<?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-7826717631342909478</id><updated>2012-01-20T02:42:30.647+11:00</updated><category term='The first message'/><title type='text'>My Word!</title><subtitle type='html'>A window to life, opinions, thoughts, unorthodoxy and survival of the dumbest</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-863712700792508049</id><published>2011-12-21T00:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T00:22:15.251+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Chile’s strategy to fighting Global Warming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSPqbIumn20/TvCLihNETOI/AAAAAAAAALE/FLV96tRq75E/s1600/chile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSPqbIumn20/TvCLihNETOI/AAAAAAAAALE/FLV96tRq75E/s1600/chile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Chile's government wants men in the South American country to take off their ties to help fight global warming, hoping the campaign will save on air conditioning as summer starts in the southern hemisphere.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;"Let's all take our ties off this summer to save energy," Economy Minister Pablo Longueira says in television spots airing around the country.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;In the commercial, he undoes the knot of his pink and white tie and whips it off with gusto, unbuttoning the top of his shirt and smiling. A tie-less energy minister and other senior government officials also appear in the TV spot.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I often find it hard to argue with simple solutions, and it really doesn’t get any simpler than this. From a problem solving and budgeting perspective it seems like the ideal solution- low cost (for all parties) and easy to both implement and enforce.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I can already hear Chile’s 3rd Nobel Prize knockin’…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-863712700792508049?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.reuters.com/article/2011/12/14/us-chile-energy-ties-idUSTRE7BD21220111214' title='Chile’s strategy to fighting Global Warming'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/863712700792508049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=863712700792508049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/863712700792508049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/863712700792508049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2011/12/chiles-strategy-to-fighting-global.html' title='Chile’s strategy to fighting Global Warming'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSPqbIumn20/TvCLihNETOI/AAAAAAAAALE/FLV96tRq75E/s72-c/chile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-1711125397414815181</id><published>2011-12-20T23:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T23:56:06.708+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids call it as they see it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kk0_wgusX4I/TvCFlxAI6GI/AAAAAAAAAK8/msJxRY9iVe0/s1600/Kim+Jong+Il.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kk0_wgusX4I/TvCFlxAI6GI/AAAAAAAAAK8/msJxRY9iVe0/s200/Kim+Jong+Il.jpg" width="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This morning I was watching a news segment about the well-known North Korean dictator who passed away only a few days ago when my son interrupted me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son:&lt;i&gt; What are you watching?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;i&gt; Kim Jong Il&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son:&lt;i&gt; Yeah? What happened to him?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;i&gt; He died&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son:&lt;i&gt; Died? You jut said he was ill! Which is it? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-1711125397414815181?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/1711125397414815181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=1711125397414815181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/1711125397414815181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/1711125397414815181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2011/12/kids-call-it-as-they-see-it.html' title='Kids call it as they see it!'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kk0_wgusX4I/TvCFlxAI6GI/AAAAAAAAAK8/msJxRY9iVe0/s72-c/Kim+Jong+Il.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-1094006130945724310</id><published>2011-01-11T16:33:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T15:32:43.947+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The (im)balance of Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/TSvseoWeMbI/AAAAAAAAAKs/lvuLDi1P_KM/s1600/231759764_d4667355e7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560798175890911666" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/TSvseoWeMbI/AAAAAAAAAKs/lvuLDi1P_KM/s400/231759764_d4667355e7.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had a discussion with a recently divorced friend of mine the other day. I made the statement that the 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;century has certainly started without any traces of balance- we spend the first decade in severe drought only to enter the second decade with an overabundance of water and severe flooding. Is the weather god making up for the shortages from the first decade?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;He was quiet for a second and said that he knew this to be true- he was married in 1999, had a ‘playful’ life until they entered the year 2000 and the ‘fun’ dried up due to pregnancy. The ‘drought’ got progressively worse during the following 9 years or so until they finally got divorced. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;By sheer coincidence he ran into his ex-wife on a New Year’s eve party and they haven’t stopped the rainmaking since. Has the weather god got something to do with this too? (if she does, have her call me!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To make matters ‘worse’(?), this sudden flooding has resulted in him receiving a written warning at work for being late three consecutive days and for being too tired during work hours. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When it rains it really pours!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-1094006130945724310?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/1094006130945724310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=1094006130945724310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/1094006130945724310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/1094006130945724310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2011/01/imbalance-of-water.html' title='The (im)balance of Water'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/TSvseoWeMbI/AAAAAAAAAKs/lvuLDi1P_KM/s72-c/231759764_d4667355e7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-45942539674352412</id><published>2010-06-18T14:13:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T14:19:39.104+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving the Canberra Winter behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/TBrzwW2tBcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kMCHAuX87Oc/s1600/plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/TBrzwW2tBcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kMCHAuX87Oc/s400/plane.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483963508371293634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A few more hours of work still and then straight home to pack for a 7 week holiday! Dubai, Sweden and Lebanon are all on the menu and sure feels like it’s been too long since we were there last. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Family, friends and customs officials beware- we’re on our way.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-45942539674352412?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/45942539674352412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=45942539674352412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/45942539674352412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/45942539674352412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2010/06/leaving-canberra-winter-behind.html' title='Leaving the Canberra Winter behind'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/TBrzwW2tBcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kMCHAuX87Oc/s72-c/plane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-1348001088202672403</id><published>2010-03-09T13:08:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T19:06:16.134+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What cleavage size?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/S5Wu9xXCeCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/U46cZHWqLAA/s1600-h/cleavage-sexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/S5Wu9xXCeCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/U46cZHWqLAA/s400/cleavage-sexy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446451700619704354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Victoria University in Wellington, New Zealand recently undertook a study to find out what size breasts men liked best- small, medium or large. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The findings were overwhelmingly in favour of...breasts! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The conclusion was that men simply like breasts and that size was of little importance. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The way I see it, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;any simple heterosexual male could have told them that and saved them both the money and trouble. Then again, the actual study could have been interesting. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-1348001088202672403?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/1348001088202672403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=1348001088202672403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/1348001088202672403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/1348001088202672403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-cleavage-size.html' title='What cleavage size?'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/S5Wu9xXCeCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/U46cZHWqLAA/s72-c/cleavage-sexy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-5479029590367925108</id><published>2010-03-05T17:48:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:50:29.323+11:00</updated><title type='text'>"He's got horrible luck"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.35pt;margin-left: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Last week a 26-year-old party-goer in Germany pushed his luck a bit too far. In between dancing ‘sessions’ the man decided he needed a bit of a ‘pick up’ and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;began lining up amphetamine on the roof of a car in a disco car park without checking the car first.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.35pt;margin-left: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Unfortunately he had no idea that the on-the-outside normal looking vehicle belonged to the police, and just as he was about to take the powdered drugs he was surprised by two police officers, who by sheer coincidence, were walking by their parked car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.35pt;margin-left: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The local police spokesman referred to the man by simply stating that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"He's got horrible luck". &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.35pt;margin-left: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lesson to be learned here I think: before lining your stuff up on a car- always smash the window of the car to ensure it doesn’t have a police radio!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span id="midArticle_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-5479029590367925108?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/5479029590367925108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=5479029590367925108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/5479029590367925108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/5479029590367925108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2010/03/hes-got-horrible-luck.html' title='&quot;He&apos;s got horrible luck&quot;'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-3490331946312289929</id><published>2010-03-01T18:07:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:20:22.160+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are they open for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU"&gt;It’s a pretty well-known fact that I don’t like shopping at any time, but I particularly hate going on Saturdays which seems to be the particular time of the week when the entire population goes too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU"&gt;So, I’ve been trying to figure out why the shoppers aren’t spread out more evenly over the remaining weekdays:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU"&gt;The standard office hours in Australia are 9.00 AM to 5.30 PM, which are also the opening hours for shops in all the malls.  Since most people are working between those hours it’s clear to me that the shops must be open for another targeted group of shoppers other than the working Australians.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU"&gt;So who is group? The only people I can think of are retirees and unemployed people both whom from what I read in the media they barely have money to survive...or so they tell the Government.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And although I haven’t double checked the latest statistics from the Australian Bureau of Statistics, I think these two groups only make up for roughly 16% of the population.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU"&gt;So back to square one- who the hell are they open for?!?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU"&gt;I’m pretty sure that they would double their sales if they were open from say 10.00 AM to 6.30 PM instead! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU"&gt;I’d shop more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-3490331946312289929?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/3490331946312289929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=3490331946312289929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/3490331946312289929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/3490331946312289929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-are-they-open-for.html' title='Who are they open for?'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-7796960735504760821</id><published>2010-02-23T13:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:41:17.057+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd work for this guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Help wanted: registered voter with a conscience for position on the Chicago City Council. Salary $110,556 a year. Ex-felons need not apply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; Chicago Mayor Richard Daley decided to take a different approach to fill two vacancies on the city's 50-member city council, posting a notice on the city's website listing qualifications for the job.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Candidates should be registered voters, have lived in the ward for a least a year and provide three letters of recommendation attesting to their community involvement. No current politicians, tax delinquents or anyone convicted of any "infamous crime, bribery, perjury or other felony" need apply.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;One vacancy was created when the previous office-holder pleaded guilty to illegally accepting favors from a developer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;The aldermanic appointments will be the mayor's 34th and 35th, and he has indicated he is fed up with the high rate of malfeasance in the council.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;"You've got to start somewhere," Daley spokesman Lance Lewis said. "We want to encourage residents who are interested to apply."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-7796960735504760821?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE61H62P20100218' title='I&apos;d work for this guy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/7796960735504760821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=7796960735504760821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/7796960735504760821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/7796960735504760821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2010/02/id-work-for-this-guy.html' title='I&apos;d work for this guy'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-6432286597331667163</id><published>2010-02-23T10:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:12:01.218+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Showing my true age</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As some of you may now it’s my birthday today- 36 years young! Or perhaps I should say 36 years old- at least if I was to listen to my wife.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Last week when asked what I wanted for my birthday I quickly replied “Good kids and a happy ending”. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My wife shook her head and said that I was “now showing signs of old age”, and continued by asking if my life was really that hard. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Guess it’s true what they say- you enjoy the simple pleasures more the older you get. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-6432286597331667163?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/6432286597331667163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=6432286597331667163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/6432286597331667163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/6432286597331667163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2010/02/showing-my-true-age.html' title='Showing my true age'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-2383657384424959028</id><published>2010-02-19T14:21:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T15:02:11.571+11:00</updated><title type='text'>One small book title, a giant range of possible angles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:0cm; line-height:normal;mso-outline-level:1;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As many of you are aware I’m a pretty keen reader, and I often seek out the slightly odd topics to read about. The other day whilst trolling through amazon.com I came across a book title that really got my attention, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ten Stupid Things That Keep Churches from Growing”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:0cm; line-height:normal;mso-outline-level:1;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:0cm; line-height:normal;mso-outline-level:1;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My mind started racing thinking about the vast number of potential angles a book with that title could have- some, I’m sure, not exactly complimentary for the Church! For me, the number of comic alternatives seemed to dominate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:0cm; line-height:normal;mso-outline-level:1;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:0cm; line-height:normal;mso-outline-level:1;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Of course I had to buy it- curiosity simply got the better of me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-font-kerning:18.0pt;mso-fareast-language: EN-AUfont-size:8.5pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-2383657384424959028?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/2383657384424959028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=2383657384424959028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/2383657384424959028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/2383657384424959028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-small-book-title-giant-range-of.html' title='One small book title, a giant range of possible angles'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-4633657982963519546</id><published>2009-09-28T15:01:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:05:24.861+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A well planned retirement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SsBDrbdqvTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wvwHQHHGzZs/s1600-h/zoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SsBDrbdqvTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wvwHQHHGzZs/s400/zoo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386379567720742194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Outside England 's Bristol Zoo there is a parking lot for 150 cars and 8 buses. For 25 years, its parking fees were managed by a very pleasant attendant. The fees were £1 for cars ($1.40), £5 for busses (about $7).