<?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-6166284</id><updated>2011-07-14T14:26:30.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Dark Things</title><subtitle type='html'>As fun as a monkey made of barrels.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166284.post-109884187166840935</id><published>2004-10-26T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T18:51:11.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Balance I've been in a torpor lately.  But I've also been involved in a lot of activity ... I suppose the two are able to coexist.  I haven't been posting much, for what reasons I can't tell, exactly.  I've fallen into a bit of complacency, letting things slide that I should be taking care of, lazing about instead of doing things, purposefully loosing interest in my hobbies.  But as if to fill</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/109884187166840935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/109884187166840935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109884187166840935' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-109837046522645716</id><published>2004-10-21T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T07:55:27.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jon StewartI caught Jon Stewart of Daily Show fame on CNNs  Crossfire yesterday and finally confirmed what I think I see going on over at Comedy Central.  He was supposed to be on to talk about his new book, but instead began slamming Begala and Carlson for hurting America with their complacent use of spin and catering to the politicians that come on their show.  My favorite line was after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/109837046522645716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/109837046522645716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109837046522645716' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-109674886586910155</id><published>2004-10-02T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T13:27:45.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn, I know it's been a while - BUT - I have good reasons.  First off, I go home on leave, and I find myself doing hardly any of the things I had promised myself I would, like getting up with a whole buncha people for one.  Then, I get back from leave and I should have been getting started moving to Atlanta... EXCEPT it turns out I'm not going to Atlanta, I'm going to Qatar.  Yeah it's in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/109674886586910155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/109674886586910155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109674886586910155' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-109517538975265708</id><published>2004-09-14T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T08:23:09.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As seen on the TeeVeeYup, I get to make my television debut soon.  Ever look at FoodTV?  If you have an interest in food its a good thing, if not the channel most likely doesnt even exist for you...It seems that a woman down in Lower Slower owns a chestnut farm and has been tapped to get a half hour show about her chestnuts and she has chosen my restaurant to hold the filmed luncheon at.  So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/109517538975265708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/109517538975265708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109517538975265708' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-109373537373232325</id><published>2004-08-28T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T16:22:53.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> So begins the sibilant world death knell I downloaded the new Exorcist the other night, it's a fairly low quality TS cam although the audio is decent enough.  So today I crawl out of bed at about 3pm or so( partook in a "gathering" last night) and fire it up.  What I ended up with was an overall feeling of unease, distant fear, and an appreciation for the virtues of Christianity.  I think it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/109373537373232325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/109373537373232325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109373537373232325' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-109344626200401881</id><published>2004-08-25T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T08:04:22.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Asleep by DawnA couple of months ago I was lucky enough to get to see Skinny Puppy as presented by a group called Asleep by Dawn.  I assume they harvested my credit card information and, being a promotion group, sent me a magazine full of information related to the show that I had gone to see.  Usually this stuff is a waste of time/space, but this one was at least good for a couple of articles.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/109344626200401881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/109344626200401881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109344626200401881' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-109339959822457217</id><published>2004-08-24T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T19:14:35.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People laugh at me when I say I like .... cradle of filth. Hell, I even laugh at myself. I mean; look at 'em - I'm not even convinced they're in on their own joke. They seem really serious - sorta like Laibach instead of more like Gwar. The music isn't even what I'm down with, it's too ... "metal". Having said all that though, these motherfuckers can write some bad-ass lyrics! I can't get enough </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/109339959822457217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/109339959822457217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109339959822457217' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-109328462618712402</id><published>2004-08-23T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T11:10:26.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is Comfort Treachery?After Chris' comments about not immediately warming to the newest Chemlab offering, I decided to spend a little time with the CD and realized that it had been missing for a couple of months...I guess I hadn't quite warmed to it  either.I remember a conversation we had not too long after East Side Militia came out about some of the lyrics sounding like the overwhelming drug</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/109328462618712402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/109328462618712402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109328462618712402' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-109261449180615219</id><published>2004-08-15T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T17:07:02.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Circle of Snakes I picked up Danzig's new CD a few days ago, and it's actually pretty damn good. Well, apparently the CD isn't actually released yet(Aug 31st); but you know how music pirates do things. In my defense, I'm probably at a 1:1 ratio these days on the buy:pirate ratio. Anyway, it really reminds me of his old stuff he did with danzig - with more synth thrown in, and more grindcore. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/109261449180615219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/109261449180615219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109261449180615219' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-109218897775668847</id><published>2004-08-10T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T18:49:37.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Social D ..http://www.billboard.com/bb/daily/article_display.jsp?vnu_content_id=1000604202 NIN..http://www.billboard.com/bb/daily/article_display.jsp?vnu_content_id=1000507555 Interesting indeed.  Mike Ness says they got Rancids bassist, and Trent has Dave Ghrol on some of the live drums .... I feel mostly neutral on both of those subjects.  Definately not good, but also not bad. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/109218897775668847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/109218897775668847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109218897775668847' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-109209400667995332</id><published>2004-08-09T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T16:26:46.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fscked Man, my internet conxion has been taking it in the ass for nearly as long as my feeble mind can remember (over a month easily) and it's really starting to wear me down. I just don't have the desire to post or research shit when my cablemodem is slower than dial-up. The only thing that's keeping me from A)lobbing a grenade into the office of the provider B)climbing the fence breaking in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/109209400667995332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/109209400667995332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109209400667995332' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-109119600513708767</id><published>2004-07-30T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T07:00:05.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recycled SamplesI was listening to track 6 off of Chemlab Suture yesterday and I heard something interesting.  The song was I Still Bleed and at 2 minutes, 4 seconds a loop started in the background that I can almost identify.  It sounds like a grating, whining kind of mechanical-friction sound with the ever-present distortion thrown on top of it.  