T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T09:35:23.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oyster Bar Strike</title><summary type='text'>Good news, the strike is over.  This place was one of my regular haunts, real good food and wine.  Needless to say, I haven't crossed the picket line in the last 4 months.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108032231269495550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108032231269495550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108032231269495550' title='The Oyster Bar Strike'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108031653326692027</id><published>2004-03-26T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T07:59:03.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs Skin Comes To Town</title><summary type='text'>Yup - tonite 'er Indoors is coming in to the Irish Pub to meet and greet the usual suspects, hang out in the window seats and offer rude remarks to girls passing by.  Well, some of that stuff anyway.Once again we're using the hotel points racked up on my constant travels to stay at the W Hotel Times Square.  Mother in Law (Ma-Ma to JP3) is doing the babysitting.  T's brother and his wife are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108031653326692027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108031653326692027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108031653326692027' title='Mrs Skin Comes To Town'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-10801544526900781</id><published>2004-03-24T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T10:57:40.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>60º</title><summary type='text'>Back down south again, and its a balmy 60ºF outside.  Now I know why birds fly south during the winter. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/10801544526900781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/10801544526900781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#10801544526900781' title='60º'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108014881225521006</id><published>2004-03-24T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T09:24:12.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it Commie! One Nation UNDER GOD!  Come on! Say it!</title><summary type='text'>In future, being an enthusiastic non-believer, on the rare occasions where I'll be amongst a crowd of people pledgingplegeance I'll say "One nation, under Canada" and see how they like it. Link</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108014881225521006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108014881225521006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108014881225521006' title='Say it Commie! One Nation UNDER GOD!  Come on! Say it!'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108009839524782193</id><published>2004-03-23T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T19:25:26.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, and since you ask.</title><summary type='text'>Toronto was FUCKING COLD these last few days.  Not fair if you've just got used to spring a mere couple of hundred miles south. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108009839524782193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108009839524782193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108009839524782193' title='Oh, and since you ask.'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-108009824069367666</id><published>2004-03-23T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T19:20:47.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome...</title><summary type='text'>To Sharon and Steve's baby girl, born today before she could be induced, a big happy welcome.  Fingers, Toes, Buttons and Bows are all well.  As is Mom.I'm not too sure about Dad, though.  He still has an ambition of producing a Yorkshire-born male heir to spin-bowl for the People's Republic.  Last I talked to Shaz, that's not now going to happen.  Perhaps a pairing of the Blessington Babes at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108009824069367666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/108009824069367666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108009824069367666' title='Wilkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome...'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107990436869233787</id><published>2004-03-21T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T13:29:32.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rummy</title><summary type='text'>Damn, but this is accurate!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107990436869233787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107990436869233787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107990436869233787' title='Rummy'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107978929736371903</id><published>2004-03-20T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T05:31:39.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gazza</title><summary type='text'>Dude - belated happy birthday!Sorry fir missing it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107978929736371903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107978929736371903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107978929736371903' title='Gazza'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107878053180461168</id><published>2004-03-08T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T13:18:37.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Pub in Dubbelin</title><summary type='text'>The http://www.p45.net/virtualhangover/stagshead.jpg"&gt;Stag's Head, Dame LaneI stumbled across this via a few Irish Comedy Blogs.  It was just nice to see the inside of the Aul place again.  Many a pint and toasted cheese sangwich have been had here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107878053180461168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107878053180461168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107878053180461168' title='Favorite Pub in Dubbelin'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107875456030018832</id><published>2004-03-08T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T06:12:26.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footie Quote</title><summary type='text'>The Guardian, reporting on Celtic's win over Rangers, (yay!) came up with this gem of a sentence."That 28th goal of a final memorable season for Larsson confirmed match No73 at Parkhead without defeat for Celtic and put them into the last four along with Dunfermline, Inverness Caley Thistle - who had famously won 3-1 at Parkhead against John Barnes's Celtic team in February 2000 and repeated </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107875456030018832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107875456030018832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107875456030018832' title='Footie Quote'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107840977308675274</id><published>2004-03-04T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T08:14:00.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking The Meter</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I referred to the necessity to leave the fine premises of The Irish Pub for the purposes of having a cigarette outside.  Of course, this is a recent issue, in that the smoking ban only arrived in New York late last summer.  However, we few regulars at "The Irish" are well used to the practice.  Timmy Belushi, Bob The Crane, Bernie Three Beers and others have often been seen nipping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107840977308675274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107840977308675274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840977308675274' title='Checking The Meter'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107834205223979451</id><published>2004-03-03T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T11:36:42.