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then, one day, after 25 solid years of never missing a day of work, he just didn't show up, so the Zoo &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Management called the City Council and asked it to send them another parking agent. The Council did some research and replied that the parking lot was the Zoo's own responsibility.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Zoo advised the Council that the attendant was a City employee. The City Council responded that the lot attendant had never been on the City payroll.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meanwhile, sitting in his villa somewhere on the coast of Spain (or some such scenario), is a man who'd apparently had a ticket machine installed completely on his own and then had simply begun to show up every day, commencing to collect and keep the parking fees, estimated at about $560 per day - for 25 years. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Assuming 7 days a week, this amounts to just over $7 million dollars!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And no one even knows his name...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-4633657982963519546?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/4633657982963519546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=4633657982963519546' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/4633657982963519546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/4633657982963519546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-planned-retirement.html' title='A well planned retirement'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SsBDrbdqvTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wvwHQHHGzZs/s72-c/zoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-5987403643186110614</id><published>2009-06-11T12:51:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:53:15.427+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Objectophilia – Rhino Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SjBxkUflR8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/yFfMoJPRV84/s1600-h/rhino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345897626479183810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SjBxkUflR8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/yFfMoJPRV84/s400/rhino.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jango the Rhino, a resident at the Schoenbrunn Zoo in Vienna, openly displayed his love for a car last week. The car, which is part of an art expo and located in a pond at the zoo, received some tender and caring attention from the apparently love crank horned animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn’t long, howver, before Jango got carried away and started humping the red defenless vehicle. One can only speculate what the offspring will look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I shouldn’t go on critizing the poor creature- I get similar feelings when seeing an Aston Martin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-5987403643186110614?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/5987403643186110614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=5987403643186110614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/5987403643186110614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/5987403643186110614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/06/objectophilia-rhino-style.html' title='Objectophilia – Rhino Style'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SjBxkUflR8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/yFfMoJPRV84/s72-c/rhino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-7603499218229189336</id><published>2009-05-28T12:10:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:16:15.875+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Even I like the Chinese at times</title><content type='html'>A man in southern China has been taken into police custody after pushing a would-be suicide jumper off a bridge frequented by people threatening to end their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Lai Jiansheng was detained by police for pushing a man named Chen off the bridge in Guangzhou city that has been the site of 12 suicide attempts since the beginning of April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the suicide attempts have been successful, but traffic over the bridge has been jammed for hours during each attempt as police sought to talk the people out of ending their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upset with the traffic delay, Lai broke through the police cordon on the bridge, walked up to Chen and shook his hand before pushing him off the bridge. "&lt;em&gt;I pushed him off because jumpers like Chen are very selfish. Their actions violate a lot of public interests&lt;/em&gt;," Lai was quoted saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police said that with each suicide attempt, the city had to send police, firemen, rescue vessels and an ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling there will be a significant decrease in jumpers from this bridge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-7603499218229189336?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.smh.com.au/world/suicide-jumper-pushed-off-bridge-20090523-biqm.html' title='Even I like the Chinese at times'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/7603499218229189336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=7603499218229189336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/7603499218229189336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/7603499218229189336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/05/even-i-like-chinese-at-times.html' title='Even I like the Chinese at times'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-847432974053027747</id><published>2009-04-24T09:05:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:05:45.157+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies- The perfect gift to a man that won’t even cost you a cent</title><content type='html'>A woman in North Carolina decided to give her husband something different for his 40th birthday. She states that she struggled for some time to come up with something special, but one day whilst participating in a bible study group, she got the ingenious idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She promised her husband sex every night for a whole year! I’m sure I speak for the majority of married men when I say that this is truly the ultimate present. The response “it’s just what I always wanted” springs to mind when thinking about an appropriate thing to say when thanking for such a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only the ultimate gift, but also ideal for those on a [financial] budget. Perhaps something to consider given the global economic climate?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we also give special thanks to God for giving her the ‘inspiration’. Perhaps the old man upstairs is finally giving us married men a break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-847432974053027747?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/847432974053027747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=847432974053027747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/847432974053027747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/847432974053027747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/04/ladies-perfect-gift-to-man-that-wont.html' title='Ladies- The perfect gift to a man that won’t even cost you a cent'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-2644113117047376127</id><published>2009-04-17T18:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:15:53.925+10:00</updated><title type='text'>How do they know?</title><content type='html'>I keep getting emails containing information about how I can please my girlfriend twice as much and twice as long, along with ways for me to stay harder longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do they know? I have a girlfriend?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-2644113117047376127?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/2644113117047376127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=2644113117047376127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/2644113117047376127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/2644113117047376127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-do-they-know.html' title='How do they know?'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-8913882601032070510</id><published>2009-04-17T14:07:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:11:44.888+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A potential solution for a stressful life</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I ran into my former boss who was clearly stressed and looked like the world was resting on his shoulders. I asked about work and family to which he replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I’m submitting a motion to Parliament proposing 30 hour days. Don’t know how else to get everything done”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great idea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-8913882601032070510?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/8913882601032070510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=8913882601032070510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/8913882601032070510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/8913882601032070510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/04/potential-solution-to-stressful-life.html' title='A potential solution for a stressful life'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-4745013446372407323</id><published>2009-04-07T20:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:55:01.433+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It made me giggle!</title><content type='html'>The other day I was having a chat on FB with a friend I haven’t seen for years. At one time we were very close and I can recall our parents and many friends commenting that they thought it odd us being so close without actually dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began talking about the ‘good old days’ and after a few ‘truths’ we suddenly discovered that we both had mad crushes on each other at the time. When we reached the inevitable question as to why we didn’t say anything to each other or act on our feelings, it all got a bit awkward and embarrassing- I always thought I was one of the cool kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise how far off the mark I was some 22 years later was both disturbing and amusing all wrapped up in one! Couldn’t help laughing at it though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-4745013446372407323?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/4745013446372407323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=4745013446372407323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/4745013446372407323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/4745013446372407323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-made-me-giggle.html' title='It made me giggle!'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-3799673835215428451</id><published>2009-04-07T20:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:41:08.686+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Just can’t help it!</title><content type='html'>I’m usually good at walking away or tuning out when someone in my presence is a complete wanker- I simply don’t have the time and energy to deal with such people, or better yet, I choose not to deal with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It saddens and frustrates me when I find myself overcome with a burning desire to contribute to orthopaedic case studies by rearranging someone’s anatomy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy didn’t even know how close he came to being ‘famous’...what a shit day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-3799673835215428451?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/3799673835215428451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=3799673835215428451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/3799673835215428451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/3799673835215428451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-cant-help-it.html' title='Just can’t help it!'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-2732544233351888932</id><published>2009-03-30T10:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:20:06.933+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Buffalo – A new species</title><content type='html'>The other day at the office we were talking about pub food and I mentioned that I really miss the US Buffalo Wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our employees looked at me with a bit of hesitation and said-  “I never realised there were buffalos with wings”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor did I!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-2732544233351888932?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/2732544233351888932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=2732544233351888932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/2732544233351888932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/2732544233351888932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/03/flying-buffalo-new-species.html' title='Flying Buffalo – A new species'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-6155112460460198749</id><published>2009-03-20T16:04:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:28:44.389+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dispute Between Neighbours - a true story!</title><content type='html'>A town councillor in Wales , Mark Easton, had a beautiful view of the mountains, until a new neighbour purchased the land below his house and built a new home. The new home was 18 inches higher than the planning dept had approved, so Mark Easton, mad about his lost view, went to the local authority to make sure they enforced the roof line height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new neighbour had to drop the roof height, at great expense.Recently, Mark Easton called the planning dept, and informed them that his new neighbour had installed some vents on the side of his new property. Mark didn't like the look of these vents and asked the planning dept to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they went to Mark's home to see what the vents looked like, this is what they found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315133822832992210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/ScMmDROf39I/AAAAAAAAAJI/l8hvXzNL-M4/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315133921440798498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/ScMmJAkblyI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/WYc1ww9LMVg/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Local Authority said the vents can stay since there is no planning law referring to shutter design.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-6155112460460198749?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/6155112460460198749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=6155112460460198749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/6155112460460198749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/6155112460460198749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/03/dispute-between-neighbours-true-story.html' title='Dispute Between Neighbours - a true story!'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/ScMmDROf39I/AAAAAAAAAJI/l8hvXzNL-M4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-4816646950549028835</id><published>2009-03-16T17:42:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:45:12.372+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Who’s getting old?</title><content type='html'>My mom and her husband (Jan) from Sweden are visiting us for a few weeks. Kids are having a ball and Mom and Jan are really enjoying the kids too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered that we’ve all gotten a bit older in our own ways, and as for my mom it’s all about noise and having people around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day she commented that the house was so loud and that there were a lot of shouting. I quickly reminded her that it wasn’t that long ago when I used to come and visit their house on some weekends and complain that it was loud and that everyone was shouting. She said “hmm, you’re right” and left it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also found it frustrating that people were coming in and out of the house visiting without them/us having planned for it or known about it in advance. Again, I reminded her that as kids we all simply barged into friends’ houses and started playing. My mom nodded and went silent again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also discovered that I’m getting older and in some areas just like my parents.&lt;br /&gt;When I as a kid asked my mom what she wanted for Christmas or for her birthday, she used to say “Good kids”. I always found that a stupid answer and considered my mom a bit of a drag for wishing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad part is that when my kids asked me what I wanted for my birthday a few weeks back I said exactly that- good kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s even sadder is that I got an iron for Christmas...and was happy about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-4816646950549028835?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/4816646950549028835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=4816646950549028835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/4816646950549028835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/4816646950549028835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/03/whos-getting-old.html' title='Who’s getting old?'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-1862282643440801645</id><published>2009-03-13T11:46:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:32:11.776+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heaviest Element</title><content type='html'>Lawrence Livermore Laboratories has discovered the heaviest element yet known to science. The new element, *Governmentium* (symbol=Gv), has one*neutron*, 25 assistant neutrons, 88 deputy neutrons, and 198 assistant deputy neutrons, giving it an atomic mass of 312.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 312 particles are held together by forces called *morons*, which are surrounded by vast quantities of lepton-like particles called *peons*. Since Governmentium has no electrons, it is inert. However, it&lt;br /&gt;can be detected, because it impedes every reaction with which it comes into contact. A tiny amount of Governmentium can cause a reaction that would normally take less than a second, to take from 4 days to 4 years to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Governmentium has a normal half-life of 2 to 6 years. It does not decay, but instead undergoes a *reorganization* in which a portion of the assistant neutrons and deputy neutrons exchange places.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Governmentium's mass will actually increase over time, since each reorganization will cause more morons to become neutrons, forming *isodopes*. This characteristic of moron promotion leads some scientists to believe that Governmentium is formed whenever morons reach a critical concentration. This hypothetical quantity is referred to as *critical morass*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When catalyzed with money, Governmentium becomes *Administratium* (symbol=Ad), an element that radiates just as much energy as Governmentium, since it has half as many peons but twice as many morons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-1862282643440801645?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/1862282643440801645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=1862282643440801645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/1862282643440801645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/1862282643440801645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/03/heaviest-element.html' title='The Heaviest Element'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-5165731824630020884</id><published>2009-03-07T00:23:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:25:13.687+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Elevator Aggression</title><content type='html'>Walked up to an elevator yesterday and pressed the button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clearly stressed woman approached, gave me a forced smile and proceeded to press the button [despite me having done so already], not once, but repeatedly over and over!&lt;br /&gt;She kept pressing it with overly loud and irritating sighs, which for some reason made me  annoyed and I subsequently opened my big mouth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-          You know sweetheart, the elevator doesn’t get here faster just ‘cause you keep pressing the damn button.&lt;br /&gt;-          Asshole!&lt;br /&gt;-          [Bitch]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-5165731824630020884?