I know that sound has shown up elsewhere, but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/109119600513708767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/109119600513708767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109119600513708767' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-108985266649715607</id><published>2004-07-14T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T17:51:06.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I could go on and on about how my paradoxical personality mixes like oil with water here.  Although the problem doesn't necessarily lie with the backwater - I never was a man entirely in grasp of his destiny.  I pretty much just ride the current like a Buddhist, although lacking the serenity and inner peace.  My entire life I've relied on people around me who are "igniters" people who initiate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108985266649715607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108985266649715607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108985266649715607' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-108916374962339247</id><published>2004-07-06T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T18:29:09.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a strange day when GG Allin gets a relevant mention in the mainstream press.  One of my favorite newspapers to check which way the wind is blowing is The Guardian.  The British seem to always have a slightly less biased view of American politics than do CNN or MSNBC.  Imagine my surprise, first, when I see an article about pro-Bush punk, and then, GG Allin is mentioned in a realistic way.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108916374962339247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108916374962339247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108916374962339247' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-108805265303341063</id><published>2004-06-23T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T21:50:53.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just got back from the Skinny Puppy show.  Wow.It was like a playlist of all of my favorite SP songs: God's Gift, Convulsion, Dig It, VX Gas Attack, Punk in a Park's Zoo, Killing Game...I do feel bad, though, because I've never been able to attach titles to songs so I can't come up with a decent playlist for you...maybe it's because of that lack of chorus' thing.Ogre did the singing.  He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108805265303341063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108805265303341063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108805265303341063' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-108799872900871417</id><published>2004-06-23T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T06:52:09.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>H2Have you seen any of the Hummer commercials?  Take your choice, whether it's the lack of a need for vehicles that large in city and urban settings, or if it's because the government bought thousands without realizing that the window is a perfect head shot for "insurgents" in Iraq, or if it's just because Arnold Schwarzenegger owns 6 of them, I Hate Hummers, but their ad guys are good.I just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108799872900871417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108799872900871417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108799872900871417' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-108795348713502778</id><published>2004-06-22T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T18:18:07.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ArmstockingsDo you remember those arm stockings you used to wear back in Newark?  I just saw this fat chick wearing a pair of Doc's with fishnets, a purple mini-skirt, a black mesh top and some black and red striped-made for the arms- hot topic thing.  It's stuff like that that irritate me.And your spats.  Remember them?  I hung out with a guy in Acme for about a half hour one day because he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108795348713502778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108795348713502778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108795348713502778' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-108771525526944781</id><published>2004-06-19T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T00:07:35.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been listening to the new SP for a while now, and I've come to the conclusion that I love it.  But before I get started, speaking of sampling their own works, check track 2, Pro-test, they loop in some effects they used on Love in Vein, from Last Rites.  Like I said, I like the new SP, but is it just me or is it noticeably less dark?  It seems closer to Ohgr to me than what I would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108771525526944781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108771525526944781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108771525526944781' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-108748055085269312</id><published>2004-06-17T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T06:55:50.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Scanner DarklyDid you ever read that Phillip K Dick novel?  At a time when I was eating way too much acid and reading a few Nietzsche books and Simulation and Simulacra I had taken a break and read A Scanner Darkly.Wow, just as twisted, turned in on itself, reformed and allowed to walk through society as anything I had ever read/experienced. By and Far my favorite PKD novel, A Scanner Darkly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108748055085269312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108748055085269312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108748055085269312' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-108655476674895035</id><published>2004-06-06T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T20:10:05.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm feeling pretty creative these days, but in the way of these things - I have no outlet for it really.  Well I take that back, I do; it's something more along the lines of subconscious sabotage.  There are those sharp moments - when the air is just right, or the chemicals in my brain are mixed in the right amounts, or any number of other small factors come into play to produce a brief period </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108655476674895035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108655476674895035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108655476674895035' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-108640076293073950</id><published>2004-06-04T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T18:59:22.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Twisted Coil of Misfiring SynapsesI decided that before I download any MP3's from a band called Twisted Coil I'd Google the name and see if I could find anything out about them and I came up with a link to a pretty cool column/blog.  It's called Twisted Coil of Misfiring Synapses.  The name is cool and the posts are sardonically funny.  There's even a section on Discordianism and Guerilla </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108640076293073950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108640076293073950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108640076293073950' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-108627537673846032</id><published>2004-06-03T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T08:11:32.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I find myself addicted to these damn Red Bull drinks.  It wouldn't be such a bad thing if they weren't 2 bucks a hit(yes, hit).  I think I could support a coke habit for around the same price as I pay for these things.  And the other problem is that I don't exactly get buzzed off just one, more like 2 or more.  Now I can drink a bottle of Mt. Dew and have a nice caffeine buzz, for less than half </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108627537673846032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108627537673846032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108627537673846032' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-108607164797876546</id><published>2004-05-31T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T23:34:07.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These shirts are actually cool.  I still haven't finished Quicksilver but this just reminded me so I think I'll pick it up again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108607164797876546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108607164797876546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108607164797876546' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-108603772597798865</id><published>2004-05-31T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T14:08:45.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just lookin' for somethingListening to the first track off of the new SP I suddenly noticed that there's a sample from NIN's Pretty Hate Machine!  If you listen to KMFDM Attak track 7, Superhero, there's a synth riff that forms the backbone to the beginning of Queen of Despair from Chemlab's Oxidizer.  I love to hear my favorite bands sample each other's sounds.Similar note; I was always upset</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108603772597798865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108603772597798865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108603772597798865' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-108597859989741372</id><published>2004-05-30T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T21:44:44.