<?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-5941197</id><updated>2011-10-12T02:54:25.338+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rene's Rantz 'n Ravez</title><subtitle type='html'>Anything I feel like saying.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>328</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-116786658531268874</id><published>2007-01-04T00:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T00:23:05.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just testing something.</title><summary type='text'>No, you can't see it.But I can.And it makes me feel.Feel all warm and fuzzy inside.A little 'yay' bubbles to the surface.But don't mind me, I'm mostly just being silly ;)Happy New Year !</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/116786658531268874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=116786658531268874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/116786658531268874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/116786658531268874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-testing-something.html' title='Just testing something.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-116527521326588503</id><published>2006-12-05T00:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T00:33:33.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme A You, En, Cee, El, Ee.. Uncle.</title><summary type='text'>My brother's girlfriend gave birth to a very loud (judging from the brief phone call I had with my brother) little boy this Monday. His name is Lars, and apparently now I'm an uncle.I've had a few very strange weeks. One of my best friends came to take care of me and that was lots of fun but it kind of tossed my schedule about. Work-wise, because I had been creative in shifting my days around to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/116527521326588503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=116527521326588503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/116527521326588503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/116527521326588503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2006/12/gimme-you-en-cee-el-ee-uncle.html' title='Gimme A You, En, Cee, El, Ee.. Uncle.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-116229480694004235</id><published>2006-10-31T12:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T12:40:06.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Bad Mood Today.</title><summary type='text'>Of all the people I've encountered since getting out of teh bed this morning, only two or three managed NOT to irritate the heck out of me. I'm having a fairly bad day. And work isn't much better, I don't have much of anything to do that can distract me from the People Who Should All Die Painful Deaths. So I'm browsing around on the web in an attempt at naive hope (while knowing better) that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/116229480694004235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=116229480694004235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/116229480694004235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/116229480694004235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2006/10/very-bad-mood-today.html' title='Very Bad Mood Today.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-115554580479667066</id><published>2006-08-14T10:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T10:56:44.850+02:00</updated><title type='text'>After Days Of Passion</title><summary type='text'>It's come to this: that I should quote titles of webcomics to come up with a clever header. But I couldn't find anything more appropriate, to be honest.An update after all these months ? Yes, and a direly needed one. Because lots has happened - but then, lots always does if you pay close enough attention. And I always do, and since time in the mind of a human being is measured in numbers of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/115554580479667066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=115554580479667066' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/115554580479667066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/115554580479667066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2006/08/after-days-of-passion.html' title='After Days Of Passion'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-114726087087296198</id><published>2006-05-10T13:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T13:34:30.873+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Suppose A Little Update Is Appropriate</title><summary type='text'>Crash, burn, crash more. I'm emotionally knocked out by two strong punches, just when I was nearly on my feet. This entire week I'm sort of living from day to day as escapist and numb as possible. A friend is visiting me Friday and perhaps she'll be able to make things a bit better. But right now I'm not doing too well.There's been an interesting development, comic-wise, but seeing as how I'm in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/114726087087296198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=114726087087296198' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/114726087087296198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/114726087087296198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-suppose-little-update-is-appropriate.html' title='I Suppose A Little Update Is Appropriate'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-114609009981087307</id><published>2006-04-27T00:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T00:25:14.353+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Antitrust</title><summary type='text'>Women are intolerable ! Actually need them and they are nowhere to be found, but decide to go through your personal shit yourself without anyone's aid and suddenly they all care and worry and insist and push... aaaaagh !In all that I've been writing here lately, note that I'm sincere and yet, well, not. I'm writing down some of what's coarsing through me, because I need to vent some of it and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/114609009981087307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=114609009981087307' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/114609009981087307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/114609009981087307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2006/04/antitrust.html' title='Antitrust'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-114565635507787820</id><published>2006-04-21T23:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T23:52:35.113+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thought On Identity.</title><summary type='text'>On a regular day, I'll get up, get out of the house. I'm carrying around my passport because we have an identification law since a while back, which means I'll have to show it if I'm found possibly involved in something that goes against the law. I'll show my buspass with photograph and name to the bus driver so he'll allow me on board. I'll get to the station and use my bank pass and PIN ID so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/114565635507787820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=114565635507787820' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/114565635507787820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/114565635507787820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2006/04/thought-on-identity.html' title='A Thought On Identity.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-114515206340985632</id><published>2006-04-16T03:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T03:47:43.420+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Bliss of Escapism</title><summary type='text'>Things are still not too easy. And I guess what makes it harder is that it's all a big battle that I don't even want to fight. This reality and myself ? Never been real good friends with it, so to speak. I was always more of an escapist kind of kid, the kind that would draydream in safe little worlds and crazy ideas just to avoid having to exist in reality in any other than the biological </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/114515206340985632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=114515206340985632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/114515206340985632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/114515206340985632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2006/04/sweet-bliss-of-escapism.html' title='Sweet Bliss of Escapism'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-114246824188084050</id><published>2006-03-16T00:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T01:24:43.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tougher than I thought.