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch</title><summary type='text'>Every once in a while, I'm mistakenly included on emails amongst the Bank's Call Center Team, based in Regina,  Saskatchewan.They seem like a nice bunch, so I usually send them a friendly reminder that I'm not the guy they are looking for.  One time, the email was from one of the team members trying to get orders for a Pizza delivery, other times its Ra Ra stuff from management (see Office </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107834205223979451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107834205223979451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107834205223979451' title='Lunch'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107833524430667008</id><published>2004-03-03T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T09:52:44.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And then three of them come along at once.</title><summary type='text'>Springtime has arrived in New York City, and not before time too.  Sheesh, that was a cold one!I didn't mind the snow - it was nowhere near as much as last year, but the arctic temperatures throughout January and February* were something else.Not only that, but some dipstick on my train back in early February mistook my aged, large, non fur-lined brown leather jacket for his brand new, not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107833524430667008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107833524430667008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107833524430667008' title='And then three of them come along at once.'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107833386027823258</id><published>2004-03-03T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T09:13:59.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Stevie Tune</title><summary type='text'>The finest Chef in Co. Wicklow turns..... well, I don't know how old he is today.Late '30s anyway.So Happy Birthday Steve, and good luck with the pending arrival.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107833386027823258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107833386027823258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107833386027823258' title='Happy Birthday Stevie Tune'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107833372626432009</id><published>2004-03-03T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T09:11:45.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And He's Back....</title><summary type='text'>With a typical non-entity of a post.Except for........(see above)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107833372626432009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107833372626432009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107833372626432009' title='And He&apos;s Back....'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107703340011572558</id><published>2004-02-17T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T08:03:44.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non Blogging</title><summary type='text'>I've not been blogging much lately due to an overabundance of work.  I had thought that changing the site, and starting over with a new theme might re-invigorate the blogging, but it hasn't really happened.  This is just ErasersEdge all over again, with different formatting.I'll pause awhile.  And re-evaluate what it is I want to do here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107703340011572558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107703340011572558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107703340011572558' title='Non Blogging'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107673248961092446</id><published>2004-02-13T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T08:01:35.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day Quote</title><summary type='text'>Trying to figure out how many ways you can fuck one person is like solving a moist, wet Rubik's Cube.I have NEVER solved a rubik's cube.  What chance have I?Now that was a great link, courtesy of ErosBlog which I found via Volume 22G'night, G'bless and Gomorrah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107673248961092446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107673248961092446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107673248961092446' title='Valentines Day Quote'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107670504008717260</id><published>2004-02-13T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T12:46:32.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google bans environmental group’s ads</title><summary type='text'>So lets googlehack it!Link Oceana to Cruise VacationsMSNBC story here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107670504008717260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107670504008717260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107670504008717260' title='Google bans environmental group’s ads'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107635063369795854</id><published>2004-02-09T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T10:19:40.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bride of the Son of the Occasional Lunchtime Fortune Cookie Post</title><summary type='text'>"Your destiny lies before you.  Choose wisely."So that's alright, then.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107635063369795854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107635063369795854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107635063369795854' title='Bride of the Son of the Occasional Lunchtime Fortune Cookie Post'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107608808822442754</id><published>2004-02-06T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T13:56:33.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technicity</title><summary type='text'>In the last week or so it appears I've gone nuts on the Tehnology front.  *I've installed my new wireless network at home - the roving laptop is great craic.  The equipment was a kind present for my 40th birthday.* Scavenged a second 17-inch flat screen monitor for my office at work.  Having dual screens is all the rage at the office these days, what with all the unused equipment lying around.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107608808822442754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107608808822442754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107608808822442754' title='Technicity'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107599862775688646</id><published>2004-02-05T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T08:32:49.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules for Being a Republican</title><summary type='text'>It's about time somebody set these out in writing.  they can't just let anybody into the GOP now, can they?LinkVia lyingsocialistweasels</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107599862775688646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107599862775688646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107599862775688646' title='Rules for Being a Republican'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107591629372775038</id><published>2004-02-04T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T09:40:33.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of the Prude</title><summary type='text'>OK, lets get back to the Janet Jackson thing.  Now, don't get me wrong, as I sat watching the superbowl halftime show, the only emotion other than boredom that I experienced was a vague notion that the show would alienate most of the audience.  So Janet non-flashes a breast with a little star where the nipple should be.  So what?  And as the Brother has said, the bulk of what was flashed was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107591629372775038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107591629372775038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107591629372775038' title='Land of the Prude'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107590764123759699</id><published>2004-02-04T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T07:21:34.