<?xml version='1.0' encoding='windows-1252'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116</id><updated>2007-05-01T10:50:53.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishsuit</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/default.asp'></link><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default'></link><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/atom.xml'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www2.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>396</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116.post-8817840358094162426</id><published>2007-05-01T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T10:50:53.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackbird Update: New Loft and Blog Love</title><summary type='text'>Here are a couple of Blackbird updates for you all. First, our new loft is open. Nicole used to have the office and stock room up there, but she's moved all of that to a new space across the street. The loft is now retail space, and it looks really nice.

Second, Blackbird got a mention on the influential fashion blog We Are The Market. They have some awesome stuff to say about Blackbird: they </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/2007_04_29_default.asp#8817840358094162426'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/8817840358094162426'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/8817840358094162426'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116.post-477909929734610283</id><published>2007-04-14T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T13:43:21.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblelog</title><summary type='text'>Here's a little thing I've been playing with:

Fishsuit Tumblelog

Let me know what you think...</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/2007_04_08_default.asp#477909929734610283'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/477909929734610283'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/477909929734610283'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116.post-3662807303510323774</id><published>2007-04-13T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T20:23:29.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball</title><summary type='text'>Sofia and I are watching her first baseball game on TV (Rangers 2, Mariners 0, bottom 4). We're both wearing our baseball hats (Me: replica 1940s Milwaukee Brewers, her: $2 generic Fred Meyer, backwards, at a rakish angle). She doesn't seem to get the part about hitting, but she loooooves the pitching. Whenever the catcher catches the ball, she claps her hands and cheers. "Yay!"</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/2007_04_08_default.asp#3662807303510323774'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/3662807303510323774'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/3662807303510323774'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116.post-7091996483622582172</id><published>2007-03-22T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T08:28:51.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Mouths of Babes: Precipitation Edition</title><summary type='text'>It was raining really hard when I picked Sofia up from day care on Monday. We talked about the rain, and how it was falling on us, and how it was getting my head wet because I didn't have a hat.

It was raining again the next day when I picked her up.

"Look Sofia, it's raining," I said.

She gave me a concerned look, and in her loudest voice she replied, "OH NO! DADDY'S HEAD!"</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/2007_03_18_default.asp#7091996483622582172'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/7091996483622582172'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/7091996483622582172'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116.post-4212855412120840801</id><published>2007-03-11T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:40:42.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Mouths of Babes: Primate Edition</title><summary type='text'>&lt;I point at a picture of a monkey in a book.&gt;

"What kind of animal is that?"
"Say!" (i.e., "Answer your own question!")
"Look at what he's eating. He's eating a banana. Who likes to eat bananas?"
"Sofia!"</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/2007_03_11_default.asp#4212855412120840801'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/4212855412120840801'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/4212855412120840801'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116.post-2162751788476350609</id><published>2007-03-03T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T09:13:27.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Mouths Of Babes: Multi-Volume Edition</title><summary type='text'>I.

Sofia is obsessed with the newborn baby across the street. His name is Cole. She calls him "Baby Coley", except that her "C"s sound like "T"s, so it comes out "Baby Toley". (Now we've started calling him Baby Toley.) Every day when we see their house, we talk about Baby Coley. The other day we had this conversation:

"Baby Toley!"
"Yes, that's Baby Cole's house. What do you think Baby Cole is</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/2007_02_25_default.asp#2162751788476350609'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/2162751788476350609'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/2162751788476350609'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116.post-5243053861272994044</id><published>2007-02-25T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T22:45:11.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Martin Scorsese Wins!</title><summary type='text'>I had just about given up on the whole idea of justice...and then they said "Martin Scorsese". Thank you, The Academy, for finally getting it right.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/2007_02_25_default.asp#5243053861272994044'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/5243053861272994044'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/5243053861272994044'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116.post-41821157057661286</id><published>2007-02-25T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T22:44:17.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sofia Milestones</title><summary type='text'>Sofia did not win an Oscar, but she had a couple of equally important milestones this weekend. First, she said her own name. She has been saying "Me!" for almost a year, and in the last few months she's moved up to "Fia!" and then "Tofia!", and finally this morning she said "Sofia!" Nicole and I made such a big deal about it that she knew she was onto something. Later in the car she was just </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/2007_02_25_default.asp#41821157057661286'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/41821157057661286'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/41821157057661286'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116.post-3027247542017475030</id><published>2007-02-21T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T16:56:27.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Mouths Of Babes: Menagerie Edition</title><summary type='text'>Although "Wheels on the Bus" is pretty popular in our house, I think it's safe to say that "Old MacDonald" is Sofia's favorite song. She's been saying "E-I-E-I-O" for months, and she can now ask for the song by name. ("Ah DaDonald!") Our game these days is that I sing the song and she chooses the animals. So I sing,"Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O
And on this farm he had a..."...and she fills</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/2007_02_18_default.asp#3027247542017475030'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/3027247542017475030'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/3027247542017475030'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116.post-2068455501882784253</id><published>2007-02-04T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T19:32:58.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl: Second Half Summary!!</title><summary type='text'>Congratulations to the Colts! They played a great second half. Their offense wasn't overpowering, but they played tough, consistent football behind some great running by Dominic Rhodes. The offensive line did a great job of protecting Payton and opening up lanes for Rhodes and Joseph Addai.