</title><summary type='text'>Well, we're on month 3 of my drastic turnover, my full-blast attempt to fix the unholy personal mess I seem to have gotten into the past three years, so I guess it's high time for a little assessment. A little looking back. And seeing if I've accomplished anything yet.I have.I have accomplished several things. Not at all the least of which is that creatively, I am much, much more active. And the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/114246824188084050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=114246824188084050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/114246824188084050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/114246824188084050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2006/03/tougher-than-i-thought.html' title='Tougher than I thought.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-114116200453520526</id><published>2006-02-28T21:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:26:44.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shamelessness Of Advertising</title><summary type='text'>I don't get spam.Well, I don't mean to say I never receive spam, quite the opposite. I don't understand spam. I used to, I mean, if you've got a communication medium like email at your fingertips that can potentially help you reach thousands, nay, millions of new customers, you'd be a fool not to use it. But honestly. Take a look at what spam is nowadays. Spam filters have gotten so effective </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/114116200453520526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=114116200453520526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/114116200453520526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/114116200453520526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2006/02/shamelessness-of-advertising.html' title='The Shamelessness Of Advertising'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-113958639416569830</id><published>2006-02-10T16:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T16:46:34.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing.</title><summary type='text'>Ain't No Sunshine is currently the 8th most popular comic on Probeersel.com and only has three unique readers to go before it's 7th. Before long, it'll probably be in the top 5. And that without doing barely any advertising for it, without featuring it in the 'Pick of the week' section or in 'In the spotlight', without mentioning it on most forums, etc.It has also already harvested, in its three </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/113958639416569830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=113958639416569830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113958639416569830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113958639416569830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2006/02/amazing.html' title='Amazing.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-113880239826552681</id><published>2006-02-01T14:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T01:10:59.513+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Grim DotCards</title><summary type='text'>I'm more and more seriously considering sending out an order for a special Grim DotCom-set of playing cards. Sure, it'll cost me nearly 2 Euros per deck at a minimum of 1000 decks, but it'll be so cool and totally sellable. Even if it takes me hundreds of conventions to push - hell, that's almost an argument FOR them, because then I'll never have to worry about having to arrange for something to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/113880239826552681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=113880239826552681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113880239826552681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113880239826552681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2006/02/grim-dotcards.html' title='Grim DotCards'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-113864437620387495</id><published>2006-01-30T19:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T19:06:16.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>annnnnd running late.</title><summary type='text'>That's what you get for getting into the office late (even with enough compensation hours to spare that it didn't matter that I was late to begin with) - all hell breaks loose and you end up being the only one to finish fixing it. And now it's past the time to catch even the SEVEN o'clock train (so the seven thirty'll be mine..) which means it'll be darker than a black steers tucas on a moonless </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/113864437620387495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=113864437620387495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113864437620387495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113864437620387495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2006/01/annnnnd-running-late.html' title='annnnnd running late.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-113862970745514806</id><published>2006-01-30T14:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T15:01:47.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peak an' Burn.</title><summary type='text'>I had a great week last week. I started a new webcomic based on a completely zany, nay, insane idea and produced a whopping 6 episodes of it before the end of the week. I drew quite a few drawings for the TekenTopic on ClickBurg and amongst them were several I could be quite proud of. Work was going swell as well. Friday evening I went out with my oldest and still pretty much best friend Tom and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/113862970745514806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=113862970745514806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113862970745514806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113862970745514806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2006/01/peak-burn.html' title='Peak an&apos; Burn.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-113762145687729035</id><published>2006-01-18T22:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T22:57:36.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La la la la all better now.</title><summary type='text'>Well, there was some bus fallout and a strike, which meant I nearly missed my dentist appointment AND there was no way to get out of the small village that my dentist is located at, afterwards, but the tooth at least is fixed. And the aenastetic wore off within three hours, which isn't too bad either.I even didn't mind walking back, so I started walking, and then caught a lucky break because an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/113762145687729035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=113762145687729035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113762145687729035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113762145687729035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2006/01/la-la-la-la-all-better-now.html' title='La la la la all better now.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-113749001532062912</id><published>2006-01-17T10:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T11:04:02.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes, this is pretty scary, actually.</title><summary type='text'>This morning, just before walking into my office, I got a message from my tongue saying it had discovered something.. unusual. A pretty big hole in my tooth, big enough to be able to feel it. Now, this sort of thing doesn't happen overnight, normally, and it's in a place where I've been drilled before, so I think I swallowed a filling over the course of the night.However, I haven't made time to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/113749001532062912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=113749001532062912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113749001532062912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113749001532062912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2006/01/yikes-this-is-pretty-scary-actually.html' title='Yikes, this is pretty scary, actually.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-113620213793868918</id><published>2006-01-02T12:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T12:42:18.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The upcoming year in review.</title><summary type='text'>While everyone and their pet AIBO is making End Of Year lists and looking back, needless to say - for loyal readers and close friends, at least - I'm busy looking ahead. 2006 is going to be an awesome year, or at least one I'm heavily looking forward to. 2005 was a stinker of a year for me on a personal level, but that's good, because it'll be so much easier to have a good year right after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/113620213793868918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=113620213793868918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113620213793868918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113620213793868918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2006/01/upcoming-year-in-review.html' title='The upcoming year in review.