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patty Hearst</title><summary type='text'>30 years ago today, Patricia Hearst was kidnapped.  Here's how The Guardian reported it.As a wee child growing up in Chicago, I remember being on the lookout for the missing Watergate Tapes and Patty Hearst.  Hey, you never knew - either could have turned up in Rogers Park, Chicago.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107590764123759699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107590764123759699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107590764123759699' title='Patty Hearst'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107573534519591156</id><published>2004-02-02T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T07:24:42.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ships Coming In....</title><summary type='text'>Despite the iced-over Hudson River, my ship has come in.You see, much like my evil twin, Erasers Edge did back in December, I've just won a substantial amount of spondulii on the old Gridiron.  With the winnings from Mid December safely in pocket (well, er...you see...I stole it from him.  Yeah.  That's the ticket, stole it.) I placed a cool $50 Yankee Dollars on the Superbowl pool in the Irish</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107573534519591156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107573534519591156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107573534519591156' title='Ships Coming In....'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107548997190595814</id><published>2004-01-30T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T11:16:16.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books I've read</title><summary type='text'>By way of Johnny BacardiOnes I've read are in bold.  Wow.  I didn't think I'd get that many at first glance.  Not many of these have been any time recently, however.  1984, George OrwellThe Alchemist, Paulo CoelhoAlice's Adventures In Wonderland, Lewis CarrollAnimal Farm, George OrwellAnna Karenina, Leo TolstoyAnne Of Green Gables, LM MontgomeryArtemis Fowl, Eoin ColferThe BFG, Roald </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107548997190595814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107548997190595814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107548997190595814' title='Books I&apos;ve read'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107548807616590200</id><published>2004-01-30T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T07:55:10.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of the Son of the Occasional Lunchtime Fortune Cookie Post</title><summary type='text'>"You are born with Grace and Beauty"Yeah, right.  Just tell me who is going to win the Superbowl next Sunday, will ya?Perhaps I should take guidance from Johnny B on this one.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107548807616590200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107548807616590200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107548807616590200' title='The Return of the Son of the Occasional Lunchtime Fortune Cookie Post'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107547651370324230</id><published>2004-01-30T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T07:30:46.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It just keeps getting better</title><summary type='text'>The New York Times has an article about my employers.  And they say no publicity is bad...On a happier note, I arrived at the building yesterday to be told there'd been an electrical fire in the basement and the building was shut down.  As seems to be more and more frequent these days, we activiated out Disaster Recovery strategy, moved traders to our other building, and resumed operations from</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107547651370324230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107547651370324230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107547651370324230' title='It just keeps getting better'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107530862762473811</id><published>2004-01-28T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T08:58:03.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland</title><summary type='text'>Having spent the last 3 days snowbound in Toronto, I'm now trying to get back to the mere scattering of powder in New York - only a foot of the stuff.Trudging through un-plowed sidewalks 2 feet deep in the white stuff is not my idea of civilization.  This is the land of the 2-block taxi ride, underground malls that connect most of the city center, subways that stop every block, and galoshes and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107530862762473811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107530862762473811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107530862762473811' title='Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107487890500462636</id><published>2004-01-23T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T09:37:24.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend at Bernie's</title><summary type='text'>No, not the film - though I did catch a re-run of it last week - Andrew MrCarthy's finest hour, imho.No, what I'm really referring to up there in the title is the fact that this weekend The Missus, 'Er Indoors, The Other Half, you know..The Wife is taking a break from the kiddies and I get to come along too.  While we're not actually going to Bernie's, he will certainly be part of the deal.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107487890500462636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107487890500462636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107487890500462636' title='A Weekend at Bernie&apos;s'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107470816277488396</id><published>2004-01-21T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T10:04:44.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Son of The Occasional Lunchtime Fortune Cookie Post</title><summary type='text'>And today's wisdom is....He who expects no gratitude shall never be disappointed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107470816277488396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107470816277488396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107470816277488396' title='Son of The Occasional Lunchtime Fortune Cookie Post'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107469997840128048</id><published>2004-01-21T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T09:46:20.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Babü</title><summary type='text'>This time of year seems full of birthdays.  Every morning, young JP3 asks for birthday cake.  He's had his Dad's, his cousin Eddie, his Uncle Eddie, his Grandma, and now, today, it's the turn of his baby sister Babü.Today is the first birthday (or second, if you're one of those folk who waited until 2001 to celebrate the millenium) of my beautiful baby girl, Maggie, otherwise known as Margaret </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107469997840128048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107469997840128048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107469997840128048' title='Happy Birthday Babü'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107474364010994076</id><published>2004-01-20T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T19:56:01.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lest we forget</title><summary type='text'>Today is the 62nd anniversary of the Wansee Conference.  "The Final Solution to The Jewish Question" was the only agenda item.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107474364010994076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107474364010994076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107474364010994076' title='Lest we forget'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107461722292142071</id><published>2004-01-20T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T08:49:02.