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/5165731824630020884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=5165731824630020884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/5165731824630020884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/5165731824630020884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/03/elevator-aggression.html' title='Elevator Aggression'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-7748837823426774404</id><published>2009-02-24T16:30:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:32:50.715+11:00</updated><title type='text'>35th birthday - I could be at my prime!</title><content type='html'>So I finally reached the milestone of turning 35 years old. Some say that 70 is a lifetime which would make reaching 35 the first step toward the last half of your life, or as somebody so elegantly put it- “closer to wearing diapers rather than further from having worn them”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a miserable thought! So much so that I imagined my hairline instantly moving up just that little bit further whilst my sideburns were turning slightly grey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no fear, being a ‘glass half-full’ kinda’ person I decided to find something positive about turning 35, and it instantly hit me:&lt;br /&gt;If 70 is a lifetime and 35 subsequently being right smack in the middle of your life, then I’m neither too old nor too young- I’m simply in my prime! You could say ‘just right’! And, that my friends, is the story I’m sticking with!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks to all of you who so kindly pointed out that it’s “all downhill from here” and that I am now "old enough to play in the Masters’ tournament".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-7748837823426774404?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/7748837823426774404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=7748837823426774404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/7748837823426774404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/7748837823426774404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/02/35th-birthday-i-could-be-at-my-prime.html' title='35th birthday - I could be at my prime!'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-2763521701821573311</id><published>2009-02-20T14:10:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:12:19.824+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Toaster Terrorist</title><content type='html'>The other morning while getting dressed for work I hear my eldest daughter yell from the kitchen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Dad, can you put plastic in the toaster?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;In my normal fatherly fashion I answered – &lt;em&gt;“of course not, dummy!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just assumed that she and he brother were having one of their usual arguments about the world and what works or not, etc, so I didn’t think any more of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three minutes later as I enter the kitchen, which had a burnt smell to it, I discovered tongs, a knife, a wooden spoon, small pieces of cheese and a bunch of napkins right next to the toaster.&lt;br /&gt;Intrigued I looked inside the toaster and discovered that it was completely covered with melted cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter, in her infinite yet practical wisdom, decided that the quickest way to get melted cheese for her sandwich must be to put pre-sliced cheese directly into the toaster (I admit, it worked!)- at least she had removed the plastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, it didn’t exactly work out as she had planned, so she immediately launched into ‘disaster cover-up mode’ and attempted to remove the melted cheese from inside the toaster, hence the tools and other objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you can understand that didn’t quite work either, so she resorted to her secret and most powerful weapon – “&lt;em&gt;I love you dad”&lt;/em&gt; followed by a kiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I get angry?!?      Yep, at myself for not being able to stay angry with my daughter following her cheap trick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-2763521701821573311?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/2763521701821573311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=2763521701821573311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/2763521701821573311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/2763521701821573311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/02/toaster-terrorist.html' title='Toaster Terrorist'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-2691872487895585896</id><published>2009-02-19T09:35:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:38:02.958+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Regulations Gone Mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SZyNhkrZXKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/L-517bO5qHs/s1600-h/260xStory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304270069056494754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SZyNhkrZXKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/L-517bO5qHs/s400/260xStory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A No Kissing sign was unveiled at Warrington Bank Quay railway station in Warrington, England, Monday in a bid to cut delays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sign has been placed at the drop-off point, because departing passengers and drivers block access to the station with their vehicles while saying goodbye to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgin Rail says that if passengers want to share an embrace before they part company, they should pay to park their cars nearby where they can kiss all they want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-2691872487895585896?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/2691872487895585896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=2691872487895585896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/2691872487895585896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/2691872487895585896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/02/regulations-gone-mad.html' title='Regulations Gone Mad'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SZyNhkrZXKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/L-517bO5qHs/s72-c/260xStory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-127060326547109993</id><published>2009-02-18T17:54:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:58:36.655+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of my sense of humour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SZuxb-6rb8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/X8ZSF6mAK28/s1600-h/peggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304028080462589890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SZuxb-6rb8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/X8ZSF6mAK28/s400/peggy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7826717631342909478-127060326547109993?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/127060326547109993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=127060326547109993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/127060326547109993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/127060326547109993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/02/definition-of-my-sense-of-humour.html' title='Definition of my sense of humour'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SZuxb-6rb8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/X8ZSF6mAK28/s72-c/peggy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-1129570485903688799</id><published>2009-02-18T17:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:50:25.850+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Recruitment Ad</title><content type='html'>It’s a terrible thing to make fun of the competition, but today our administrator came across an ad that had as us all in stitches. The ad is for an Executive Assistant for a Government Branch Head (Assistant Secretary). My favourite part of the ad is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Assistant Secretary is extremely busy and will require someone who is flexible in the role.  For example, the role will require someone who is comfortable getting the Assistant Secretary's lunch,  otherwise, they probably would not have anything to eat.  If you would be comfortable with this then please read on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-1129570485903688799?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/1129570485903688799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=1129570485903688799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/1129570485903688799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/1129570485903688799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-recruitment-ad.html' title='Funny Recruitment Ad'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-3406608189989990352</id><published>2009-02-17T12:10:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:11:40.969+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pepsi or Cow’s urine?</title><content type='html'>A hardline Hindu organization, known for its opposition to "corrupting" Western food imports, is planning to launch a new soft drink made from cow's urine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bovine beverage is currently undergoing laboratory tests but no specific release dates have been confirmed as of yet.  The flavour is not yet known, but the producing organisation said the liquid produced by Hinduism's revered holy cows is being mixed with products such as aloe vera and gooseberry to fight diseases such as diabetes and cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spokesperson for the organisation stated that "cow urine offers a cure for around 70 to 80 incurable diseases like diabetes”. He further stated that they had not decided on a name or a price for the drink, and that although the drink will initially only be sold nationwide, he did not rule out international success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps ‘Muh Juice’ will finally have a literal meaning. Will they make a diet version?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-3406608189989990352?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/3406608189989990352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=3406608189989990352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/3406608189989990352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/3406608189989990352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/02/pepsi-or-cows-urine.html' title='Pepsi or Cow’s urine?'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-3775654349777702334</id><published>2009-02-09T15:43:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:46:32.196+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication Facilities Overkill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SY-0uEY9WVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/eYuvAkBIeSA/s1600-h/logos.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During this weekend’s multicultural festival in Canberra I ran into a guy I haven’t seen for 3 years. After a short conversation (courtesy of my restless son) we decided catch up for a beer in the near future. I entered his number on my mobile phone after which he pulled out a piece of paper which started to write something on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he was done he pointed to the paper and said: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“If you can’t get me on the mobile, just email me at work, and if I don’t return your email, just email me at home. I sometimes don’t check my emails so you can always try me on Facebook, or LinkedIn...actually you can try me on MySpace too if easier...”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a feeling it will take awhile to get a hold of him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-3775654349777702334?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/3775654349777702334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=3775654349777702334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/3775654349777702334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/3775654349777702334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/02/communication-facilities-overkill.html' title='Communication Facilities Overkill'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-8982378764636255416</id><published>2009-02-09T14:17:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:48:40.603+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Swenglish, or Svengelska – det nya språket (the new language)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SY-kChDO87I/AAAAAAAAAIY/CBSZXK7hR-k/s1600-h/sweden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300635649576989618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SY-kChDO87I/AAAAAAAAAIY/CBSZXK7hR-k/s400/sweden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After having been abroad for 16+ years it is evident that my native language is starting to take a bit of a beating. Words that never existed in the Swedish language (or did they?) has emerged to form part of my daily vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a few occasions I’ve received some less than flattering comments regarding my ‘new’ Swedish words, which I normally brush off with a laugh as I realise my mistake. A couple of times, however, I’ve been so convinced that I was right that I actually had to look them up. So far: them, 8 – me, 1. Clearly I’m losing this battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me highlight a few of these ‘new’ words that to me seem to be perfectly good Swedish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Limiterad&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;begränsad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intrigerad&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;em&gt;är inte helt säker vad det heter på svenska&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Länkat&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;em&gt;kopplat..ja, eller vad säger man när man har lagt en hyperlink?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Printa&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;em&gt;skriva ut (har förstått att detta ord används mycket i sverige numera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Pris] kvotering&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;em&gt;heter ju offert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rekvira&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;em&gt;behöver. Kommer från ‘require’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bidda&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;bjuda, som pa auktion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vankare&lt;/strong&gt; eller &lt;strong&gt;Tossare&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;em&gt;dönicke får man väl saga. Kommer från ‘wanker’ och ‘tosser’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorgligt nog så är dessa bara början!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-8982378764636255416?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/8982378764636255416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=8982378764636255416' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/8982378764636255416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/8982378764636255416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/02/swenglish-or-svengelska-det-nya-spraket.html' title='Swenglish, or Svengelska – det nya språket (the new language)'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SY-kChDO87I/AAAAAAAAAIY/CBSZXK7hR-k/s72-c/sweden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-7397764163765579857</id><published>2009-01-27T17:48:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:54:32.332+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I know</title><content type='html'>I have received confirmation from relevant 'authority' in relation to my blog posted 20 January 2009 - "The Virgin Mary can't be hot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so much better knowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-7397764163765579857?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/7397764163765579857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=7397764163765579857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/7397764163765579857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/7397764163765579857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-i-know.html' title='Now I know'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-5225796727538648132</id><published>2009-01-27T17:43:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:45:12.591+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart-ass remark?</title><content type='html'>Since childhood I’ve struggled to shut my mouth when observing someone doing something stupid. Can’t say much has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night around 11pm I passed by a clothing store where I spotted two women borderline climbing and staring through the shop window talking about that they’d like to try on that dress and that blouse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t help myself, so I walked over to point out the obvious – “I’m sorry ladies but they’re closed”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why they got so upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-5225796727538648132?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/5225796727538648132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=5225796727538648132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/5225796727538648132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/5225796727538648132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/01/smart-ass-remark.html' title='Smart-ass remark?'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-3064347706769373678</id><published>2009-01-27T17:29:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:31:24.856+11:00</updated><title type='text'>All Arabs and Muslims aren’t evil- despite what TV says</title><content type='html'>My sister keeps having fun at our Mom’s expense by being upset about her dating, or at least claiming to date, Muslims or Arabs, which to our Mom is exactly the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my sister pointed out on her blog (Sun 25/1/09), dating a Muslim/Arab is apparently dangerous- at least according to TV and movies, which according to many small-town Swedish people, is always a true reflection of how the world really works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine her horror when I, 10 years ago, called her from an island in the Caribbean to tell her I was marrying a Lebanese?!?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All worked out good, and I love my Mom, but a little less reliance in western media would go a long way. They’re not all evil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-3064347706769373678?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/3064347706769373678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=3064347706769373678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/3064347706769373678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/3064347706769373678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-arabs-and-muslims-arent-evil.html' title='All Arabs and Muslims aren’t evil- despite what TV says'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-5091515514875583552</id><published>2009-01-21T10:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:56:17.131+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Moments in Presidential Speeches</title><content type='html'>Watched Barack Obama’s inauguration speech, which really wasn’t bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;What really got me was his message to all religious and political leaders (the fanatic ones): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Remember- your people will judge you by what you can build, not what you destroy”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this goes down in history as a well quoted line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-5091515514875583552?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/5091515514875583552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=5091515514875583552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/5091515514875583552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/5091515514875583552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-moments-in-presidential-speeches.html' title='Great Moments in Presidential Speeches'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-694046366464777164</id><published>2009-01-20T14:31:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:31:56.719+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know..?</title><content type='html'>In Peru you can’t get fired for being drunk at work. The country’s High Court said so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-694046366464777164?