<?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-1461593140610319332</id><updated>2012-02-02T13:11:01.286+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's Softspot</title><subtitle type='html'>Boone Rants for everyone. Randomly updated discussion about pie, games and the occasional shoe. Remember to floss.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyssoftspot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461593140610319332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyssoftspot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Boone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9fXhyAJtPQ/TypvOUMD1eI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3sClH7qjpfI/s220/1oMgD.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461593140610319332.post-519714792615808242</id><published>2009-04-01T16:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:07:40.334+02:00</updated><title type='text'>April 1st...</title><content type='html'>Finally, my first succesful collection of April Fool's pranks. I usually miss this wonderful anarchic holiday and pulls off 3, yes 3, simple yet succesful pranks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phoned my manager this morning, told him I didn't want to come in and basically hung up (while I was a few steps away from the office). He stresses about these things easily enough so it worked out well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I hid a coworkers phone in the roof and called him. Took him 15 minutes to realise what I was up to. I love watching as people search for things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I gave a number to a worker say a Mr. Behr phoned for him and gave him the number. The number was to the zoo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly he expected my cunning ruse so I shall set off for someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that is what happened and Im only posting this to update my blog... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1461593140610319332-519714792615808242?l=babyssoftspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyssoftspot.blogspot.com/feeds/519714792615808242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1461593140610319332&amp;postID=519714792615808242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461593140610319332/posts/default/519714792615808242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461593140610319332/posts/default/519714792615808242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyssoftspot.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-1st.html' title='April 1st...'/><author><name>Boone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9fXhyAJtPQ/TypvOUMD1eI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3sClH7qjpfI/s220/1oMgD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461593140610319332.post-1318155819115835695</id><published>2008-11-12T14:15:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:33:07.002+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so awesome it HURTS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UX0phJbibR8/SRrMv_fnFjI/AAAAAAAAACc/lLvX301k6wY/s1600-h/wiiware-throwing-tetris-party-20080730110637937.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So what the hell... is WRONG... with tha gaming community of late. You know, it was all funny having the little "oh-my-machine-is-better" crap, and I do encourage a healthy bit of debate for the sake of keeping things alive but for the life of me it's starting to piss me off. Along with the bullcrud of "They say its gonna be awesome" (and ive fallen for this a few times) but when the ned Device/Game/Hooker comes out, it is terrible or mediocre at best. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EXAMPLES:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UX0phJbibR8/SRrLoZtrujI/AAAAAAAAACM/FV7kwxaAk0M/s1600-h/tn_565_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UX0phJbibR8/SRrLoZtrujI/AAAAAAAAACM/FV7kwxaAk0M/s200/tn_565_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267746609120918066" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sonic and the Dark Brotherhood&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, we all know Sonic has failed many times in the past, but Bioware was working on this... I mean, come on! By no means a terrible game, but I was hoping for something EPIC along the lines of... maybe... Buldar's Gate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Star Wars, Force Unleashed (Wii)&lt;/span&gt;. What the freaking hell happened here. Everything was handed to them. A hand held device that could be a lightsaber. All they had to do was put in a responsive light saber, good battles and MAYBE just watch some of the movies to build together a storyline that FOLLOWS THE DAMNED MOVIES and/or BOOKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UX0phJbibR8/SRrMGEc6QLI/AAAAAAAAACU/P7QrNnHoRfA/s1600-h/star-wars_screenshot_duel490.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fallout 3. &lt;/span&gt;In no ways a bad game, my favourite of all I've bought this year so far... but what the HELL is up with all the errors, kick outs and data corruptions. Do companies not test their games anymore. This  idea of a patch will fix it up is finally getting to me. I think i will kill someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the thing these games have in common: People were going beside themselves on the net, on how awesome it was gonna be, yadda yadda. The companies are relying totally on hype, which is working so far but if you keep giving people SHIT they're gonna start getting angry.. (or smelly). I've resorted to playing Tetris.... Tetris Party that is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UX0phJbibR8/SRrMv_fnFjI/AAAAAAAAACc/lLvX301k6wY/s1600-h/wiiware-throwing-tetris-party-20080730110637937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UX0phJbibR8/SRrMv_fnFjI/AAAAAAAAACc/lLvX301k6wY/s200/wiiware-throwing-tetris-party-20080730110637937.