However, the game changer was obviously their defense. The secondary made two great plays on the </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/2007_02_04_default.asp#2068455501882784253'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/2068455501882784253'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/2068455501882784253'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116.post-5876324307700455258</id><published>2007-02-04T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T18:59:43.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colts Win!</title><summary type='text'>Colts win!</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/2007_02_04_default.asp#5876324307700455258'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/5876324307700455258'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/5876324307700455258'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116.post-5885503729643216782</id><published>2007-02-04T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T17:20:16.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl: First Half Summary</title><summary type='text'>Wow. That may be the weirdest half of football I've ever seen. A kickoff return for a touchdown, an interception, three fumbles, and a missed extra point...and that was just the first quarter. I was glad to see the Colts settle down a little in the 2nd quarter, but then things got weird again: the Colts and Bears trade fumbles, and then Vinaiteri misses a gimme field goal. I think that's only the</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/2007_02_04_default.asp#5885503729643216782'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/5885503729643216782'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/5885503729643216782'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116.post-6006051399364063795</id><published>2007-02-04T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T15:11:55.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Colts!</title><summary type='text'>Good luck to the Indianapolis Colts, who kick off against the Chicago Bears in about 15 minutes. I reeeeeally hope they win.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/2007_02_04_default.asp#6006051399364063795'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/6006051399364063795'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/6006051399364063795'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116.post-403941168295568646</id><published>2007-01-31T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T14:03:13.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Mouths of Babes: "Dear God, I Thought We Had At Least Five More Years" Edition</title><summary type='text'>"Good morning! Did you have any dreams last night?"
"Yes."
"What did you dream about?"
"Boys."
"Boys?"
"Yeah."</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/2007_01_28_default.asp#403941168295568646'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/403941168295568646'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/403941168295568646'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116.post-5304344101899414382</id><published>2007-01-29T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:19:45.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Mouths of Babes: Stream of Consciousness Edition</title><summary type='text'>(I'll give you a real post, too. I don't want to leave you with that sour Blogger taste in your mouth.)

Sofia has been talking up a storm lately. She will lay in her bed after lights our and just babble to herself for an hour. Her favorite subjects are: 1) the cat bus from My Neighbor Totoro, 2) the alphabet, 3) the last thing you said. Witness this exchange we had during dinner tonight:

"How </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/2007_01_28_default.asp#5304344101899414382'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/5304344101899414382'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/5304344101899414382'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116.post-3221992574244937820</id><published>2007-01-29T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:03:26.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Archives (or: The New Blogger Sucks)</title><summary type='text'>Hey everyone. Sorry for the lack of posting lately. Nicole has been out of town for the past week, and I've been out of my mind trying to get my work done and take care of the child. (Single parents, I don't know how you do it.)