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/694046366464777164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=694046366464777164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/694046366464777164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/694046366464777164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know..?'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-309046349076251140</id><published>2009-01-20T11:58:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:00:20.562+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stig revealed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SXUh_1lEn-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/7-0ZQ7jfY3k/s1600-h/stig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293174317641932770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SXUh_1lEn-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/7-0ZQ7jfY3k/s400/stig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Say it ain’t so!? Why would anyone in their right mind do such a thing? The whole point with the Stig is not knowing who he is! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now some idiot wanna-be big-shot reporter at a small town paper wants to make a name for himself by pissing off the vast majority of motoring world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure there is a law in some country somewhere, where they apply severe punishments for such idiocy- let’s all chip in and buy this wanker a one-way ticket to this country! &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/7826717631342909478-309046349076251140?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/309046349076251140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=309046349076251140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/309046349076251140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/309046349076251140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/01/stig-revealed.html' title='The Stig revealed'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SXUh_1lEn-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/7-0ZQ7jfY3k/s72-c/stig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-1848187494640272431</id><published>2009-01-20T09:44:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:48:19.973+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hot Saint?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SXUCyBj4obI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_ukss2Vw3iY/s1600-h/mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293139995479548338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SXUCyBj4obI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_ukss2Vw3iY/s400/mary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A prominent fashion designer has sparked outrage in Chile by dressing up models like the Virgin Mary - in some cases with ample, near-naked breasts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Roman Catholic Church condemned Ricardo Oyarzun's plans for a show featuring the models, and a conservative group tried unsuccessfully to block it in court. Oyarzun said he had received telephone threats and had excrement smeared on his doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"There is no pornography here, there's no sex, there are no virgins menstruating or feeling each other up," Oyarzun said ahead of the catwalk show set to be held at a Santiago nightclub later on Thursday. "This is artistic expression." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said his designs - which include halos, look as though they come from a nativity scene and include religious icons - were inspired by the Virgin Mary but not intended to represent her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even it was meant to be the Virgin Mary- why couldn’t she be hot? I’m sure Joseph wouldn’t mind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-1848187494640272431?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.reuters.com/article/oddlyEnoughNews/idUSTRE50F5DJ20090116' title='A Hot Saint?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/1848187494640272431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=1848187494640272431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/1848187494640272431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/1848187494640272431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/01/hot-saint.html' title='A Hot Saint?'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SXUCyBj4obI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_ukss2Vw3iY/s72-c/mary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-3765594627149343941</id><published>2009-01-20T09:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:35:41.875+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The little things that annoy me</title><content type='html'>Email to local book store:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi, Do you have the following book in stock?&lt;br /&gt;Brethren Trilogy 2: Crusade by Robyn Young. ISBN 9780340839744&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Patrik Nilsson&lt;br /&gt;[phone number]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good morning Patrik,&lt;br /&gt;No I'm sorry we don't have it in stock but I can order it in for you, its distributed through one of my bigger suppliers and they have it in stock so it would take about a 7-10 days and costs $19.99. If you'd like to order it email us with your full name and your best day time contact number or call us on [phone number].&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your inquiry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[name]&lt;br /&gt;Assistant Manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How silly of me to forget to include my middle name and country code!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-3765594627149343941?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/3765594627149343941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=3765594627149343941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/3765594627149343941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/3765594627149343941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-things-that-annoy-me.html' title='The little things that annoy me'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-6757468093560791870</id><published>2009-01-16T10:01:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:03:27.575+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Prioritising News Stories a la Western Media</title><content type='html'>This morning’s news on TV started with a 30 second story of how Gaza is being bombed to bits and how Israel even managed to blow up the critical food supplies provided by UN, all accompanied by some really horrifying footage.  The news reader covered this story in a cold matter-of-fact kind of way which made it sound like the story was more routine for her rather than news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gaza story was immediately followed by what the news reader at one stage referred to as “really terrifying”- a plane in US had to make an emergency landing on the Hudson river.  The tone of her voice was now serious and she was evidently moved as commented on “those poor 136 passengers who were forced to stand on the wings in minus 6 degrees waiting for rescue”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Western media have certainly got their priorities right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-6757468093560791870?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/6757468093560791870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=6757468093560791870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/6757468093560791870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/6757468093560791870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/01/prioritising-news-stories-la-western.html' title='Prioritising News Stories a la Western Media'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-388404913303223721</id><published>2009-01-10T18:09:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:10:27.580+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in a Vicious Circle</title><content type='html'>- Decisions can be hard to make.&lt;br /&gt;- What can be even harder is to make a decision to make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;- Making a decision to make a decision to make a decision isn’t quite as hard but it’s certainly more complicated.&lt;br /&gt;- Making a decision to....well, you get the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-388404913303223721?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/388404913303223721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=388404913303223721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/388404913303223721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/388404913303223721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/01/caught-in-vicious-circle.html' title='Caught in a Vicious Circle'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-4195195429170029974</id><published>2009-01-05T16:16:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:16:52.613+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday needed after holiday</title><content type='html'>Had a great holiday with a jam-packed schedule (although the actual ‘planning’ was very ad lib) from morning til bedtime.  Kids had a ball, as did I and all other family members and friends- a good result in other words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble is that I am now more tired than I was before the holidays, and I was pretty exhausted back then. Not sure why people always cram in so many activities during the days when they really need a bit of rest!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another case of the old cliché “I need a holiday to recover from my holiday”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-4195195429170029974?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/4195195429170029974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=4195195429170029974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/4195195429170029974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/4195195429170029974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2009/01/holiday-needed-after-holiday.html' title='Holiday needed after holiday'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-7386397654718241571</id><published>2008-12-18T14:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:07:34.335+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch 22</title><content type='html'>Being really tired is one of the worst feelings I know, unless of course you have the kind of life where you can just give in to that feeling and lay to and rest whenever you want or need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself in a situation where I am desperate for a break. Unfortunately, given the type of break (Christmas=family holidays with lots of parties) I am afraid I will be even more tired than now when it’s all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a catch 22- I need the break as I’m really tired, but the break will make me exhausted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the beach, a good book and a cigar will have to wait a few more years. The kids can’t live with us forever- I hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-7386397654718241571?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/7386397654718241571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=7386397654718241571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/7386397654718241571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/7386397654718241571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/12/catch-22.html' title='Catch 22'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-2437562306611460368</id><published>2008-12-09T16:09:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:02.545+11:00</updated><title type='text'>More stress and less time with kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/ST39xy_s53I/AAAAAAAAAHY/DupHUYRUKYY/s1600-h/clock+images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277653370292463474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/ST39xy_s53I/AAAAAAAAAHY/DupHUYRUKYY/s400/clock+images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I was a kid it seemed like our parents had all the time in the world for us, and they never appeared to suffer any kind of stress. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I’m a parent myself, I stress daily over the fact that I don’t feel like I have enough time to spend with my kids. When I raise my concerns over this, the standard response from people is that “younger people are so much busier these days”- bit of a cliché if you ask me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let’s analyse this- what are we (‘younger people’) doing today that our parents didn’t do 30 years ago? Sure, we work longer hours than they did, but for what? Material stuff? Well, yes, that is one of the reason my generation works more- regardless how stupid and soulless it may seem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else are we doing that take up so much more of our time and stressing us out? The short answer is that I just don’t know! Clearly we are doing something wrong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-2437562306611460368?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/2437562306611460368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=2437562306611460368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/2437562306611460368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/2437562306611460368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-stress-and-less-time-with-kids.html' title='More stress and less time with kids'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/ST39xy_s53I/AAAAAAAAAHY/DupHUYRUKYY/s72-c/clock+images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-800578153685582473</id><published>2008-12-06T13:45:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:45:35.450+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things never change</title><content type='html'>When my eldest daughter was born, she had a really big head. 7 years later she still has a big head!  Same problem- different reason!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-800578153685582473?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/800578153685582473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=800578153685582473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/800578153685582473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/800578153685582473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-things-never-change.html' title='Some things never change'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-4758650440422554832</id><published>2008-12-06T13:23:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:25:54.105+11:00</updated><title type='text'>No Incentive to be Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/STniak0Z0hI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wIXCHOFPNNE/s1600-h/CA8QDAX5CA90FQQ4CAUR9PV8CAJQT8GTCAQSZA74CAAZATNVCA46COUGCAH67VUVCACJ8ZUTCA9EWSWOCA9IFWEUCA4DU2I5CAHB3Y35CALS52K1CATX185MCA0ODZXKCAVX5REGCAY3L60SCAU5YVY1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276497384629195282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/STniak0Z0hI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wIXCHOFPNNE/s400/CA8QDAX5CA90FQQ4CAUR9PV8CAJQT8GTCAQSZA74CAAZATNVCA46COUGCAH67VUVCACJ8ZUTCA9EWSWOCA9IFWEUCA4DU2I5CAHB3Y35CALS52K1CATX185MCA0ODZXKCAVX5REGCAY3L60SCAU5YVY1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I was a kid and went through my confirmation classes I was taught that ‘if you break Gods laws you go to hell’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simultaneously, I was taught that if I was truly sorry for my sins then I’d be forgiven and granted access to Heaven. I even remember asking my priest (or Vicar- he was a protestant) if this applied to any sin I’d committed to which he responded that this was the case if I was truly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...if I have a bad night and accidently end up shooting 36 people, rape 14 goats and assault 3 beavers and a tree frog, but really regret it, at least on my death bed, I’d be OK and the gates of Heaven will open up for me. I can see why the Devil invented fatal accidents, ‘cause if people had time to regret their sins he’d probably go out of business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if all you have to do is be sorry after a life of being bad, then there’s no real incentive to be good, is there?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-4758650440422554832?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/4758650440422554832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=4758650440422554832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/4758650440422554832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/4758650440422554832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-incentive-to-be-good.html' title='No Incentive to be Good'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/STniak0Z0hI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wIXCHOFPNNE/s72-c/CA8QDAX5CA90FQQ4CAUR9PV8CAJQT8GTCAQSZA74CAAZATNVCA46COUGCAH67VUVCACJ8ZUTCA9EWSWOCA9IFWEUCA4DU2I5CAHB3Y35CALS52K1CATX185MCA0ODZXKCAVX5REGCAY3L60SCAU5YVY1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-8241469145661453258</id><published>2008-12-02T12:56:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:01:03.264+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Zero Tolerance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/STSWhkYeH-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/u1-h_XGgA1U/s1600-h/cop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275006567003856866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/STSWhkYeH-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/u1-h_XGgA1U/s400/cop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back in the 90’s the then Mayor of New York, Rudy Giuliani, introduced the ‘zero tolerance’ policy against crimes. This harsh yet highly successful approach to fighting crimes spread like wildfire across the western world, and it would appear as if it has now reached Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few days ago a motor scooter rider in central Taiwan was held at gunpoint during a traffic stop for not wearing a safety helmet. After a police car whistled to the scooter to pull over, the officer pulled a gun on the 54-year-old female rider, who was wearing a hat but not a helmet, and ordered her not to move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what happens if you run a red light?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-8241469145661453258?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/8241469145661453258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=8241469145661453258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/8241469145661453258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/8241469145661453258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/12/zero-tolerance.html' title='Zero Tolerance'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/STSWhkYeH-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/u1-h_XGgA1U/s72-c/cop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-1418405733741285897</id><published>2008-12-02T11:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:01:00.664+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I received another hate email...</title><content type='html'>On the 14th of November I wrote about an Islamic preacher who got imprisoned for failing to divorce 82 of his 86 wives. I actually saw the comic side of this and made a comment that implied that a man must be nuts for having 86 wives when 1 seems to be hard work enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know that I would receive hate emails as a result of this- certainly not from two women (have received emails like this in the past though). I will say, however, that I have no regrets about what I wrote and I do not consider myself having insulted Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, in accordance with Sharia (Islamic law) it is illegal to have more than 4 wives, which is what the Preacher got charged and imprisoned for in the first place, so perhaps I’m not the one insulting Islam?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding my comment- I meant this to be a joke, and since it’s my joke I reserve the right to publish it on my blog- it will not be removed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Preacher had 4100% more wives than allowed- that’s the real insult. I thank you, Yasmeen and Taahira, for your comments and concerns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-1418405733741285897?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/1418405733741285897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=1418405733741285897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/1418405733741285897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/1418405733741285897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-received-another-hate-email.html' title='I received another hate email...'