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267747839033153074" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos somehow they havent found a way to screw that up but still add new features! It truley is a marvel of modern gaming. (Look at the happy it creates) ---&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1461593140610319332-1318155819115835695?l=babyssoftspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyssoftspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1318155819115835695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1461593140610319332&amp;postID=1318155819115835695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461593140610319332/posts/default/1318155819115835695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461593140610319332/posts/default/1318155819115835695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyssoftspot.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-so-awesome-it-hurts.html' title='It&apos;s so awesome it HURTS!'/><author><name>Boone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9fXhyAJtPQ/TypvOUMD1eI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3sClH7qjpfI/s220/1oMgD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UX0phJbibR8/SRrLoZtrujI/AAAAAAAAACM/FV7kwxaAk0M/s72-c/tn_565_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461593140610319332.post-7565159890458474541</id><published>2008-04-24T14:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T14:54:40.581+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Stardom in a box</title><content type='html'>So I've become a slave to the Guitar hero series and I just cant stop playing the damnable game. I first shunned the series off because I thought it would be too much like Singstar... you know: some company goes off giving people false dreams about being a star, along with some really horrible music and an "instrument"... but then I play Frets on Fire....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a game a friend said was like "A free guitar hero"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing I like more than a good game, is a good free game... and I was addicted immediatly. Finishing Frets on Fire on hard took me a week or so, as I was mesmerised. But I never set off to get Guitar Hero, since I felt I had played it already... But little did I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent addition to my friend list had gone off to buy Guitar Hero 2 and brought it over, where we wailed and played all night, getting instantly addicted. But it was not enought, I needed more. We got Guitar hero 3 on the Wii 2 weeks later. It was getting worse, I couldnt sate my hunger for the psuedo-rockstardom. I got my own GH3 on PC, full equiped with guitar. I downloaded the soundtracks so I could hear the music constantly and figure out how to play it properly. Ive even set money aside for the soon to appear Guitar Hero for the DS.... Im hooked. This game has taken my soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it can keep it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/guitar_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/guitar_hero.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1461593140610319332-7565159890458474541?l=babyssoftspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyssoftspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7565159890458474541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1461593140610319332&amp;postID=7565159890458474541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461593140610319332/posts/default/7565159890458474541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461593140610319332/posts/default/7565159890458474541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyssoftspot.blogspot.com/2008/04/rock-stardom-in-box.html' title='Rock Stardom in a box'/><author><name>Boone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9fXhyAJtPQ/TypvOUMD1eI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3sClH7qjpfI/s220/1oMgD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461593140610319332.post-6925196756912649617</id><published>2008-03-12T09:55:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T10:05:38.066+02:00</updated><title type='text'>GAYmeplay</title><content type='html'>Alot of the time I go on about how gameplay is more important than the mind numbing special effects a game can supply. And I stand firmly over this opinin (of mine). But that doesnt mean I dont like graphics. I like pretty things, over detailed landscapes that make my machines want to implode in on itself, people that look more real than myself and gun that shine AND get dirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the love of [deity]  people. GAMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets say that again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i  can enjoy a set amount of realism in a game, I can. But surving a flurry of bullets, double jumping and launching fireballs in a somewhat cartooney fashion has always been MORE of a love. Physics engines and whole Universe being created (as fantastic as they are) SHOULD NOT BE A REASON A GAME EXISTS. It should still be a freaking game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im probably not making myself too clear here, but my point goes as follows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphics are nice. I like prettiness. Gameplay MAKES THE GAME PLAYABLE. Graphics just attract idiots like a moth to the flame, because if it doesnt look like it can kick me in the goobers its not really  a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMPLE:&lt;br /&gt;Im playing Legend of Zelda, Ocarina of Time, on my Gamecube and enjoying it. Someone walks in and goes&lt;br /&gt;'oh that game looks so bad. why are you playing it'&lt;br /&gt;Me: 'because its fun'&lt;br /&gt;Guy: 'but how can it be fun, its looks like shyte'&lt;br /&gt;Me: 'When last did you play any of your PS3 games?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: '.... whatever. It looks bad'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.igniq.com/images/zelda_online_ocarina_of_time_170805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.igniq.com/images/zelda_online_ocarina_of_time_170805.