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DunnoSaw some movies recently that everyone else has probably seen, but I'm gonna talk about 'em anyway! so nya! First off was Donny Darko ... wow! Damn I loved that movie.  It was just so cool.  Second is Queen of the Damned, ya know I heard a lot of bad things about the movie, but I actually liked it.  I didn't get to see all of it, but I can't imagine that seeing all of it would change my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108597859989741372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108597859989741372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108597859989741372' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-108571353069993453</id><published>2004-05-27T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T20:05:30.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And a tour?Almost fell outta my chair when I saw this tour schedule.  the album is one thing, but a live show?  where are the vocals coming from?  I also read rumors that Danny Carey of Tool will be playing drums for them.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108571353069993453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108571353069993453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108571353069993453' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-1085710846027024</id><published>2004-05-27T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T19:20:46.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Greater Wrong of the RightThe voice of a man dead 9 years is the most incredible sound edited and remixed by two of the most influential electronic artists of all time.There's nothing I can say that can convey the impact this album has on me (and I'm sure any other Skinny Puppy fan).  It's not old skool Puppy, you can't miss the Download or the Ohgr in it, but it's Puppy pure and painfully</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/1085710846027024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/1085710846027024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#1085710846027024' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-108403567366039818</id><published>2004-05-08T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T10:07:03.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Comment? Ok, so the comment system only allows posts of 1k characters max, so I have to respond to your comment here, Greg. heh!Yeah, I kinda figured that you might not like Kill Bill.  I'm a big fan of Vol. 1 for reason that most aren't.  It's one big homage to things I like, kung-fu flicks, samurai movies, anime, spaghetti westerns, ect ect.  It's right down to the sound effects, to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108403567366039818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108403567366039818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108403567366039818' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-108379330010327644</id><published>2004-05-05T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T14:46:05.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not a whole lot going on right now, aside from news of Beat Takeshi's remake of Zatoichi coming to the states in a few months.  Yeah that's right, theatres.  I rant about Takeshi films at least once a month, and now someone whom I think is on the bleeding edge of pop culture has finally made it to a US theatrical release.  You may call me Oracle from now on.From his Bio on my link, he doesn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108379330010327644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108379330010327644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108379330010327644' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-108290959486796068</id><published>2004-04-25T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T09:17:45.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The BrideJust downloaded Kill Bill Vol 1's soundtrack yesterday.  It's fuckin awesome.  Bang Bang, the intro song by Nancy Sinatra is a masterpiece, it speaks volumes of what the movie was about, and I remember seeing the movie in the theatre thinking that I wanted the soundtrack just for that song.  It's morose, slow and ponderous - and the lyrics are haunting and powerful.  After hearing it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108290959486796068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108290959486796068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108290959486796068' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-108240242803409047</id><published>2004-04-19T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T12:24:31.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just picked up The Suffering from Midway and I have to say my first impression isn't the greatest.  The concept isn't too bad, the levels are pretty detailed and the creatures are pretty cool, too.  My problem is the controls.  It feels like a Midway game, it looks like a Midway game, but the camera isn't automatic and the controls are clumsy.  On top of that you have to aim which usually isn't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108240242803409047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108240242803409047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108240242803409047' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-108221753517692895</id><published>2004-04-17T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T09:02:56.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saw Kill Bill 2 last night, it was pretty swank.  It's quite different from the first movie; much less action, and a slower pace.  I'm hesitant to say this, but I think the first movie was better; maybe it was more my style.  But people always think less of sequels when they compare them to their predecessors, so that's why I'm reluctant to say that.  It had its own merit; I really enjoyed the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108221753517692895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108221753517692895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108221753517692895' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-108169662468416033</id><published>2004-04-11T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T08:20:57.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Downward Downward....Shores of Pluto!Nothing has ever been as satisfying for me as those first few times I ate acid and listened to Too Dark Park and slid into that terrifying world of Skinny Puppy soundscapes.So thoughts of that remind me of two things I found out yesterday: Next week is the anniversary of Swiss Chemist Albert Hoffman's first acid trip back in 1943, the other...well, I think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108169662468416033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108169662468416033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108169662468416033' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-108163374024615549</id><published>2004-04-10T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T17:29:13.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Moving Pictures Saw Boiling Point today; not the American film but the Japanese one(goes by 3-4x jugatsu in Japan).  Directed by Beat Takeshi(also has a non-starring role in the flick).  It's your typical minimalist JPN movie, interspersed with moments of over the top violence.  Takeshi is no stranger to putting violence in his movies and this one was no exception, it was made in 1990, but it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108163374024615549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108163374024615549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108163374024615549' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-108152354768157555</id><published>2004-04-09T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T08:17:59.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Due to the nature of my job I end up spending a lot of time fantasizing about owning my own restaurant, doing things the way I want to and all that kind of stuff.  Recently I've been researching restaurant design, and although I won't bore you with things like the concept of coordinating your hood fan to the size of you kitchen, I will share some pretty cool furniture designers.I've found that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108152354768157555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108152354768157555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108152354768157555' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-108113469824964278</id><published>2004-04-04T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T20:15:21.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weeeelllll,  new season of the Sopranos is on, to which I rejoice loudly.  So far it's not disappointing either;  still as sharp and tangible as ever, as far as I can tell.  Another new and pleasant surprise is Deadwood, comes on right after sopranos, and it's fuckin hella good too.  It's just another HBO drama, in reality ~ following their formula; amorphous as is it ~ a formula none the less, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108113469824964278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108113469824964278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108113469824964278' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-108059823888094950</id><published>2004-03-29T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T04:19:57.