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-735884778551484917</id><published>2008-12-01T16:54:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:34:31.216+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotisserie Australiana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/STOCphC_tXI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GAYsfHHxZuA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274703238338164082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/STOCphC_tXI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GAYsfHHxZuA/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are many things I love about Australia but the sun isn’t one of them. Well, not necessarily the sun itself but certainly the rays, or perhaps it is the lack of ozone...or a combination of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went beach fishing for a few hours yesterday morning and managed yet again to get seriously sun burnt! We did have some sunscreen (although we ran out) but I find it only protects to certain point. At least I had a long sleeve shirt (at the beach?!) and a hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However prepared, the reflection from the ocean and wearing only shorts my face and neck along with my legs and hands now have the same colour as a cooked lobster. A man in this condition could easily lose his sense of humour when putting socks and shoes on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been an ongoing problem, and one summer I decided to hide inside a beach tent where I thought I’d be safe from roasting. Unfortunately my right foot was sticking out so I ended up burning the sole of my foot- didn’t even know you could burn there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my pigmentation is just a little too keen as I can burn in the Australian sun in about 30 minutes. It’s actually become a bit embarrassing and somewhat of a bad joke that I’m not able to play on the beach with my kids nor go swimming for more than 10-15 minutes. Walking around in a tracksuit isn’t my idea of fun at the beach, and besides, even if I did I’d still burn my hands and feet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A kingdom for a clear and completely waterproof sunscreen spf 10,000 I say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-735884778551484917?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/735884778551484917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=735884778551484917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/735884778551484917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/735884778551484917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/12/rotisserie-australiana.html' title='Rotisserie Australiana'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/STOCphC_tXI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GAYsfHHxZuA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-160283183965997768</id><published>2008-11-14T22:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:53:09.884+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the day- Pharmaceutical Conspiracy No 37</title><content type='html'>Back in the good old 60’s people took LSD to make the world crazy. Now when the world is crazy, people take Prozac to make the world normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-160283183965997768?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/160283183965997768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=160283183965997768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/160283183965997768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/160283183965997768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/11/thought-of-day-pharmaceutical.html' title='Thought of the day- Pharmaceutical Conspiracy No 37'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-9011121786226483283</id><published>2008-11-14T13:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T13:04:56.327+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sucker for Punishment?</title><content type='html'>The authorities in central Niger state charged Mohammed Bello with "insulting religious" creed and "unlawful marriages" after local chiefs and Muslim leaders gave him a September 7, 2008 deadline to comply with Sharia, Islamic law, which allows a man to have no more than four wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 84-year-old Islamic preacher with 86 wives was jailed after he failed to comply to divorce all but four of the women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one wife, whom I’m madly in love with, but she sure is a handful. Having ‘challenging’ wives seems to be a pretty common thing among men these days, so what in the name of God would persuade a man to have 86 of them?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, he’s got 170 kids- tough break for Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-9011121786226483283?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/9011121786226483283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=9011121786226483283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/9011121786226483283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/9011121786226483283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/11/sucker-for-punishment.html' title='A Sucker for Punishment?'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-5304243643936298358</id><published>2008-11-11T17:49:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:52:36.054+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Motivation</title><content type='html'>In my current business (recruitment) I frequently do a lot of work for no pay at all. This can of course put a major dent in your motivation and there are days when you simply can’t get over ‘losses’ worth tens of thousands- &lt;strong&gt;occupational hazard&lt;/strong&gt; they call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real trick is to get the motivation back although a particular strategy or approach may not work every time. So you have to look for new things or ways to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a couple of those days recently where nothing worked. My eldest daughter looked at me and asked what my problem was (cheeky little shit) to which I explained that I lost some money at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She immediately slapped in the face and told me to "&lt;strong&gt;get over it"&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the shock of my daughter slapping me must have worked ‘cause I’m back to my normal self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess sometimes you don’t need to look hard for motivation- it could be right in front of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-5304243643936298358?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/5304243643936298358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=5304243643936298358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/5304243643936298358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/5304243643936298358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/11/finding-motivation.html' title='Finding Motivation'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-3562305288273554950</id><published>2008-09-05T13:57:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:32:57.111+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Humiliation – A New or Returning Trend for Punishment?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SMCurGP3TFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FcreVHPfMV8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242382021694016594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="117" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SMCurGP3TFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FcreVHPfMV8/s400/images.jpg" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shanghai police will post photos and videos of jaywalkers in newspapers and on TV in a bid to shame them out of breaking traffic rules. Offending pedestrians, moped riders and cyclists would be snapped at selected intersections and their images put in regular columns and on special television programs set up by police. A local lawyer was quoted saying "It's a principle of law that a penalty should match the seriousness of the crime".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaywalking is a way of life in major Chinese cities, where crossing roads legally can be a hair-raising battle of nerves with oncoming cars disinclined to give way to pedestrians. Traffic police recorded 7.78 million jaywalking violations at Shanghai intersections in the first eight months of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scheme had come under fire from lawyers who said public humiliation was too steep a punishment for jaywalking and warned of defamation lawsuits against police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting thing about all this is that during the 1700 and 1800’s similar punishments were very common in Northern Europe- the log punishment, whereby the person being punished has his or her legs firmly shackled in logs and placed outside the church door along the roadside for public inspection, or the pillory which consisted of hinged wooden boards that formed holes through which the head and/or various limbs were inserted and the boards locked together to secure the captive. These pillories were set up in marketplaces and crossroads to hold petty criminals, often with a placecard detailing the crime nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do say that fashion is cyclical and it would seem that this is also the case for public humiliation as punishment. Then again- the British tabloids have been around for awhile so perhaps it’s not a new or reoccurring trend after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-3562305288273554950?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/3562305288273554950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=3562305288273554950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/3562305288273554950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/3562305288273554950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/09/public-humiliation-new-of-reoccurring.html' title='Public Humiliation – A New or Returning Trend for Punishment?'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SMCurGP3TFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FcreVHPfMV8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-8149543522405186653</id><published>2008-08-29T00:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:34:44.330+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Opportunity for New Yorkers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SLa2D6MAuTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zVCSCiNHrKI/s1600-h/rat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239575394767649074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="140" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SLa2D6MAuTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zVCSCiNHrKI/s200/rat.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The global economic pressures are evidently not sparing anyone, and if you don’t believe me, well, here's the proof- the price of rat meat(!!!) in Cambodia has quadrupled in the past year from 31 cents to $1.28 per kg. Who saw that coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to expensive rat meat, Cambodia is currently experiencing high unemployment, whilst the City of New York has twenty times the amount of rats than humans- a real problem for NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a thought- send 2,000 Cambodians to NY for two months to chase rats (=job creation and solving rat-overpopulation problem), let them keep keep/eat 5% of all rats caught (=food and supplementary income) and send them to Cambodia for 50 cents a kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Yorkers would get rid of the rats and in the process make some extra money to...I don’t know- polish the Statue of Liberty or something. Guess I don’t need to spell out the benefits for Cambodia?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should all pressure our Governments to think outside the square. I mean, think about it- who would have ever thought about importing labour to fix a serious problem, which would in turn lead to exports to a country in demand of such a sought-after commodity as rat meat?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-8149543522405186653?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.reuters.com/article/oddlyEnoughNews/idUSBKK27922820080828' title='Business Opportunity for New Yorkers'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/8149543522405186653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=8149543522405186653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/8149543522405186653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/8149543522405186653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/08/business-opportunity-for-new-yorkers.html' title='Business Opportunity for New Yorkers'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SLa2D6MAuTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zVCSCiNHrKI/s72-c/rat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-6263562963293207494</id><published>2008-08-28T11:56:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:42:39.718+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Public Nudity Effective?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SLYGJbBl85I/AAAAAAAAAE8/KvpslonRa_g/s1600-h/3447786819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239381975435178898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SLYGJbBl85I/AAAAAAAAAE8/KvpslonRa_g/s200/3447786819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just read an article (and watched the TV clip) in the Swedish newspaper Aftonbladet, about two women showering naked right smack in the middle of Stockholm’s central square. They claim they did to raise awareness for the environment, animal welfare and for the poor people of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the two showering activists was quoting how many litres of water it took to produce 1 kg of meat and how many showers that equalled annually. The sign on their very minimal shower screen called people to clear their conscience and become a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this effective you ask? Well, I for one agree that taking your clothes off is a highly effective way to get attention. In this particular case, however, I think it may have had a slightly different effect, as I am quite sure the majority of the male spectator got a real hunger for flesh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-6263562963293207494?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/6263562963293207494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=6263562963293207494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/6263562963293207494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/6263562963293207494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-public-nudity-effective.html' title='Is Public Nudity Effective?'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SLYGJbBl85I/AAAAAAAAAE8/KvpslonRa_g/s72-c/3447786819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-1495059219804685290</id><published>2008-08-16T23:50:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:13:14.961+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Olympic Sports?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SKbdmzUYg2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Bw1eA4oeQMs/s1600-h/funny_sports_pictures_17.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235115275545248610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SKbdmzUYg2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Bw1eA4oeQMs/s200/funny_sports_pictures_17.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SKbdBfAXL8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/s_-GOvjrRQ4/s1600-h/funny_sports_pictures_17.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Thursday my creative sister published some suggestions relating to how to improve the Olympics and make sports  more interesting (&lt;em&gt;see link on the right-&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;How to Open a Coconut&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her suggestion focussed on combining existing sports thereby making them more challenging and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These included:&lt;br /&gt;• 100 m Fencing&lt;br /&gt;• Synchronised Swim Boxing (two teams of synchronised swimmers would launch team members wearing boxing gloves at the other team to try to disturb their routine)&lt;br /&gt;• Underwater Hurdles&lt;br /&gt;• Synchronised Ski-jump Shooting&lt;br /&gt;• Triple Javelin Jump&lt;br /&gt;• Ice Tennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got inspired by this and came up with a few suggestions myself:&lt;br /&gt;• Triple pole vault jump&lt;br /&gt;• Canoe archery&lt;br /&gt;• 400m high jump (instead of hurdles set the high jump bar at 2m)&lt;br /&gt;• Basketball Tae Kwon Do (full contact basketball)&lt;br /&gt;• Underwater wrestling (truly a test of strenght, stamina and holding your breath)&lt;br /&gt;• Ski jump discus (throw the disc while in the air)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and for the real challenge- synchronised Triathlon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have a bit of a chuckle when I thought of how funny it would look to combine hockey and equestrian, only to realise that the English already invented Polo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-1495059219804685290?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/1495059219804685290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=1495059219804685290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/1495059219804685290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/1495059219804685290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/08/future-olympic-sports.html' title='Future Olympic Sports?'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SKbdmzUYg2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Bw1eA4oeQMs/s72-c/funny_sports_pictures_17.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-829696883698657755</id><published>2008-07-31T09:09:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:11:46.108+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday drivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SJD0_GFfwGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gZ7cQG0DPBM/s1600-h/slow_drivers_sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SJD0_GFfwGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gZ7cQG0DPBM/s320/slow_drivers_sized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228948532179746914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find driving to work in the mornings the most frustrating time of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up the word ‘Rush’ in a dictionary: &lt;em&gt;‘to move, act, or progress with &lt;strong&gt;speed&lt;/strong&gt;, impetuosity, or violence’&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call it ‘Rush hour’ for a reason.   Canberra drivers- LOOK IT UP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-829696883698657755?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/829696883698657755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=829696883698657755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/829696883698657755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/829696883698657755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-drivers.html' title='Sunday drivers'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SJD0_GFfwGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gZ7cQG0DPBM/s72-c/slow_drivers_sized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-280905445274719176</id><published>2008-07-30T23:02:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:04:10.530+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose your words carefully around a six year-old</title><content type='html'>A few months ago my kids got a small aquarium with 4 fish from their aunt.  Despite my warnings they struggle with the concept of only feeding them twice daily, so the fish have all gotten a bit ‘overweight’. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Last week one of the fish died so my wife flushed him. When my son discovered that one fish was missing I told him that “the fish ate himself to death”.&lt;br /&gt;My son’s yaw dropped and he asked- “how could the fish eat himself?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-280905445274719176?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/280905445274719176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=280905445274719176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/280905445274719176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/280905445274719176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/07/choose-your-words-carefully-around-six.html' title='Choose your words carefully around a six year-old'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-8915360894053241335</id><published>2008-07-30T22:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:44:18.097+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The grass is greener...