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Noes! Look at the bad graphics! (Even though 8 years ago you people didnt even know what a console WAS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Kai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1461593140610319332-6925196756912649617?l=babyssoftspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyssoftspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6925196756912649617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1461593140610319332&amp;postID=6925196756912649617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461593140610319332/posts/default/6925196756912649617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461593140610319332/posts/default/6925196756912649617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyssoftspot.blogspot.com/2008/03/alot-of-time-i-go-on-about-how-gameplay.html' title='GAYmeplay'/><author><name>Boone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9fXhyAJtPQ/TypvOUMD1eI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3sClH7qjpfI/s220/1oMgD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461593140610319332.post-2551036087542651067</id><published>2008-03-10T12:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T12:53:34.499+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Look... another Dead End</title><content type='html'>Ah, so here I can go on again about how my life, at the tender age of 22, has reach another dead end and has proceeded to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kick&lt;/span&gt; me in my bathing suit area. I could go on about the frustrations of debt, the continuous moving around at my expense and internet connection I bought 8 months ago and havent used it in 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  I Could go on and complain about, but I've decided to show a picture of kittens instead. Once my life is back on track and I've finished building character, I will continue with ranting (for no reason)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now... the Kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.birman.org/pictures/noekula-kittens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.birman.org/pictures/noekula-kittens.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1461593140610319332-2551036087542651067?l=babyssoftspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyssoftspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2551036087542651067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1461593140610319332&amp;postID=2551036087542651067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461593140610319332/posts/default/2551036087542651067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461593140610319332/posts/default/2551036087542651067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyssoftspot.blogspot.com/2008/03/look-another-dead-end.html' title='Look... another Dead End'/><author><name>Boone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9fXhyAJtPQ/TypvOUMD1eI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3sClH7qjpfI/s220/1oMgD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461593140610319332.post-705975661645060338</id><published>2008-02-27T09:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T09:55:25.512+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: Idiot on Board</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.booksamillion.com/bam/covers/1/59/868/214/1598682148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.booksamillion.com/bam/covers/1/59/868/214/1598682148.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few things in this world that really piss me off. Being kicked in the family jewels has a black mark next to it on every guys list, being whacked upside the head can really get me angry and, no matter how hard I try otherwise, bad (or just rude) drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes. You've all heard this before. But I can't help but get slightly tweaked when douche from a block away rides up the emergency lane while i've been stuck in this spot for 20 minutes. Either I'm mad cos I didn't think of it or it's just the cocky attitude of some bastard skipping 30 minutes wait that the rest of us had to deal with. But overall I can still understand this 'cos people are bastards and some of them will take what they can get regardless of who gets hurts, blah blah blah. Well done for your foresight... because in 1st world countries people only take the fast lanes and emergency lanes when THEY REALLY NEED IT, and the people wont mind moving aside. But because ass-head decides he can cut in at every opportunity, other drivers stop lettinh others in easily and we end up with 5-hour long back ups in traffic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever... that I can deal with 'cos I dont mind spending a few hours listening to music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really bugs me is indicating. Is it just me or have those yellow lights on the side of the car there purely for decoration? I used my indicaters every time I think about moving a little to the side, turning, turning on TURN ONLY THIS WAY roads and when there's a freaking T-junction. Others seem to think that its a pretty blinking light thats there for their amusement... or even to tell others that they have turned (when someone cuts in front of you THEN applies the blinking &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b336/dmcme/mercedescrash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b336/dmcme/mercedescrash.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; light of insult). The wonderful thing is, about these little lights, is that if you let people know in advance that you want to turn, be in their lane or are moving away from it, then they too can plan a little ahead and be able to slow down, move up or, in some cases, go on ahead without having to stop. But noooooo. It apparently requires some level of degree or higher diploma in order to operate these things. Did I miss something in my drivers test? I don't recall NEVER USE THE INDICATER a) TRUE b)TRUE c)TRUE EXCEPT SUNDAYS  ever being there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's just me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1461593140610319332-705975661645060338?l=babyssoftspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyssoftspot.blogspot.com/feeds/705975661645060338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1461593140610319332&amp;postID=705975661645060338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461593140610319332/posts/default/705975661645060338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461593140610319332/posts/default/705975661645060338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyssoftspot.blogspot.com/2008/02/warning-idiot-on-board.html' title='Warning: Idiot on Board'/><author><name>Boone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9fXhyAJtPQ/TypvOUMD1eI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3sClH7qjpfI/s220/1oMgD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461593140610319332.post-2886133954709923817</id><published>2008-01-30T07:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T08:33:53.151+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No one told me when to run</title><content type='html'>I've been noticing a rather unsettling change in my life. I flew out of High School with dreams of grandeur on becoming a graphic artist and next thing I wake up sitting in an aircon-less sauna-like office space, barely doing any design work, flogging out mass quantities of cut outs between 7 and 5 and writing blogs during my unsettling huge amount free time. I missed something somewhere. In the immortal words of Pink Floyd "No one told me when to run, I Missed the starting gun".