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I'm back, bitches Don't say you didn't miss me.  I ordered some upgrades for my PC(AMD2800, a gig of some faster ram, and a new vid card)  And on Thursday night I was happily installing them in my PC.  I was on the phone providing, of all things, technical support for a family member while I was installing the heat sink on the motherboard.  Brandishing a flathead screwdriver in hand with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108059823888094950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108059823888094950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108059823888094950' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-108026973957169346</id><published>2004-03-25T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T18:59:41.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, yeah, I'm very aware of my need to drop quite a bit of weight... This is me, our dishwasher, Bianca (i call her Blanka) and Luigi, the chef/owner of Pastabilities.  These photos were taken by some random customer the other nite.  Nothing special here, but that's my chocolate sorbet the asian chick is eating.This is my new arch-enemy Pam (the old slag).  She's a lifetime waitress who spawned</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108026973957169346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108026973957169346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108026973957169346' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-108005809985472188</id><published>2004-03-23T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T08:12:19.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Boots!I spend at least 10 hours a day on my feet so I decided that I needed some ankle support.  These definitely fill the need.  Dig those crazy screws on the bottom of the soles!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108005809985472188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/108005809985472188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108005809985472188' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-107974793877571748</id><published>2004-03-19T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T18:07:23.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> CASSHERN Shit! Japan is hands down the number one producer of culture in the world.  They will harness it as their main export in the coming years.I demand you watch this to the end!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107974793877571748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107974793877571748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107974793877571748' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107974689010549165</id><published>2004-03-19T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T17:44:51.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Indeed, Sir. Indeed.  Truer words were never said.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107974689010549165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107974689010549165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107974689010549165' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107921805468277961</id><published>2004-03-13T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T16:38:11.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Exile King in exile,long looks over the wall.Kingdom but a fragment of thought,flitting up from daydream tangents,here and therein pieces.Memories in slow motion.The smell of a season.Emotion captured in a bubble,blurry.Out of context.Looking back to days long gone,joy tainted with rusty regret.What-could-have-beennever ever again.All that's left nowis the long cold journey </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107921805468277961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107921805468277961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107921805468277961' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107902408873602939</id><published>2004-03-11T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T08:57:58.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got my wisdom teeth pulled yesterday.  It was pretty cool, actually.  They told me I could get IV sedation, but I opted for the local variety so I was awake during the operation.  They had this dentist in there who was doing a 2 week oral surgery training thing; so after this master tooth-puller type got out both teeth on my left side in about 5mins tops, he hands the reins over to this other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107902408873602939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107902408873602939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107902408873602939' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107893045616514749</id><published>2004-03-10T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T06:57:24.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You have got to be fucking kidding me.  Utter fecal matter.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107893045616514749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107893045616514749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107893045616514749' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107860093051790582</id><published>2004-03-06T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T05:00:51.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> elder ones A guy stopped me today, and asked if I wanted to go to his church.  I told him no thanks, I worship the old gods.  The gods without names, gods that don't speak to their children or answer prayers.  These gods lurk far from man, pushed out long ago - dwelling in the ancient forests, and in the deep purple of night.  These gods dwell in the stars and inbetween dreams, sleeping for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107860093051790582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107860093051790582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107860093051790582' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107844380232436219</id><published>2004-03-04T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T18:20:02.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Wild Zero If anyone sees this before me, you have to let me know how it was.  What kind of crap is this "Wild Zero" you might ask?  Well it's no less than a zombie movie starring the entire cast of Guitar Wolf. YES, you heard me right, Bass Wolf, Drum Wolf, and the enigmatic Guitar Wolf battle corrupt club owners and zombies with the power of love and rock and roll.  And as if you even had to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107844380232436219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107844380232436219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107844380232436219' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107840632363922597</id><published>2004-03-04T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T05:22:20.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I butchering you.Found this usenet post on Die Puny Humans.  It's from that german cannibal who's on trial right now.  Apparently he got 400 some odd replies for potential victims.  Apparently I'm not in on this current hipster trend. here is his post:I am Franky from Germany and i search for a young Boy, between 18 and 25 y/o. Have you a normal build Body and will you di, than come to me, i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107840632363922597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107840632363922597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840632363922597' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107836325740529210</id><published>2004-03-03T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T17:23:56.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Zombie! In the upcoming Worlds of Warcraft online RPG (which I missed out on the beta signup deadline of) one of the playable races is the undead.  That's right, I can play a Zombie;  I,  the infamous Zombie, will now be able to play a zombie.  err, that's all. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107836325740529210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107836325740529210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107836325740529210' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107832440511053733</id><published>2004-03-03T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T07:06:29.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't have a Christ complex!This guy is an all time favorite!  Laibach goose-stepped into my heart long ago and here we go again!  It's just a shame they're only touring in Europe...Bwahahaha!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107832440511053733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107832440511053733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107832440511053733' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-107811084857341532</id><published>2004-02-29T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T19:17:03.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Suck Suck Suck Rare unreleased live recordings from Pigface in NYC in 1991, and Cleveland in '98. Check it out.  The quality is pretty low, but it's all good because I'm listening to Suck right now and it rocks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107811084857341532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107811084857341532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107811084857341532' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107802781849637082</id><published>2004-02-28T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T20:13:12.