</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine said something really funny the other day-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I believe the grass is greener on the other side because my asshole neighbour is ignoring the city’s water restrictions” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-8915360894053241335?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/8915360894053241335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=8915360894053241335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/8915360894053241335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/8915360894053241335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/07/grass-is-greener.html' title='The grass is greener...'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-2493129047751273234</id><published>2008-07-14T10:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T10:21:16.614+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Aim High!</title><content type='html'>Last week I had a 22 year old school drop-out applying for a CFO role that we advertised. His most recent jobs include stacking shelves at a local grocery store, 4 months as a sales assistant at Radio Shack and 8 months as a truck driver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked him what relevant qualifications, skills and experience he had he replied that he was great at math in school and that he’s a real go-getter. He also added that he figured a Chief Financial Officer’s role couldn’t be too hard with a sophisticated calculator and that he likes to aim high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He aimed high alright!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-2493129047751273234?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/2493129047751273234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=2493129047751273234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/2493129047751273234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/2493129047751273234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/07/aim-high.html' title='Aim High!'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-3338178028324491484</id><published>2008-07-11T14:04:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:08:20.312+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma missing the target!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Went to grab some take-out lunch today but discovered to my horror that the restaurant that I had my mind set on was closed for renovations. So I decided to go the restaurant next door which cook similar food and really isn’t bad at all. Well, they were closed too! Don’t know why but I suspect the chef may have been too stoned- she usually smiles at me with a foggy happy smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I was pretty irritated and couldn’t be bothered walking around the whole area for something else, so I decided to order some Indian food, ignoring the fact that I don’t really care for it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SHbcN299PyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YtJk9ic2G8M/s1600-h/indian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221602948634459938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SHbcN299PyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YtJk9ic2G8M/s320/indian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SHbb8dUO2SI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rbJm9RQwhco/s1600-h/indian.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was greeted in the normal Indian fashion (referring to the accent and vocabulary) and proceeded to order rice with Beef Vindalu and Tandoori Chicken accompanied by an ice tea. I take out my wallet and the ‘curteous’ little (he was short) Indian man told me it was $16.50 plus $3.00 for the drink. I nearly fell off my chair- figuratively speaking. $16.50 for Indian take-out?!?&lt;br /&gt;He noticed my hesitation and laughingly said “If you would’ve gotten two curries it would only have costed you $10, hahaha”. So I told him that he could have told me this earlier and that it would be the right thing to only charge me $10- particularly since they would not only save on the portions (since I had two curries in the one container) but also a whole serving of rice, to which he [again] laughingly responded that “haha, that is not how it works- it is not my fault...haha...”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did the only honourable thing I could think of and simply told him that he was absolutely right- it was not his fault, followed by a short “kiss my ass” and a quick turn on my heels and headed towards the door. At this point I heard someone in the background yelling “Hello, Sir, Sir, No, come back Sir”. It was the owner, so I stopped. This man, who took politeness to a whole new level, spent the best part of three minutes apologising and calling his nephew many colourful and creative names (son-of-cowdung was my favourite). I was still hungry, so I interrupted him and thanked him for his apology, to which he took the food I had ordered along with the drink and a bag of Indian bread and said “$10 for you Sir, please”. I accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I’m not vindictive by nature, I did feel very good when the laughing Mr Cow-dung got his head chewed off by his uncle the Boss. Unfortunately, I’m afraid he got the final laughter as the food was terrible and I had to make myself a sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma, you were so close to getting it right. &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/7826717631342909478-3338178028324491484?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/3338178028324491484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=3338178028324491484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/3338178028324491484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/3338178028324491484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/07/karma-missing-target.html' title='Karma missing the target!'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SHbcN299PyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YtJk9ic2G8M/s72-c/indian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-8782753068840880097</id><published>2008-07-01T13:00:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T13:08:48.002+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Loss of a Great Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SGmfEQPAt5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/BRVhWsORriY/s1600-h/cross1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217876538711652242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="181" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SGmfEQPAt5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/BRVhWsORriY/s320/cross1.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday my family and I suffered a great loss with the passing of my Grandfather. Rather than mourning his death I’d like to celebrate his life and the contribution he made- he was man who actually made this world a better place for so many people. His kindness and compassion was unsurpassed and somehow he always seemed to make a lasting impression on the people he met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always considered my relationship with him as very special and the hole he leaves in my sole is only filled by the good memories, the kids and grandkids he helped raising. I should be so lucky as to become even half the man he was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although sorely missed, I am also relieved that he finally found peace after so many years of pain and suffering. I only hope that my grandmother (whom I do worry about) will seize this ‘freedom’ from being a long-term caretaker and enjoy the rest of her life as best as she’s able. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May he rest in peace!&lt;/div&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/7826717631342909478-8782753068840880097?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/8782753068840880097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=8782753068840880097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/8782753068840880097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/8782753068840880097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/07/loss-of-great-man.html' title='The Loss of a Great Man'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SGmfEQPAt5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/BRVhWsORriY/s72-c/cross1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-7295020020018380147</id><published>2008-06-17T00:26:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:35:32.014+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Masters of Philisophy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SFZ5Y6_2kfI/AAAAAAAAADs/0HJvFwHAuTQ/s1600-h/dc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212487087788823026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="275" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SFZ5Y6_2kfI/AAAAAAAAADs/0HJvFwHAuTQ/s320/dc2.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have always been a fan of quotes of great wisdom and intelligence- the type of quotes that live on forever, provokes intelligent debates, inspires and moves people, and brings immortality to the authors of such quotes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how can you deny the pure genius of quotes such as &lt;em&gt;“I am indebted to my father for living, but to my teacher for living well”&lt;/em&gt; (Alexander the Great), or &lt;em&gt;“Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old”&lt;/em&gt; (Franz Kafka), or perhaps even &lt;em&gt;“From error to error, one discovers the entire truth”&lt;/em&gt; (Sigmund Freud), and arguably the greatest of all &lt;em&gt;“In the practice of tolerance, one's enemy is the best teacher”&lt;/em&gt; (Dalai Lama)...really, I can go on forever! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These insightful geniuses and master philosophers have certainly earned their rightful place in history, and I think it’s time we induct yet another connoisseur of the art of philosophy into this highly esteemed hall of immortality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am referring to a man so great and inspiring that I once even considered trying to buy the Mad Cow virus on the black market. This oratorical master has blessed the world with more legendary quotes than what could fit on a 500Gb hard drive, so I went through the gruesome and difficult task of selcting a few that most certainly will go down in history: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;“There are two places to find the truth. First God and then Fox News”&lt;br /&gt;“It's not nice to talk about crazy people behind their backs”&lt;br /&gt;“With all that's going on in the world these days, who among us hasn't wanted to take an axe to a priest?”&lt;br /&gt;“Soul, that's a religious thing. State... church... it's unconstitutional for the United States to have a soul”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the one I heard on tonight’s episode: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;“It’s better to want something you don’t have rather than to have something you don’t want” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truly inspiring words. Nietzsche, Pythagoras, Voltaire and Mackie- all masters of their own time, and in our time there is a new master and his name is- Denny Crane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-7295020020018380147?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/7295020020018380147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=7295020020018380147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/7295020020018380147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/7295020020018380147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/06/masters-of-philisophy.html' title='Masters of Philisophy'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SFZ5Y6_2kfI/AAAAAAAAADs/0HJvFwHAuTQ/s72-c/dc2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-4016839982770195686</id><published>2008-06-10T10:45:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T10:48:34.078+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Habits that cracks me up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SE3PDcA22bI/AAAAAAAAADU/JE27N_heXuw/s1600-h/ScotchTape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210048001903876530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="159" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SE3PDcA22bI/AAAAAAAAADU/JE27N_heXuw/s320/ScotchTape.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The thing that really fascinates me are all those strange and sometimes hilarious behaviours, habits and conditions. Whilst watching an episode of Boston Legal last night I learnt about Objectophilia (expressing love for an object, even sexually) which had me in stitches! I did read something about this a few weeks ago in an article about this guy having sex (in the exhaust) with an old car, but I was too busy laughing rather than paying attention to the actual condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My colleague, who has no bizarre conditions or syndromes that I am aware of, does have a very strange habit- putting tape on his face, ears and lips and then pulling it off! He’ll go through a roll in a week or two without using even a single inch for its intended purpose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have asked him many times why he does it but I usually get an empty stare. Today, however, I got an interesting reply- “my lips are dry and the tape helps me take the dry skin off”. This curious answer made me ask him what the reason was all the other days, but again an empty stare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His theory is interesting though- what if it works? I have seen beauty parlours sell very expensive nose strips to remove black-heads so perhaps he’s on to something- a cheaper option perhaps? Either way, putting pieces of clear tape on your ears, forehead and cheeks does look bizarre yet immensely funny- who am I to stop this harmless little habit of his? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-4016839982770195686?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/4016839982770195686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=4016839982770195686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/4016839982770195686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/4016839982770195686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/06/habits-that-cracks-me-up.html' title='Habits that cracks me up'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SE3PDcA22bI/AAAAAAAAADU/JE27N_heXuw/s72-c/ScotchTape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-418751982128956117</id><published>2008-06-09T23:15:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T00:15:12.082+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Generations X, Y, and...F(?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SE0ty_QlxkI/AAAAAAAAADM/T2O06WqfZhg/s1600-h/female+symbol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209870697935259202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="140" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SE0ty_QlxkI/AAAAAAAAADM/T2O06WqfZhg/s320/female+symbol.jpg" width="94" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wouldn’t go so far as to call myself an expert on the subject but rather a keen and reasonably educated student of the characteristics of the different generations currently found in our workforce. In fact, I’ve even written a paper on the subject which when converted to an essay for my MBA earned me a Distinction with a symbolic ‘+’ added for extra effect- thank you Professor M for that inspirational and highly motivational gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What strikes me about the different generations is just how different they really are, particularly as far as values and behaviour is concerned. But let’s not delve into the various characteristics but rather focus on the emergence of a new generation- Generation F. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proudly brought to us by our friends at the Equal Opportunity for Women in the Workplace Agency (EOWA), whom I suspect is the new generation (pardon the pun) of the former Office of Status of Women of the Department of Prime Minister and Cabinet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would be the first male to admit that women are special, in fact I would even be the first to celebrate that very fact. That said, I have yet to figure out why this selected group of women are so desperate to shove this already established fact down peoples’ throats at the expense of tax payers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, these idealists obviously needed to justify their existence and therefore commissioned a consulting firm to assist them in establishing a new marketable product to ‘sell’. Voila, I give you Generation F.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On page 3 of this 36 page publication EOWA has included the definition which reads as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Generation F are women in the Australian workforce, including women wishing to return to work, who are aged between 16 and 65 years”&lt;/em&gt;. Pretty broad and non-specific, isn’t it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is further followed by quite a brilliant sales pitch: &lt;em&gt;“Present across Baby Boomer, X and Y generations, Generation F are employers’ main solution to the nation’s proliferating skills shortage. Harnessing their skills, commitment and experience will help organisations to secure effective and sustainable workforces”. &lt;/em&gt;Yep, clearly the ultimate solution to our skills shortage crisis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here’s the $64.000 question- why on earth do women need their own Generation? Are they really being discriminated against in today’s modern workforce? Assuming that this is how they feel- why would they themselves discriminate against other women? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally have female acquaintances at the ages of 15 and 68 that are still part of the workforce- why exclude them? Don’t these women have enough oestrogen to qualify for this exclusive club? Also, would the Baby Boomers, Generations X and Y therefore only consist of men, or are there sub Generations, e.g. Generation XF?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been called many things in my days, which includes ‘chauvinistic pig’ and perhaps there is some truth to that. I have, however, reached a point where I seriously question these women’s’ motives and why they insist on wasting mine and other taxpayers money on inventing pointless new labels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My message to these individuals is therefore- equality is here and hopefully for good- pick up your game and enjoy the opportunities instead of trying annoy regular people and embarrass those women who do not consider further labelling necessary or productive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-418751982128956117?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.eowa.gov.au/Information_Centres/Resource_Centre/EOWA_Publications/Generation_F/Documents/GENERATION_F.pdf' title='Generations X, Y, and...F(?)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/418751982128956117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=418751982128956117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/418751982128956117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/418751982128956117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/06/generations-x-y-andf.html' title='Generations X, Y, and...F(?)'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SE0ty_QlxkI/AAAAAAAAADM/T2O06WqfZhg/s72-c/female+symbol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-5061212786506451411</id><published>2008-05-02T09:47:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:08:15.403+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The father of LSD on the longest trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBpYPAYqcaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eyVO1NhJSmg/s1600-h/scoob2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 159px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBpYPAYqcaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eyVO1NhJSmg/s320/scoob2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195562134950015394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After 71 years of tripping, the Swiss chemist Albert Hofmann departed on the longest trip of all. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The man often called the ‘father of LSD’ passed away at the age of 102.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Hippies along with many artists, musicians and authors are paying tribute to the man who for so many years granted them the ability to see colours, creatures and demons invisible to others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shaggy and Scooby Doo are said to be in complete shock over the death of their ‘family physician’, as is Hunter S. Thompson (Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas) and the bats. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;One wonders if Stephen King shouldn’t have paid a commission to Dr Hofmann after all the inspiration and subsequent success he’s experienced. