<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12952576</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 23:02:16 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>blog.wengier.com</title><description/><link>http://blog.wengier.com/index.htm</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Dave)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12952576.post-5217829200594456296</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 21:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-03T09:02:16.462+10:00</atom:updated><title>Overheard on the Train</title><description>"When you get back from this trip, you'll have gone through three states."&lt;br /&gt;"No mum, Canberra isn't a separate state. Its in Sydney!"&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are two things wrong with this last sentence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1)      The dero chick from Frankston.. sorry, Carrum.. was wearing her uggies and trackies on the train and offending the eyes of everyone around her. Her mother with her centimetre long nails that she was obsessively chewing wasn't helping the cause.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2)      The conversation was followed up with a nice round of "You'd better not be up the duff when I get back, Mum" "Maybe I will be and I just won't tell you" "I'll know! I knew with Brett and Sam"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently Mum managed to sneak Dominic in, under the cover of darkness one can only assume.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blog.wengier.com/2008/06/overheard-on-train.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12952576.post-4888327925685281060</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 05:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-24T16:37:09.143+11:00</atom:updated><title>To Be Confirmed</title><description>I wonder if this is easier than emailing people individually whilst on travels?  </description><link>http://blog.wengier.com/2007/12/to-be-confirmed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12952576.post-115448247740634293</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Aug 2006 01:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-02T11:34:37.450+10:00</atom:updated><title>Short Dating</title><description>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;I went speed dating last Saturday. I feel speed dating is an incorrect term. It wasn&amp;#8217;t fast, it was short. 7 minutes is not very long to have a conversation and make a decision. This leaves speed dating with an interesting problem: The idea is to make it easy and non-confrontational to say &amp;#8220;yes&amp;#8221; or &amp;#8220;no&amp;#8221; to someone, by way of having people secretly fill out forms. You get told about it only where there is a match. The problem comes from 7 minutes being really hard to base a decision on, and having the make decisions on the spot. If afterwards you decide &amp;#8220;no, that probably wouldn&amp;#8217;t work with that person&amp;#8221;, then you are in a bit of a bind. How do you say &amp;#8220;I don&amp;#8217;t think we&amp;#8217;d match&amp;#8221; after you&amp;#8217;ve said &amp;#8220;yes, we&amp;#8217;d match&amp;#8221;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Of course, none of these even comes close to the real problem, which of course that I like to kill puppies in my spare time, and many women find this off-putting.&lt;span style='color:blue'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.wengier.com/2006/08/short-dating.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12952576.post-114955781806345072</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jun 2006 01:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-06-06T11:36:58.103+10:00</atom:updated><title>I should post more...</title><description>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=240193301-06062006&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;... but I have  nothing to post about?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;</description><link>http://blog.wengier.com/2006/06/i-should-post-more.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12952576.post-112425747710567728</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Aug 2005 05:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-08-17T15:44:37.566+10:00</atom:updated><title>Advertisermenters should be made to have grammer learnin'</title><description>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=741083505-17082005&gt;The latest spate of  Foxtel ads are shit.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=741083505-17082005&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=741083505-17082005&gt;They wish to play on  your emotions. They wish to tell you that watching Foxtel will create said  emotions within you. All of this is fine, at least as far as normal advertising  mumbo jumbo goes. The problem is their grammar. A typical ad soundtrack goes  something like this:&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=741083505-17082005&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=741083505-17082005&gt;AMUSED... HOPE....  ENVY&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=741083505-17082005&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=741083505-17082005&gt;Does that not shit  you?! Amuse&lt;EM&gt;ment,&lt;/EM&gt; hope, envy. ... or ... Amused, hope&lt;EM&gt;ful&lt;/EM&gt;,  env&lt;EM&gt;ious&lt;/EM&gt;. GET IT RIGHT!!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=741083505-17082005&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=741083505-17082005&gt;I beleive it was Big  Bird who once said, "If you can't congugate the past future perfect participle  progressive form, you shouldn't be writing  ads".&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;</description><link>http://blog.wengier.com/2005/08/advertisermenters-should-be-made-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12952576.post-111831322800710224</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jun 2005 10:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-06-09T20:33:48.403+10:00</atom:updated><title>Spare Me</title><description>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=773492510-09062005&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I used to have a  brand new, never used, pristine spare tyre. Alas, that time has come to an end,  as it is currently sitting in wait on the rear passenger side of my car. Lainie  needs the car tomorrow, so it is being called in off the  bench.