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vv.se/filer/23946/Bild%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.vv.se/filer/23946/Bild%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now I'm going through one of those pseudo-psychological "quarter life crisis". Fan-friggin'-tastic. At this point in my life I'm suppose to have an apartment, a car, a house full of video games and enough a social life to stop talking to myself. I've ended up living with my dad, a conglomerate of personalties for each part of my body and  a car that, between it being a piece of junk, eating up all my petrol money and my dad reigning fatherly advice about washing it down on me, isn't really worth driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.qub.ac.uk/schools/SchoolofEnglish/imperial/canada/genx.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 256px;" src="http://www.qub.ac.uk/schools/SchoolofEnglish/imperial/canada/genx.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided to make my life more difficult but at the same time allow me to design, have fun and probably get with some girls.... eventually. I've decided to start a magazine. With no money, very little (on my part) or no (the rest of us) experience and a computer. But you know what, Its gonna be hella fun cos I get to design, write and probably be a huge pain in the ass to someone who has a different opinion. The only thing better is if I could become a musician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I will be... once I get some free time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1461593140610319332-2886133954709923817?l=babyssoftspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyssoftspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2886133954709923817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1461593140610319332&amp;postID=2886133954709923817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461593140610319332/posts/default/2886133954709923817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461593140610319332/posts/default/2886133954709923817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyssoftspot.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-one-told-me-when-to-run.html' title='No one told me when to run'/><author><name>Boone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9fXhyAJtPQ/TypvOUMD1eI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3sClH7qjpfI/s220/1oMgD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461593140610319332.post-5896043568645712298</id><published>2008-01-29T11:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T11:45:46.496+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Other Blog</title><content type='html'>So Baby's Softspot is going to be my random rant Blog.... thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/155/408050832_928d152c9c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/155/408050832_928d152c9c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;a href="http://6brokenstrings.blogspot.com/"&gt;6 Broken Strings&lt;/a&gt; is going to be my Music Rant Blog.... thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1461593140610319332-5896043568645712298?l=babyssoftspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyssoftspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5896043568645712298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1461593140610319332&amp;postID=5896043568645712298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461593140610319332/posts/default/5896043568645712298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461593140610319332/posts/default/5896043568645712298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyssoftspot.blogspot.com/2008/01/other-blog.html' title='Other Blog'/><author><name>Boone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9fXhyAJtPQ/TypvOUMD1eI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3sClH7qjpfI/s220/1oMgD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/155/408050832_928d152c9c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461593140610319332.post-3348581456053186628</id><published>2007-10-28T20:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T20:23:40.976+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>Well, after failing to fight peer pressure  have decided to join in the blogger groups. I have no real idea what to say or do, so I'll start by introducing myself and what you could expect from my inspiring words that will be bloggified soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not the most socially adept person you'll meet and im not for forcing my opinion onto others. I will, however, use this blog as an opportunity to say what I feel and hopefully piss off a few people who take life too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1461593140610319332-3348581456053186628?l=babyssoftspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyssoftspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3348581456053186628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1461593140610319332&amp;postID=3348581456053186628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461593140610319332/posts/default/3348581456053186628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1461593140610319332/posts/default/3348581456053186628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyssoftspot.blogspot.com/2007/10/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Boone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9fXhyAJtPQ/TypvOUMD1eI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3sClH7qjpfI/s220/1oMgD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