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I refuse to believe anyone could come up with such stories and creatures without a little help from Dr Hofmann’s ol’ medicine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-5061212786506451411?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/5061212786506451411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=5061212786506451411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/5061212786506451411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/5061212786506451411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/05/father-of-lsd-on-longest-trip.html' title='The father of LSD on the longest trip'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBpYPAYqcaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eyVO1NhJSmg/s72-c/scoob2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-3889220627536513694</id><published>2008-05-02T08:32:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:35:30.735+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcus turns 6 y.o.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBpFsAYqcYI/AAAAAAAAACs/QaSA5nZhGWo/s1600-h/marcus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195541742445293954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" height="291" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBpFsAYqcYI/AAAAAAAAACs/QaSA5nZhGWo/s320/marcus.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBpFVAYqcXI/AAAAAAAAACk/6pwVKQqXB2Y/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195541347308302706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBpFVAYqcXI/AAAAAAAAACk/6pwVKQqXB2Y/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It’s my son’s 6th birthday today. Can’t believe it’s been that long since he decided to pop out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did say “that long”, but when I think about it I’m not sure whether that accurately describes how I feel. Part of me feels like he’s always been around (“that long”) but another part feels like it was yesterday- can’t decide which feeling is the dominant one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, my life has certainly changed since he graced us with his presence:&lt;br /&gt;1. My vocabulary has changed. 50% of my spoken words include NO, DON’T, STOP, and MARCUS,&lt;br /&gt;2. I have less hair,&lt;br /&gt;3. My hearing is worse,&lt;br /&gt;4. My nerves are shakier,&lt;br /&gt;5. I am more suspicious- just because someone says they’ve finished something doesn’t mean they have,&lt;br /&gt;6. I wake up earlier on weekend mornings- simple philosophy, if he can’t sleep no-one else should either,&lt;br /&gt;7. I have a VIP card at my local optometrist as a result of having to have bought around 30 new glasses and sunglasses,&lt;br /&gt;8. I spend more time looking for items such as mobile phone, keys, wallet, etc. The “I last put it on the table, so it must still be there” approach to finding things has been superseeded by “where could the little bastard have put it” approach, &lt;div&gt;9. I expect the worst,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. My total cleaning time has increased by 400%, and&lt;br /&gt;11. The bulk of movies I watch in the movie theatres are now PG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more love in my life! Happy birthday son!&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/7826717631342909478-3889220627536513694?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/3889220627536513694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=3889220627536513694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/3889220627536513694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/3889220627536513694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/05/marcus-turns-6-yo.html' title='Marcus turns 6 y.o.'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBpFsAYqcYI/AAAAAAAAACs/QaSA5nZhGWo/s72-c/marcus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-6396231568764808706</id><published>2008-04-29T10:16:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:24:58.210+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Buying a new Mobile Phone- Demon, be gone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBZpWQYqcWI/AAAAAAAAACc/asIM8G3Spzc/s1600-h/500i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194455051294896482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBZpWQYqcWI/AAAAAAAAACc/asIM8G3Spzc/s320/500i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you may recall, I have experienced some hurdles in my pursuit of buying a new mobile phone. The Vodafone ‘expert’ lost out on the sale for reason you already know and Telstra lost out simply for being Telstra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time got critical as the demon in my current phone was taking the whole possession thing to a whole new level- the phone has a life of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rather than going to a store and talk to speech-impaired sales geniuses I got on eBay to have a look at some options. I immediately found a phone that looked interesting and as the seller, who also appeared to be a power seller, had a shop in Sydney I decided to give them a call. I was placed on hold for a few minutes which certainly did not impress me, but I figured a little patience could go along way. I got three kids- I know this to be true!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a ‘living’ person finally answered, I asked if they had the particular phone in stock, to which the answer was “yes”. I then proceeded by asking him if he could tell me a bit about the phone to which he said “sure”, and started with the following information: “you can make calls on all networks both in Australia and overseas…”. I stopped him right there and said “Done”! That’s all I wanted to know, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new phone will be here tomorrow- so on Friday I will be taking my current phone to the local Catholic Church for an exorcism and subsequent disposal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lesson to be learned for all you overly-pierced Vodafone ‘experts. Then again, perhaps I’m the old-fashioned fart who needs to get with times?! (Customer is always right though)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-6396231568764808706?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/6396231568764808706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=6396231568764808706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/6396231568764808706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/6396231568764808706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/04/buying-new-mobile-phone-demon-be-gone.html' title='Buying a new Mobile Phone- Demon, be gone!'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBZpWQYqcWI/AAAAAAAAACc/asIM8G3Spzc/s72-c/500i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-7241566468208796089</id><published>2008-04-28T16:19:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:35:59.405+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying Human Behavioural Phenomenon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBVvPwYqcVI/AAAAAAAAACU/YSwBEditq-k/s1600-h/remote_control.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194180061718802770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBVvPwYqcVI/AAAAAAAAACU/YSwBEditq-k/s320/remote_control.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s a human behavioural phenomenon I’ve never been able to fully understand- why do people complain and make such a big deal out of a particular TV show they thought was sooooo bad and that made them sooooo upset, or a particular scene that was soooo disgraceful, and they can’t believe that Station in question could put it to air, etc, etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change the bloody channel!!! How hard can it be? If you order a steak in a restaurent but you simply don’t like the sauce, do you attack the chef?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This behaviour has been mastered by a particularly annoying co-worker of mine who hates pretty much everything I stand for. She has called me many things including: communist, fascist, racist, devil-worshipper, Tibet hater (that was the most recent one), chauvinist, anarchist, cold hearted asshole and Canadian (and shame on her for that one!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she quite clearly hates my opinions, she religiously reads my blog! She also makes it her business to send me emails telling me how wrong and evil I am, and sometimes even come by my office to tell me in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people will testify to the fact that I am the type of person who appreciates a good debate, even a heated one, with a range of opinions- but this is just sad and ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lady, change the bloody channel!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-7241566468208796089?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/7241566468208796089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=7241566468208796089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/7241566468208796089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/7241566468208796089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/04/annoying-human-behavioural-phenomenon.html' title='Annoying Human Behavioural Phenomenon'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBVvPwYqcVI/AAAAAAAAACU/YSwBEditq-k/s72-c/remote_control.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-5537899299469463220</id><published>2008-04-25T22:43:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:47:13.933+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperately seeking Rambo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBHSEwYqcTI/AAAAAAAAACE/GDu1yLDLT0A/s1600-h/TYKACAH41XWTCAU6HXQPCALCVWJACAM56Q1UCAO4J87BCA43JIJHCAU993XYCAISOG6OCA40EH0VCAI9QHL8CA5LYJBLCAD7EO8JCAZY8YGLCAHCX88KCARQNFJSCAFFZVHBCAS1LPX4CAJEQA80CAXN1DHH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193162824484548914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBHSEwYqcTI/AAAAAAAAACE/GDu1yLDLT0A/s320/TYKACAH41XWTCAU6HXQPCALCVWJACAM56Q1UCAO4J87BCA43JIJHCAU993XYCAISOG6OCA40EH0VCAI9QHL8CA5LYJBLCAD7EO8JCAZY8YGLCAHCX88KCARQNFJSCAFFZVHBCAS1LPX4CAJEQA80CAXN1DHH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning myself and my kids got ready to watch the ANZAC parade coverage on TV. As a die-hard fan of all war things my son was extra excited to watch the marching soldiers. Unfortunately for him, his day was pretty much squashed two and a half minutes into the coverage as his idea of soldiers is quite different to what he witnessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBHSSwYqcUI/AAAAAAAAACM/Qgft5Ze_cQE/s1600-h/rambo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193163065002717506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBHSSwYqcUI/AAAAAAAAACM/Qgft5Ze_cQE/s320/rambo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He wants grenades, tanks, face paint, camouflage, bloodstains, 42 inch knives, M16's and big-ass Rambo type scars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with most memorial type parades the reality was quite different- old guys (many in wheelchairs) with berets, a long rack medals and colostomy bags. He basically thought it sucked and went back to his bedroom in protest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself, I was waiting for the nurses, but as it turned out most of them were from the Navy- saw that last year at the Sydney Mardi Gras parade, though with less rainbow coloured flags this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to have a word with the organisers.&lt;br /&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/7826717631342909478-5537899299469463220?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/5537899299469463220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=5537899299469463220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/5537899299469463220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/5537899299469463220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/04/desperately-seeking-rambo.html' title='Desperately seeking Rambo'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBHSEwYqcTI/AAAAAAAAACE/GDu1yLDLT0A/s72-c/TYKACAH41XWTCAU6HXQPCALCVWJACAM56Q1UCAO4J87BCA43JIJHCAU993XYCAISOG6OCA40EH0VCAI9QHL8CA5LYJBLCAD7EO8JCAZY8YGLCAHCX88KCARQNFJSCAFFZVHBCAS1LPX4CAJEQA80CAXN1DHH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-5435983872814624852</id><published>2008-04-25T21:58:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:03:02.499+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Job for the Perfect Recruiter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBHHqAYqcSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UEqsvV-QRhQ/s1600-h/r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193151369806770466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBHHqAYqcSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UEqsvV-QRhQ/s320/r.jpg" width="108" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other day a somewhat unusual job ad was placed at a village post office in UK:  &lt;em&gt;Found: drinking companions to join elderly gentleman for a friendly beer at his local pub.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who placed the ad got absolutely bombarded with offers for someone to accompany his 88-year-old father Jack on visits to a southern England pub from a nursing home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He offered the lucky winner £7 an hour plus expenses and, after sifting through the applicants, decided on a job-share arrangement.  Drinking duties are to be divided between a retired doctor and a former military man.  &lt;em&gt;"Dad's now going to be going down to the pub several times a week- three with his new friends and twice with me"&lt;/em&gt; the guy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know I will shortly embark on a journey into the recruitment industry and I figure I’d be a damn fine recruiter for finding quality drinking buddies for people.  Like they say- “it takes one to know one”.  Love the job-sharing idea too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now taking job orders...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-5435983872814624852?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/5435983872814624852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=5435983872814624852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/5435983872814624852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/5435983872814624852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/04/perfect-job-for-perfect-recruiter.html' title='The Perfect Job for the Perfect Recruiter'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBHHqAYqcSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UEqsvV-QRhQ/s72-c/r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-3206577842984257681</id><published>2008-04-24T16:21:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T16:24:24.536+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s good to be the [future] King!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBAnSgYqcRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JM_ic-TysMI/s1600-h/william.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192693569242689810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBAnSgYqcRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JM_ic-TysMI/s320/william.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I keep reading in the news about Prince Williams’ helicopter landing in his girlfriend’s backyard and the amount of sleep some people appear to be losing. What’s the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once a keen heterosexual young bloke (of which some I still am) and the first thing I would do after getting new wheels was to swing by my girlfriend’s to impress her socks off, and if lucky gain some quality time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, the guy will be King- it's his military. Would you complain if Sir Richard Branson landed one of his planes on his private landing strip? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A King is King is King…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-3206577842984257681?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/3206577842984257681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=3206577842984257681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/3206577842984257681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/3206577842984257681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-good-to-be-future-king.html' title='It’s good to be the [future] King!'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBAnSgYqcRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JM_ic-TysMI/s72-c/william.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-2022695377337512032</id><published>2008-04-24T15:55:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T16:03:52.849+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I may be a Victim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBAh6wYqcQI/AAAAAAAAABs/f_p0H9UUmHQ/s1600-h/enlarg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192687663662657794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="151" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBAh6wYqcQI/AAAAAAAAABs/f_p0H9UUmHQ/s320/enlarg.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Police in Congo recently arrested 13 suspected sorcerers accused of using black magic to steal or shrink men's penises. Purported victims, 14 of whom were also detained by police, claimed that sorcerers simply touched them to make their genitals shrink or disappear, in what some residents said was an attempt to extort cash with the promise of a cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinshasa's Police Chief said: “when you try to tell the victims that their penises are still there, they tell you that it's become tiny or that they've become impotent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made me think that perhaps I’ve been ‘affected’ too. Everyday I receive emails from strangers who tell me that I need a penis enlargement. I don’t know who they are or how they know, but I suspect something must have happened in that Sydney cab in November last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering the residents’ cash extortion theory quoted above, touching someone penis may no longer be a case of sexual harassment but rather a shrewd direct marketing strategy?!? Who knew?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-2022695377337512032?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.reuters.com/article/oddlyEnoughNews/idUSN2319603620080423' title='I think I may be a Victim!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/2022695377337512032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=2022695377337512032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/2022695377337512032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/2022695377337512032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-i-may-be-victim.html' title='I think I may be a Victim!'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SBAh6wYqcQI/AAAAAAAAABs/f_p0H9UUmHQ/s72-c/enlarg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-6883789935183556689</id><published>2008-04-18T11:09:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T11:26:44.785+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Buying a new Mobile Phone- Strike 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAf1FwpUXgI/AAAAAAAAABc/N879HKL5zyY/s1600-h/phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190386574874140162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="135" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAf1FwpUXgI/AAAAAAAAABc/N879HKL5zyY/s320/phone.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a long and frustrating battle with a mobile phone which I suspect is possessed by a drunken demon, I decided to purchase a new one. I went down to my local Vodafone store where I was greeted by a young and quite spunky sales assistant with a make-up job I have not experienced since my days of hanging out at various drag-show clubs in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was quite polite, although I struggled to understand her due to her very recent second(!) tongue piercing which she proudly showed me. When all the ‘formalities’ were concluded she suggested that we should move on to the real reason I was there, to purchase a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first and very obvious question from an up-and-coming mobile phone sales expert was “what kind of phone you want and what do you want it to do?” I was quite startled by the “what do you want it to do” part of the question, and as a person with a deep appreciation for sarcasm and smartarse remarks, I could instantly feel the sensation of a million possible replies surfing on my now giant brain waves- it was just a bit too easy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I simply told her that I was interested in a phone I could make phone calls on. Silence. I can’t remember the last time I’ve received such an empty stare and I could quite clearly see how the silence was making her uneasy, but really, as far as I was concerned it was her turn to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally composed herself, fixed one of her fake eye-lashes and pointed to a new Nokia. “This one has a 5 megapixel camera, bluetooth, mp3 and mp4 player, TV and FM tuner, a GPS and 18 pre-installed games”. Since she hadn’t told me whether this Nokia ‘phone’ had the particular feature so important to me, I saw no other choice but to ask her whether I could make phone calls on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question was obviously too much for her (perhaps she didn’t know the answer) so she asked me to leave the store and informed me as-a-matter-of-fact that “she didn’t get paid enough to deal with assholes like me”. I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether the new Nokia could make phone calls, I guess I’ll never know. I still have my old drunken demon phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-6883789935183556689?