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damn!I got kicked SO hard in the leg, it nearly fell completely off.  I'm serious, I thought it was broken.  Right on the inside of the thigh, mere inches from that holiest of holies.  It was a freakish accident, two kicks colliding, my body obviously taking the worst of it.  For two days, I was unable to bend it at all - I had to physically grab my leg, as if it were some large, useless </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107802781849637082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107802781849637082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107802781849637082' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107776855724732630</id><published>2004-02-25T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T20:15:13.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CerebusI'm planning on buying a house probably around the next new year, and as soon as I get some semblance of a yard I'm buying myself a puppy.  Hell yeah!  The only time in my life I've encountered a dog as cool as one of these was Chris' dad's dog, Caesar (yeah, i still remember a golden dog with yellow eyes that used to run with horses).  I just found a guy that lives about 15 minutes from</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107776855724732630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107776855724732630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107776855724732630' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-107776785445189456</id><published>2004-02-25T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T20:00:24.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> ouch! Haven't posted much in the last few days; I thought I would just say that I was beat into a quivering mass tonight at the dojo.   I was on the receiving end of some Ryu/Ken'esque brutal assaults, of which pads were little to no use.  Like a good warrior I took my licks and didn't cry like a little bitch until I started running home,  limping with a big snot bubble on the end of my nose.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107776785445189456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107776785445189456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107776785445189456' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107740304235047018</id><published>2004-02-21T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T14:40:06.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's go to heaven togetherI watched Takashi Miike's Dead or Alive today, and I thought I'd say a few things about it.  First off Takashi Miike directed Ichi the Killer, a diamond on the rough of Japanese cinema.  Dead or Alive is a yakuza film as well, but not quite as good as Ichi, but worth seeing for it's own reasons, especially if you enjoy the bizarre and take pleasure in seeing movies </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107740304235047018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107740304235047018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107740304235047018' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107724716734991496</id><published>2004-02-19T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T19:30:34.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like a shot of speedway methedrineMy copy of the new Chemlab arrived today, and, just like an unexpected afternoon in Greenwood, Delaware when East Side Militia came out, i received the new album with mixed feelings.  That only lasted a few songs this time though!  Yeah!  The sutures are incredible and despite the lack of Dylan, some of the digital manipulations are just freaking cool.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107724716734991496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107724716734991496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107724716734991496' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-107712253866913639</id><published>2004-02-18T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T08:44:58.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoops!This is the only death or real injury that I've heard of related to paintball.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107712253866913639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107712253866913639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107712253866913639' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-107707597543764498</id><published>2004-02-17T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T19:48:54.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I got to see the president today.  He's the first president I've ever seen with my own two eyes, and I will admit it was an intoxicating event.  What with the cheering, shouting and recognition of such a figure it was hard not to feel that rush of excitement,  but it was a momentary thing.  I was interested to see him, I will say that - I was a willing participant.  Even if it meant that his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107707597543764498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107707597543764498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107707597543764498' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107698981105814783</id><published>2004-02-16T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T19:52:48.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> It's been said before, and better. Far away eyestell the best damn lies.Face flush red from the cold,breath dead on thin lips.Bitter bile taste,teeth grinding in subconscious effort.Insidious pallor of decay,some day.Going awaygoing to war all day.For sanity's bannerand never learning that your headwas the deepseated dreadyou never left.Sabotage from within,you can't win.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107698981105814783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107698981105814783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107698981105814783' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107689151613785069</id><published>2004-02-15T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T16:34:32.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> h8 you cablemodem Ahh shit.  My cablemodem provider is truly pathetic.  The worst part is that I don't have any real alternative, so I'm stuck with it.  Yeah, I can hear all the modem users moaning about how it's better than dial-up already, and to that I can firmly say, "hardly".  I can't get a single streaming station on the entire god forsaken internet to play for more than 30 seconds,  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107689151613785069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107689151613785069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107689151613785069' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107677886759452614</id><published>2004-02-14T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T09:17:01.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> hotness Check this site out.  It's called GamingFM and it's all game music streams, classic consoles, modern consoles, and the PC.  From what I've heard so far, it's really kick ass, except one thing:  I can't get the streams to play for more than 30-40 seconds at a time.  Not even the 24k streams, which are for dial-up users.  Now I know my cablemodem service is the bottom of the barrel, but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107677886759452614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107677886759452614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107677886759452614' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107651803919397265</id><published>2004-02-11T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T08:49:48.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm getting ready to go to work and listening to MSNBC as they cover the important story of a sea lion being found in Fresno, California when they decide to air a 911 call reporting said sea lion.  It seems the animal was found on Henry Miller Road.  The esteemed writer spent the last portion of his life in Big Sur which I can only assume is near Fresno and his name was used as a street name.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107651803919397265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107651803919397265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107651803919397265' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-107644699509348720</id><published>2004-02-10T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T14:26:40.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a big fan of Guiness, I think it's some really good stuff, but lately I've been drinking Beamish Irish Stout so while Guiness is great, it's not the final word on stout.  Although when I'm drinking draught it's Guiness all the way.I've been working out like a fiend lately, take Friday for example.  I ran 3 miles before work, then went to the dojo when I got off work for another couple hours</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107644699509348720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107644699509348720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107644699509348720' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107629384322292207</id><published>2004-02-08T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T18:35:11.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need TiVo...So I'm an unrepentant pot head.  Have been for many years and probably will be for at least a few more...anyway, I was happy to find Noam Chomsky's badass self talking on C-Span last nite.  