I wanted to let you know that the blog archives on Fishsuit are going to be broken for an indeterminate amount of time. The old archives will still work, but new posts </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/2007_01_28_default.asp#3221992574244937820'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/3221992574244937820'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/3221992574244937820'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116.post-116940332001841625</id><published>2007-01-21T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T21:21:51.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Mouths of Babes: Live Active Cultures Edition</title><summary type='text'>We give Sofia a brand of kid's yogurt called Yobaby. Apparently she has been listening to us talk about it:

"Would you like some yogurt for breakfast?"
"Oh baby! Oh baby!"</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/2007_01_21_default.asp#116940332001841625'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/116940332001841625'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/116940332001841625'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116.post-116922951601363423</id><published>2007-01-19T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T10:00:06.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stockstock 5</title><summary type='text'>As I've mentioned here previously, Stockstock has returned (finally). We've made a big change to the festival this year: it's entirely online. You download the footage online (instead of getting a videotape in the mail), you post your film online (instead of sending us a tape), and we present the films online (instead of doing a live show). Oh, and there are no entry fees this year. (People can </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/2007_01_14_default.asp#116922951601363423'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/116922951601363423'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/116922951601363423'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116.post-116878948557506835</id><published>2007-01-14T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T23:46:29.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Trip</title><summary type='text'>For Christmas we went to visit my mom in Indiana for 10 days. I think we all had a very good time. Sofia loved all of the attention. At any given moment there were several family members that she could order around and play with. (She's turning in to quite the bossy little girl. "Sit! Book!" That will stop soon, right?) 

I think that her Nana also enjoyed the 24/7 Sofia exposure. Nicole and I </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/2007_01_14_default.asp#116878948557506835'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/116878948557506835'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/116878948557506835'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116.post-116871098820796115</id><published>2007-01-13T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T11:58:24.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><summary type='text'>I hope you Seattle folks survived the snow OK. I swear, this city has some serious mental problems when it comes to weather. I went into a meeeting at 3 PM on Wednesday and everything was fine. When I came out at 4:30, it was like Thunderdome. I tried to leave work at 4:45, and the line to get out of the parking garage was at least 20 minutes. It was taking people 3-4 hours to drive the 10 miles </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/2007_01_07_default.asp#116871098820796115'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/116871098820796115'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/116871098820796115'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116.post-116840566073635047</id><published>2007-01-09T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:24:48.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Envy</title><summary type='text'>Apparently I am only given money so that I can hold it in escrow until Apple needs it:

Apple iPhone



I realize that this is on the other end of the spectrum from the Motofone F3 I was ogling back in September. However, it appears that Apple may have gotten the smart phone right. Everyone will be talking about the fact that it's got a built-in iPod, but I like the primacy of the phone features.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/2007_01_07_default.asp#116840566073635047'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/116840566073635047'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/116840566073635047'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116.post-116824611475001532</id><published>2007-01-08T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T01:01:10.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Pictures</title><summary type='text'>As promised, here are the pictures from our trip. I broke it up into two galleries: one of general holiday pictures, and another of the road trip Nicole and I took to Chicago. I'll talk more about our trip later. For now, I must go to bed.

christmas2006" target=_xmas06&gt;Christmas 2006

chicago" target=_chicago06&gt;Chicago</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/2007_01_07_default.asp#116824611475001532'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/116824611475001532'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/116824611475001532'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116.post-116803502258274363</id><published>2007-01-05T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T14:11:09.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Props for Blackbird</title><summary type='text'>Last month Blackbird was featured on We Are The Market, the blog for the fashion consultancy Brand Pimps. The post is really great: these folks really get Blackbird. Kudos to my lovely wife for her continued rockingness.

Blackbird on We Are The Market</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/2006_12_31_default.asp#116803502258274363'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/116803502258274363'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/116803502258274363'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116.post-116796747227196824</id><published>2007-01-04T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T19:24:32.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><summary type='text'>Hello everyone! We are back from our trip and have more or less returned to our regular routine. 

I hope that you had a great holiday and did not suffer unduly because of the weather. We had a couple of hiccups on our travels, but I cannot complain after seeing what happened to Denver. We flew back to Indianapolis for Christmas, a trip for which there are almost no nonstop flights. You are </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/2006_12_31_default.asp#116796747227196824'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/116796747227196824'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/116796747227196824'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836116.post-116699646079601818</id><published>2006-12-24T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T13:54:13.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>J'Accuse!</title><summary type='text'>Christmas is all about traditions, and this appears to be a new one in our family:

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(Here is last year's version.)

If you celebrate Christmas, I hope you're having a great one. If not, I hope you're having a nice Sunday evening.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stockstock.org/scott/blog/2006_12_24_default.asp#116699646079601818'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/116699646079601818'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836116/posts/default/116699646079601818'></link><author><name>Scott</name></author></entry></feed>