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/6883789935183556689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=6883789935183556689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/6883789935183556689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/6883789935183556689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/04/buying-new-mobile-phone-strike-1.html' title='Buying a new Mobile Phone- Strike 1'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAf1FwpUXgI/AAAAAAAAABc/N879HKL5zyY/s72-c/phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-6289289101806024807</id><published>2008-04-18T08:24:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:28:31.291+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Demanding Taxpayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAfO0wpUXfI/AAAAAAAAABU/FRxWpv6FzsY/s1600-h/kevin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190344501374508530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAfO0wpUXfI/AAAAAAAAABU/FRxWpv6FzsY/s320/kevin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During an interview with the Today show, Australia’s recently elected PM Kevin Rudd, said: &lt;em&gt;“we are under huge pressure to implement our election promises.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no- say it ain’t so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-6289289101806024807?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/6289289101806024807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=6289289101806024807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/6289289101806024807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/6289289101806024807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/04/demanding-taxpayers.html' title='Demanding Taxpayers'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAfO0wpUXfI/AAAAAAAAABU/FRxWpv6FzsY/s72-c/kevin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-5092963090690908249</id><published>2008-04-17T21:05:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T21:10:03.781+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Want Premier League tickets for free? Develop a drug habit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAcvqQpUXcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YRH4U57QaiU/s1600-h/tix-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190169498637065666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="112" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAcvqQpUXcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YRH4U57QaiU/s320/tix-2.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today’s edition of the Daily Mail newspaper in UK there is an article on a very unorthodox approach to fighting drugs whilst filling the local soccer stadium- free tickets to Premier League football matches are being handed to drug addicts as an incentive to beat their habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously had to look at the date to ensure it was not another April fool’s joke, but nope, there it was, 17 April 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article described how repeat offenders seeking treatment for their alcohol and drug addictions had gained sought-after tickets to games including this weekend's Newcastle United vs Sunderland derby clash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A former chief superintendent of Durham Police, was quoted saying: "We have to try to get people back into mainstream society; give them the confidence to mix again with ordinary people. Giving them a ticket to a football match is a way in which they can be reintegrated and in which they can build up confidence in themselves, which can only be a good thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article further explained that the tickets are for people who are overcoming their previous chaotic lifestyle, and are part of a range of support measures used to divert people away from substance abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and what better place to do this than with a non-chaotic, friendly and moderately drinking group of cuddly UK soccer supporters?!? Considering this offer was also extended to alcoholics, wouldn’t hanging out with keen and accomplished drinkers kind of being like pushing the needle further up the vein?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder UK soccer stadiums are experiencing problems with violent and uncivilized behaviours! Perhaps other sports having problems filling their stadiums should take note?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-5092963090690908249?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=560128&amp;in_page_id=1770' title='Want Premier League tickets for free? Develop a drug habit!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/5092963090690908249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=5092963090690908249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/5092963090690908249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/5092963090690908249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/04/want-premier-league-tickets-for-free.html' title='Want Premier League tickets for free? Develop a drug habit!'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAcvqQpUXcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YRH4U57QaiU/s72-c/tix-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-722292557286210982</id><published>2008-04-17T17:00:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:06:21.503+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers and Parents beware</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAb2dApUXbI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bYb5pKxqbYI/s1600-h/kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190106598841015730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAb2dApUXbI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bYb5pKxqbYI/s320/kid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two weeks ago nine nine-year-olds at a school in the U.S. state of Georgia brought a broken steak knife, handcuffs and electrical tape to school in a plot to injure their teacher. Teachers uncovered the plot which was set to handcuff the teacher, put tape over her mouth and hit her over the head with the paperweight and possibly cut her. The students spent a week planning the attack and planned to carry it out on the day they were caught. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to primary school the teachers’ union had a slogan that read “If you can read this, thank your teacher”. I think an appropriate slogan for the 21st century should probably read something like “If your teacher retires, she should thank her lucky star”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two older kids are now 7 and 6 years old. As a parent I am frequently required to apply appropriate punishments to kids, just like any teacher would be. Since I do not permit my kids to retaliate they are probably bottling it all up for later (or when they turn 9). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t think I will be sleeping with an open door in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-722292557286210982?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/722292557286210982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=722292557286210982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/722292557286210982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/722292557286210982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/04/teachers-and-parents-beware.html' title='Teachers and Parents beware'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAb2dApUXbI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bYb5pKxqbYI/s72-c/kid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-3565314345582455030</id><published>2008-04-17T15:07:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T15:16:09.078+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Same crime, different punishment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAbbmwpUXaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/RSJSZkNCsvM/s1600-h/police-speed-gun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190077079530790306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAbbmwpUXaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/RSJSZkNCsvM/s320/police-speed-gun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine recently got caught for speeding on a country road about an hour outside of Sydney. What he did not realise at the time is that it was the Easter holiday and consequently copped double demerits and fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are laws in Australia where the States charge you with double fines and demerits during certain long holidays. When I first arrived in this country it was briefly explained to me as a way to reduce the number of traffic accidents, since more drivers would be on the roads during these particular periods- well perhaps not more drivers, but certainly more drivers travelling longer distances than normal. Fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To illustrate how this rather unusual law is applied let’s picture the following:&lt;br /&gt;My friend Joe and I leave our houses at 11pm heading down to the coast to celebrate Christmas. Since I live 5 minutes further away, Joe should in theory arrive 5 minutes before me. At midnight that same evening, the ‘long weekend’ starts and the double demerits and double fees scheme comes into effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe who is keen to get there puts his foot down just a bit too much and is caught doing 14 kilometres over the speed-limit at 11.57pm. He subsequently loses 3 points off his licence and receives a $79 fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 5 minutes later at 12.02am I pass the same police radar doing exactly the same speed as Joe was, only now the ‘long weekend’ rules apply. Consequently I lose 6 points and receive a $158 fine! Same crime, different punishment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I personally don’t like to use the word ‘discrimination’, one can wonder whether it wouldn’t be appropriate in this instance. Why should one be punished harder for speeding one day but not the other? I recently read that shoplifting increases by over 1,000 per cent during the month of December, however, I do not believe the punishment for shoplifting is any more severe then than, for example, during the month of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the logic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-3565314345582455030?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/3565314345582455030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=3565314345582455030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/3565314345582455030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/3565314345582455030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/04/same-crime-different-punishment.html' title='Same crime, different punishment'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAbbmwpUXaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/RSJSZkNCsvM/s72-c/police-speed-gun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-1066753159546915242</id><published>2008-04-17T11:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:19:40.016+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tibet 'supporters' using the Olympics for selfish gains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAayQgpUXXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ncdzh-Q3AgU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190031617301962098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAayQgpUXXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ncdzh-Q3AgU/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can these so called Tibet supporters sleep well at night? I try very hard to understand the philosophy behind trying to disrupt the only real world peace event this planet can muster. Although there have been a few occasions in the Olympic's 102 year old history where politics has shown its ugly face, generally speaking the event produces some of the most moving scenes of athletes battling it out on equal terms, completely obliterate to the political mayhem of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to emphasize "equal terms" as it is really what the Olympics is all about- being non-discriminatory. On the day of competing it doesn't matter what country you're from, nor your colour, race or religion, or which country your home country may or may not be at war with- it's all about the best athlete (and of course in some cases, as with Steven Bradbury, the luckiest athlete)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Olympics is an event where nations and athletes come together to compete in good spirit and celebrate human achievements. To use this as a tool for own political gains is a complete and utter disgrace, and rather than raising a debate whether to boycott the Beijing Olympics, perhaps the topic of debate should be whether to disallow Tibet to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latter does, however, punish the athletes which is a very unfortunate outcome we should avoid at all cost. I do not condone the alleged breaches of human rights by China, but I don't believe the recent approach taken by these 'supporters' should be hailed as anything but a distasteful and reckless stunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to point out that it would appear that the majority of the people inhabiting this planet are very excited about getting a glimpse of the Olympic flame as it passes through their countries, and that for the very reasons as previously mentioned. So who, I ask, granted these 'supporters' the right to attack this symbol of peace?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flame will pass by here in Canberra in the very near future and I look forward to taking my kids to see it and fill them with the values and spirit in which we hold the Olympics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-1066753159546915242?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/1066753159546915242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=1066753159546915242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/1066753159546915242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/1066753159546915242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/04/tibet-supporters-using-olympics-for.html' title='Tibet &apos;supporters&apos; using the Olympics for selfish gains'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAayQgpUXXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ncdzh-Q3AgU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-8037769631574819381</id><published>2008-04-17T11:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T11:12:15.941+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New recruiter in town</title><content type='html'>Watch out good people 'cause there is a new recruitment and consulting firm about be launched in ACT.  The idea has been bubbling under the surface for quite some time and when the planets finally lined up we made the decision to go ahead with it.  The consequence of this is of course that we've now postponed our move to the Middle East, however, we are confident that this is the right move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this space as I will post further updates as they come available.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-8037769631574819381?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/8037769631574819381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=8037769631574819381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/8037769631574819381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/8037769631574819381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-recruiter-in-town.html' title='New recruiter in town'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-8477933151862065273</id><published>2008-01-02T12:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:34:18.244+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year...</title><content type='html'>A Happy New Year to all of you out there.  2008 has started in a spectacular fashion and I can't wait to find out what's around the corner.  I expect that this will truly be a year of opportunities and changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-8477933151862065273?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/8477933151862065273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=8477933151862065273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/8477933151862065273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/8477933151862065273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year...'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-5069452008432356256</id><published>2007-11-20T16:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:20:20.306+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic time of the year</title><content type='html'>I can't recall ever being this busy! Between work committments, renovating the house, Floorball including the upcoming Sydney Christmas Parade and the IFF seminars, getting the first retailer in Sydney and studies, there really is no time to even breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am counting the days to the 3rd of December when many of the above-mentioned committments are finished which is when I will pour myself a drink of my trusted friend Mr Johnnie Walker, and reflect on my achievements over the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will also be time to start planning our move to the Middle East which is scheduled to commence in February-March 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget that Christmas is only around the corner!  I wonder if I've been good enough to receive anything this year? As my beloved mother always said to us kids when asked what she wanted for Christmas, "all I want is good kids"! I now know what that means, and Mom- I'm sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-5069452008432356256?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/5069452008432356256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=5069452008432356256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/5069452008432356256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/5069452008432356256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2007/11/hectic-time-of-year.html' title='Hectic time of the year'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826717631342909478.post-2582373822773346703</id><published>2007-08-07T14:38:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T14:49:13.282+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The first message'/><title type='text'>Introducing a window to my life</title><content type='html'>Hi all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was about time that I created something like this. I've been called many things, and one of those was old-fashioned. So I guess this is my way of being as modern as possible and remove that label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly though, if it was for the fact that my current University requires me to have a site, I would have never set it up. It only adds yet another thing to maintain on my already flat out schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess it could be worse. Also, should some of you dislike what I post- get off the site!!! I'm not interested in your negative feedback. For the rest of you- I hope you get something out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7826717631342909478-2582373822773346703?l=patriknilsson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/feeds/2582373822773346703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826717631342909478&amp;postID=2582373822773346703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/2582373822773346703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826717631342909478/posts/default/2582373822773346703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriknilsson.blogspot.com/2007/08/introducing-window-to-my-life.html' title='Introducing a window to my life'/><author><name>Patrik B Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079250258672394763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YS5gXXPSZts/SAa2ngpUXZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HSOLCDvJ_4w/S220/n658784278_8249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