So I'm getting into the show last nite and suddenly my dog starts freaking out.  I couldn't figure it out until I heard what sounded like a big german shepard...and I was right.  Outside of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107629384322292207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107629384322292207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107629384322292207' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-107599582713815082</id><published>2004-02-05T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T07:47:20.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>anachronistic enclavesIn the car this morning I decided that, if I were to ever have a blog, I would call it "anachronistic enclaves".  I think that's a pretty cool title for a blog.  At least I thought it was a pretty cool title for a blog this morning in the car.  Now I'm not so sure.In fact, now that I've seen it in print, I don't think "anachronistic enclaves" is a very cool name for some</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107599582713815082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107599582713815082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107599582713815082' title=''/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321066238315636828</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-6166284.post-107587027521578789</id><published>2004-02-03T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T21:00:08.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Justice exposed?So, it's obvious John Ashcroft is a sexually repressive freak, right?Too much time at work today got me thinking...now, while the Jackson family definitely had their fair share of singing and dancing talent there were some down moments as well.I've honestly never thought that Micheal was all that creative while Tito and Jermaine haven't really caught the public's attention.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107587027521578789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107587027521578789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107587027521578789' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-107586272580666438</id><published>2004-02-03T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T18:47:44.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fuck Art! Let's Kill!Check this out! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107586272580666438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107586272580666438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107586272580666438' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-107569554671135397</id><published>2004-02-01T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T20:21:23.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Snowblind I have some pictures lying around, one of Dana, Marvin(?), and I at his wedding, this girl I'm trying to talk to sees it and asks me, "Chris, do you have any *white* friends?"  ........  and I say, "of course I do!"  But her question caused me to think, aside from Greg and Dave I have no other white friends, really.  This I think is somewhat odd for a guy like myself, who does not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107569554671135397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107569554671135397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107569554671135397' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107559924424909362</id><published>2004-01-31T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T07:59:49.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What I'm reading: Ships from the WestI often like reading sci-fi and fantasy because they're perfect escapes from the doldrums of reality, and this pentology did just that for me.  The series is one of the better I've read in quite some time, it's complex - but not to the point of being burdensome,  it reads well without giving you the feeling that whatever plot arc he has you on is not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107559924424909362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107559924424909362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107559924424909362' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107548582674880635</id><published>2004-01-30T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T10:06:00.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A glimpse into the fascinating (though I'd hesitate to say appetizing) gastronomic world of Ferran Adria, who's widely considered the most creative haute cuisine chef alive . . . the pictures alone make the article worth checking out.Found in a recent email from my cousin Kyle, who is currently at large somewhere in europe.  I figured Greg would find this of interest.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107548582674880635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107548582674880635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107548582674880635' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107525740463685665</id><published>2004-01-27T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T18:40:30.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BiotechI just saw this on Slashdot.  I like these flowers so much more than these seeds.  I can't find it anywhere, but I thought I had read a while back that Monsanto had "insufficiently" cleaned it's packaging system and had "accidentally" given some organic farms outside of London some genetically modified seeds and thereby ruined their Organic status.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107525740463685665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107525740463685665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107525740463685665' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-107525495218247124</id><published>2004-01-27T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T17:58:01.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kerry/Clark?I'm watching CNN right now and Kerry is at 39% over Dean at 25%.  I'm hoping for Kerry/Clark to go up against Bush/Cheney.  When I think of the evil that is personified in this administration it just feels like Bush/Cheney are but a single slithering tendril of a much larger creature unable to be defeated with a single election.Did anyone catch Kennedy on the Senate floor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107525495218247124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107525495218247124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107525495218247124' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-107524211596780741</id><published>2004-01-27T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T14:25:59.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm blogging.I went to the new sushi place again today for lunch.  Sat at the bar.  The chefs kept giving me things for free.  I ate my first quail egg today.  It tasted like an egg.  There I said it.  Quail eggs taste like eggs.I also engaged in rampant poseurism today.  I sat at the bar and read a book on buddhism by the Dalai Lama while eating.  I looked like a total poseur.  An uber </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107524211596780741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107524211596780741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107524211596780741' title=''/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321066238315636828</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-6166284.post-107521068975541318</id><published>2004-01-27T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T05:40:18.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well my email is still down and Dave is a ghost in the machine.  I've been calling his work number since Thursday, but he's never there.  I think he's quit his job, honestly.  So I sent Patrick an email, maybe he'll fix it, because I'm going through withdraws.  I probably have a shitload of email, too.What else am I up to other than wondering wtf is up with Dave?  Well I'm going to start taking</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107521068975541318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107521068975541318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107521068975541318' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107501043332052525</id><published>2004-01-24T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T22:02:39.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>None of us imagined he could deteriorate this badly - he looked terrible. The liver test was the most shocking thing - it became very, very abnormalhahahahahaha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107501043332052525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107501043332052525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107501043332052525' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107495492058467560</id><published>2004-01-24T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T06:37:25.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In a society of Laws......all that is taboo is contained within this book.  Hahaha, yeah right, but they did make it into a movie that I watched last nite.  Except for the saccharine-sweet ending, I actually almost enjoyed the perspective given to people who don't want to live by the system.  The movie made a point to differentiate between the almost hippie-ness of an anarchists collective and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107495492058467560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107495492058467560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107495492058467560' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-107491727735254266</id><published>2004-01-23T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T20:10:02.