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=773492510-09062005&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=773492510-09062005&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Now, this is not  much of a problem, after all, thats what it was designed for. It poses as  aesthetic problem on two counts, firslty its not the same brand as the other  three tyres, and secondly, it will no longer be pristine, but these are minor  concerns (especially as its not me who will have the embarassment of driving the  car around with mis-matched tyres for very long).&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=773492510-09062005&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=773492510-09062005&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;No, the problem  comes from the tyre that is currently sitting inside the boot, waiting to go to  the tyre shop on Saturday. You see, its the 3rd time this tyre will have gone to  the tyre shop, including the original purchase, and not including a trip to  Dad's for a home repair job. Now, its not that I dont trust the tyre shop,  indeed the last time I got it fixed, they didn't charge me for it. Its just  that, the only time I could see the cause of the flat, was when Dad repaired it  - there was a dirty great big screw stuck in there. The other times, its been a  tiny little hole caused by god-knows-what, or a reopening of a previous repair  job. This time again, there is no visible evidence.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=773492510-09062005&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=773492510-09062005&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Now, maybe they sold  me a dud tyre. Maybe they do dud repair jobs. Maybe they put on a dud valve.  Hell, maybe i'm just really unlucky in the places that I drive, though  considering the only places I drive are Ians house, Chadstone, Coles, and Mum  and Dads, I find that surprising. And always the exact same wheel? The  upper-middle-class snoot in me would blame my recent trip to Frankston, but in  reality, I took the freeway, and Frankston is actually a perfectly normal  place.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=773492510-09062005&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=773492510-09062005&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Maybe I'll just give  up driving, and get a motorbike instead. Though I don't know where I'd carry the  spare...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;</description><link>http://blog.wengier.com/2005/06/spare-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12952576.post-111753915710898160</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 May 2005 11:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-05-31T21:32:37.430+10:00</atom:updated><title>Amazing Messages</title><description>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=468573111-31052005&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I came home tonight  to a message on my answering machine. It went something like  this:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=468573111-31052005&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=468573111-31052005&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;We are sorry for  the inconvenience, this message was intended only for answering machines. Thank  you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;</description><link>http://blog.wengier.com/2005/05/amazing-messages.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12952576.post-111631453442513242</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2005 07:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-24T16:32:11.657+11:00</atom:updated><title>I love my electric windows</title><description>I love my electric windows.  Everytime I use them I smile. &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The lights in the buttons for the rear windows    turn off if I lock out the back windows.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The car will let me shut the windows after i've    turned off the ignition, until I open and shut the drivers door (ie, get    out of the car)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If i've still forgotten, I can hold the key in the    lock for 3 seconds and it will shut all the windows.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Every window works on auto if you hold the button    down for 2 seconds&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The windows detect obstructions and return to    their original position, so you can't get your fingers caught in  them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Also, I can double-deadlock my doors, so that if I  do leave my windows open enough for someone to reach in and unlock the door,  then still can't open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people sat in how many meetings to decide to include all of that functionality?</description><link>http://blog.wengier.com/2005/05/i-love-my-electric-windows.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12952576.post-111629501496956589</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2005 01:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-05-17T11:56:54.973+10:00</atom:updated><title>A conversation</title><description>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=847055601-17052005&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Person 1: So, what  did you do today?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=847055601-17052005&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Person 2: I spent  the day ranking all of the contestants on The Apprentice, over all&amp;nbsp;4  seasons including the UK version, to decide who I liked the  most.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=847055601-17052005&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Me:  ...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;</description><link>http://blog.wengier.com/2005/05/conversation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave)</author></item></channel></rss>