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Sell-Off</title><summary type='text'>Our new building at 300 Madison isn't going to be ours after all.  Well, we're still going to have the bottom 8 floors, and I get a say in who sits where (corner office for me, anyone?) but it's not really going to be our building anymore.  One thing's for sure - we're definitely not going back to our old building down town.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107461722292142071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107461722292142071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107461722292142071' title='The Great Sell-Off'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107461513473615935</id><published>2004-01-20T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T08:14:14.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Notes and Birthday Cards</title><summary type='text'>Just returned from illness - I even had a nice little relapse on Monday, just to make sure I didn't enjoy the Martin Luther King inspired day off.  Happy Birthday today to Cameron McKenzie.  Not quite as old as me, but getting there.  38 I think?  In any case, with the recent addition to the world of his daughter Alicia Louse, he'll be feeling old right about now anyway.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107461513473615935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107461513473615935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107461513473615935' title='Sick Notes and Birthday Cards'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107439008880998046</id><published>2004-01-17T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T17:43:24.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh.  And I'm 40</title><summary type='text'>I was too sick to blog at the time, but I share a birthday with Martin Luther King, Jr.  Only I get to catch up on him every January 15th.   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107439008880998046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107439008880998046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107439008880998046' title='Oh.  And I&apos;m 40'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107438813637019025</id><published>2004-01-17T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T17:41:00.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footie, Fillums, The Garjian.. you know, stuff like that</title><summary type='text'>You've got to admit it, The Guardian has it all.  In The Knowledge - which is sort of like a Notes &amp; Queries for footie fans only, there's a whole bunch of stuff linking those two monsters of The Rock - Les Beat-alles and Voici Tap Spinallement - with the great game.  There's even a link to a picture of McPaul wearing a Pooliver rosette, la. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107438813637019025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107438813637019025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107438813637019025' title='Footie, Fillums, The Garjian.. you know, stuff like that'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107409977150508021</id><published>2004-01-14T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T09:04:43.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brass Monkey Weather</title><summary type='text'>All sorts of dire warnings about the coming cold weather and wind-chills in the danger zones have me fondly remembering last Thrusday night in Toronto.  Apparently, New York is in for some of the same medicine.Brass Monkeys, apparently, were the little pyramid shaped thingys that used to hold spare cannon balls back in the day when such things were necessary.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107409977150508021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107409977150508021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107409977150508021' title='Brass Monkey Weather'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107393814937474809</id><published>2004-01-12T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T12:14:29.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrabble Score</title><summary type='text'>My Scrabble Score is: 32, not too shabby, eh?via J-Walk, Metafilter,  and countless other places.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107393814937474809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107393814937474809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107393814937474809' title='Scrabble Score'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107392832632072755</id><published>2004-01-12T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T18:54:43.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrr!</title><summary type='text'>Just for the record.  I was in the coldest major city on the continent on Thursday night.  Yup.  Toronto, which normally has weather similar to NYC (well, maybe just a teenchy bit more snow on average) was at -30C late on Thursday night, as I was stumbling home from a late, er.. meeting at 1:30am.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107392832632072755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107392832632072755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107392832632072755' title='Brrr!'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107342528794966940</id><published>2004-01-07T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T08:43:26.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Predictions for 2004</title><summary type='text'>First things first - FootballAs much as it hurts, Arsenal will do another double.  Chelski will come second in the league, followed by Man Utd and, wait for it...Charlton.  Houlier will get the sack, as will Ranieri, to the shock of no-one.Politics - Livingstone will be re-elected Mayor in London, Bush &amp; Cheney will win the 2004 US election by a decent margin, though Cheney won't see out the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107342528794966940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107342528794966940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107342528794966940' title='Predictions for 2004'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107342282116639507</id><published>2004-01-06T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T13:00:40.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Other Blog is a Porsche</title><summary type='text'>Actually, I toyed with the idea of creating a blog with just that title.  In fact I did create it, but deleted it when I realised that old EE is more of a Ford Focus really.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107342282116639507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107342282116639507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107342282116639507' title='My Other Blog is a Porsche'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107342164262955382</id><published>2004-01-06T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T12:41:01.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Brothers</title><summary type='text'>Oh, and I see that The Brother has been linked to by J-Walk.  A rare honor indeed, as we see here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107342164262955382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5923818/posts/default/107342164262955382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therevelator.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107342164262955382' title='Blogging Brothers'/><author><name>John The Revelator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09899184873690691961</uri><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-5923818.post-107342014246138189</id><published>2004-01-06T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T12:16:01.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Young One's Character Are You?</title><summary type='text'>You are Mike. The smoothie of the crew. You make upfor style what you lack in height. You knoweveryone and always find a way out of doing anyactual work. 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