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Food Geek!I'm too damn exited about this stuff.  It's a green cauliflower and I'm getting some next week to cook with.  Well, Lao Tzu says that all things are derived from the mother of 1000 things so I guess Chaos math and fractals are derived from natural sources.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107491727735254266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107491727735254266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107491727735254266' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-107481764049732265</id><published>2004-01-22T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T16:30:38.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Going to eat crawfish tonight.  One of the few redeemable qualities of Louisiana.  They're still pretty expensive, I'm assuming because it's early in the season or maybe it was a bad year for them.  Crawfish are unlike anything else(most things fall into the ubiquitous chicken flavored column).  I call them the poor man's shrimp, since the part you actually eat is much smaller than a shrimp, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107481764049732265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107481764049732265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107481764049732265' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107473942770019346</id><published>2004-01-21T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T18:53:08.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> A three hour cruise I've decided over the course of the last few months that I'm 100% ready to move from Louisiana.  Now all I need to do is make that a reality.  Korea is probably the most likely avenue of escape.  Where I'm at now is really not at all conducive for a young, recently single, total fucking weirdo such as myself.  You see, strange people are merely a fraction of the general </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107473942770019346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107473942770019346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107473942770019346' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107473746921807206</id><published>2004-01-21T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T18:13:10.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107473746921807206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107473746921807206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107473746921807206' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107457161181514565</id><published>2004-01-19T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T05:11:43.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Wrong. right? Ok,  I had way too much to drink last night and I've been hung over all day.  I feel like crap(actually I think I might be coming down with a cold, because I didn't drink THAT much).  I mean it's 10pm and I STILL feel like crap.  I'm feeling so crappy I just wrote this really depressing introspection into why I think I'm a jackass.  I'm pretty sure I can blame serotonin-suck for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107457161181514565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107457161181514565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107457161181514565' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107447808608774183</id><published>2004-01-18T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T18:18:37.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Absinthe is making a bit of a comeback.  I've recently been developing a "stock" and I'm looking to add some absinthe to it.  Some pretty neat history around the drink, as you'll read.  I was wondering if thujone would make me come up hot if I get pissed.  Apparently not, it seems wormwood is not the primary factor in absinthe's special attraction, and additionally thujone is not a controlled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107447808608774183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107447808608774183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107447808608774183' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107447649911967837</id><published>2004-01-18T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T17:43:36.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the first thing I've written down in a long, long time.  Reading Chris' stuff has motivated me to try to write a little something again.  Reflections of the World in random Motivationsmercy killings are on the rise.Empathy and Apathy locked in salutationCellular Divisions           Disadvantage           DisengageHostility and ConfrontationHey, with the link in there does that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107447649911967837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107447649911967837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107447649911967837' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-107444105342785955</id><published>2004-01-18T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T07:52:49.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Girls named BambiI found a site with some hilarious stickers.  This one brings back memories.  And this one is just funny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107444105342785955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107444105342785955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107444105342785955' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-107436580395797450</id><published>2004-01-17T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T18:16:43.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> detritus You're like a fruit that's fallen from the tree,dashed on the rocky earth below.Bruised and discarded,a poor facsimile of the real thing.Ignored, passed over.Eaten through by worms, split and putrid.Trampled by the feet of those strivingfor the supple and the ripe.That's for the wanksters and the haters.  You know who you fuckers are.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107436580395797450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107436580395797450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107436580395797450' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107436332123681732</id><published>2004-01-17T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T10:17:16.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> So long, sensibility I must have had a fitful sleep.  I went to bed late, and woke up early. Less than 6 hours of sleep.  It's the weekend so I have no real reason to get up early, aside from maximizing my fun-time.  That's not really a priority right now, though (fun time is scarce on the ground here).It's most likely due to the inner dilemma I'm working through right now in the old noodle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107436332123681732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107436332123681732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107436332123681732' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107414344031272460</id><published>2004-01-14T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T03:13:08.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fsck meSo after Chris' tale of woe and dejection, I decided that I wanted to know what EHarmony would think of me.  So I got the same response...no matches in the whole US!  Well, I've never deluded myself into thinking that my personality would attract a whole lot of chicks.  In fact I've slightly taken a kind of twisted pride in the fact that my personality isn't all that compatible with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107414344031272460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107414344031272460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107414344031272460' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-107412415132717222</id><published>2004-01-14T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T15:52:10.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> fsck you I have absolutely no idea of "how" to write.  I just throw this shit together stare at it for a while and then post it.  I'm thinking there is a lot I could learn from proper writing structure in prose, poetry and everything else.  That said, I'd love some criticism.  Any type of feedback really.  I know most of this shit is short, and they lack a lot of substance, but It's like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107412415132717222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107412415132717222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107412415132717222' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107396945778127487</id><published>2004-01-12T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T21:02:05.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Going to crawl in a hole now I'm reclining in my fine concrete coffin otherwise known as home, when I see a commercial for eHarmony.com.  They claim they have a free personality test you can take on the website.  My interest piqued I head on over and see what the deal is, and  after an incredibly long and drawn out questionnaire I finally reach the end!  Finally! My personality has been tested</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107396945778127487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107396945778127487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107396945778127487' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107391488358970241</id><published>2004-01-12T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T05:41:44.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Ages Simulated life, pixelized days, ray traced nights.I burn out every day. Sensory overload, TV killed my attention span. Nuclear winter, off shore data havens.Hard wired deep colors child prodigy in leather jacket.Cathode tube lights my night, black ray from dark eyes corner world sends the day into slumber.  Flick the switch and ride the magnetic rainbow.  Tears rain like fears </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107391488358970241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107391488358970241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107391488358970241' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107387603839104799</id><published>2004-01-11T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T18:54:18.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How many Liberators...really want to be Dictators?I can't wait for that book to come out.  I've been jonesing for a look at the inside from an insider.  The only hope I was holding out for was Colin Powell.  I keep getting this idea that the Bush administration is going to try to blame the war on bad diplomacy, drop Powell and rise from the ashes like a Phoenix.Or will it be Cheney with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107387603839104799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107387603839104799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107387603839104799' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-107379282911110859</id><published>2004-01-10T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T19:47:29.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Devil's PlaythingSo, being a food-geek now, I read way too much about foods.  I recently finished this jem and found out some wonderfully esoteric bits of information about food and it's many taboos.  For instance, the French used to love to eat these tiny yellow birds about the size of a normal big-toe called Ortolan.  Tradition states that the bird be kept in a small, dark enclosure, fed figs</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107379282911110859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107379282911110859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107379282911110859' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-107372299355642166</id><published>2004-01-10T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T14:58:26.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>natural introspect I went out to the bar tonight to celebrate one of my boys B-days.  Everybody got really drunk, I'm glad we made it back on post without incident.  I'm posting this because in hindsight it would have been cool to take my digital cam with me to get some practice in.  So instead of posting some fun pictures, I'm posting my retrospective intent to have posted some pictures if I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107372299355642166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107372299355642166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107372299355642166' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107361567798466646</id><published>2004-01-08T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T18:34:57.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> close, or at least nearly I was standing in line at the local porn shop, about to buy Transvestite Midget Bukkake Cosplay 37 when I looked down at my 20 dollar bill, and it began speaking to me, it said:"There's no Betty Rubble in the Flintstones Chewables Vitamins."The scary part was my 20 dollar bill looked like this:I don't know, I spent all my creative juices via email tonight, so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107361567798466646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107361567798466646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107361567798466646' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107353524550112351</id><published>2004-01-07T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T20:16:09.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is this for real?Even as a hack lawsuit this should draw at least some  attention.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107353524550112351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107353524550112351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107353524550112351' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-107340748148697886</id><published>2004-01-06T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T08:47:48.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Evil is a foot...Wow...I got a craving for The Tick yesterday, so I went to my local outlet of consumer goods and found a DVD of the whole series of the live action shows.  Highly recommended if you feel the need to laugh at humor based on the instability of intense ostrcization that leads to insanity.While in the mall I also found a wonderful little device to help me make my new favorite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107340748148697886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107340748148697886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107340748148697886' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-107338231526977923</id><published>2004-01-06T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T01:45:34.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> talk a while...... pretty smile? I get home from work last night,  and I didn't feel tired.  I start to fix some quick dinner and read my email(spam) and play a little Call of Duty online while I'm waiting for it to cool off and stuff.  I sit down and begin to leaf through a couple magazines while I eat.  I turn some music on(something I don't usually listen to - Josh Groban - don't ask!!) and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107338231526977923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107338231526977923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107338231526977923' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107327693676833430</id><published>2004-01-04T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T20:37:44.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Infoded Scuffed black boots clearing out working spaces for themselves as their charge falters in place.Video plays, time stops, outside world shrinks as the monitor pulses with lifeand grows.  Tentacled cables sucking life from the wall, data stream drain. Monster feeds the brain. Minds know no pain as the virus makes it's game.One way highway today, and even yesterday. Tomorrow, they</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107327693676833430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107327693676833430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107327693676833430' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107323487381352408</id><published>2004-01-04T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T08:49:16.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We're a record label. But we're not evil.   I found this on Die Puny Humans.  I've been listening to some of their artists this morning and I'm impressed. Check it out.  They have an interesting payment model, I for one hope it works.Saw a few movies over the holidays, namely  Return of the King and Last Samurai.  Return of the King(ROTK) was good, probably even great(I'm no uber critic) and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107323487381352408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107323487381352408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107323487381352408' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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-6166284.post-107318942535624528</id><published>2004-01-03T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T20:10:44.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been picking scabs again...Not really, but the conspiracyst in me has been acting up again...this time it might be For Real, though.The restaurant I work at has a strange set up.  When you walk through the front door you're standing in the kitchen, if you turn around there is a huge window that looks out onto the street.  So, needless to say, the chef and myself spend a lot of time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107318942535624528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107318942535624528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107318942535624528' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239992646217390393</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-6166284.post-107311465423052517</id><published>2004-01-02T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T23:30:18.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> No room left to make amends. I went over to my friends house tonight, his wife was making kalbee beef so they invited some people over to partake.  I had my new camera with me, so I snapped a shot of this Korean hottie that was there.  Tragic - she's my age, single and drinks like a fish - but she's heading back to Korea in a week.  Speaks pretty good english too.  A side note, I was fucking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107311465423052517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166284/posts/default/107311465423052517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrislayton.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107311465423052517' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415632330937380272</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></feed>