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-113455161470218650</id><published>2005-12-14T09:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T10:13:34.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck babysteps.</title><summary type='text'>Never been the type for taking less than ambitious measures about things I believed in. So those who know me well enough will not be too surprised at news I'll be sending out later this week. It's been a while in the works, but I've finally figured out how I'm going to clean up my life again and return to drawing more. It's a direly needed step, for myself, my sanity, my art, and for the big </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/113455161470218650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=113455161470218650' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113455161470218650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113455161470218650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/12/fuck-babysteps.html' title='Fuck babysteps.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-113438844359441072</id><published>2005-12-12T12:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T01:47:49.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What If.</title><summary type='text'>After returning from a week-long training course in London, I found the second season DVD of Dead Like Me in my mailbox. Still have a few episodes left to go, but I can say this much: the quality of the episodes is still very high, in humour, special effects, writing, everything. The only real difference with the first season is that more continuing plots have been introduced, which means that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/113438844359441072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=113438844359441072' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113438844359441072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113438844359441072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-if.html' title='What If.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-113339836705421121</id><published>2005-12-01T01:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T01:52:47.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Webcomic Animation Battle</title><summary type='text'>On the ClickBurg forum, Rob van Barneveld started a topic where only drawings would be allowed. In other words, you can only respond to one another in drawn form. It's a big hit and everyone has enthousiastically participated so far. Just a few days ago I threw a few suggestions on there (of course, in drawn form) and in lack of quick responses I made a little animation of a rolling bit of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/113339836705421121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=113339836705421121' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113339836705421121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113339836705421121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/12/webcomic-animation-battle.html' title='Webcomic Animation Battle'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-113265594949302363</id><published>2005-11-22T11:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T11:40:40.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things Don't Change.</title><summary type='text'>This is one of those inane ponderings that really should only be interesting to myself, but hey, this is my blog, and if you don't like me writing about myself you wouldn't be reading this.It's just - I like change. I'm one of those people who get nerveous when things seem to get too routine. The kind of person who, when he has to take the same route somewhere every day, he'll take new routes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/113265594949302363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=113265594949302363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113265594949302363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113265594949302363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/11/some-things-dont-change.html' title='Some Things Don&apos;t Change.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-113222234799778968</id><published>2005-11-17T11:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T11:12:28.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>René Talks About Death - What Else Is New ?</title><summary type='text'>I have a reputation for being comfortable with the macabre - well, I guess that's what you get for being the guy behind a weekly comic starring the Grim Reaper and a bunch of dead folk. But still.A colleague's brother-in-law keeled over at his job, pretty much dead on the spot, age 48. Now, I'm not afraid to die. I haven't been since about age 8. It happens, it's a part of life, and I'm damn glad</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/113222234799778968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=113222234799778968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113222234799778968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113222234799778968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/11/ren-talks-about-death-what-else-is-new.html' title='René Talks About Death - What Else Is New ?'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-113201416011757253</id><published>2005-11-15T01:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T09:55:06.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertaining Like Me.</title><summary type='text'>Last week my Dead Like Me Series 1 DVD came in, and I'm almost through watching all the episodes. Turns out there's one I missed ! And so far - I can't sleep too well this evening so I'm watching some episodes this very moment - it seems to be the obligatory compilation episode, where the plot facilitates the reusage of scenes from past episodes. You know the drill. It's done in a good way </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/113201416011757253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=113201416011757253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113201416011757253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113201416011757253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/11/entertaining-like-me.html' title='Entertaining Like Me.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-113146188490578127</id><published>2005-11-08T15:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T16:22:54.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>John Fowles, 31/3/1926 - 5/11/2005</title><summary type='text'>Writer John Fowles dies aged 79   "The French Lieutenant's Woman author John Fowles has died aged 79. Fowles died at his home in Lyme Regis, Dorset on Saturday after battling a long illness, his publisher said."I'm fairly saddened by this news. Fowles has been of great influence on me, both personally and in my writing. As you can read at the linked page (BBC news), I'm far from alone in that. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/113146188490578127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=113146188490578127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113146188490578127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113146188490578127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/11/john-fowles-3131926-5112005.html' title='John Fowles, 31/3/1926 - 5/11/2005'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-113123744221818336</id><published>2005-11-06T01:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T01:37:22.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is pacin'</title><summary type='text'>I just spent most of the past week being ill at home. Horrible. The past couple of years I seem to physically have become a more normal mortal human being, the kind that can get ill for MORE than one day. I can't say I've gotten used to it yet - it's a big drain on my productivity. Colleagues and friends say it's the body shouting a 'halt' to me with all the stuff I'm doing. Well, that's all fine</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/113123744221818336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=113123744221818336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113123744221818336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113123744221818336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-is-pacin.html' title='Life is pacin&apos;'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-113014673082750583</id><published>2005-10-24T11:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T11:38:51.656+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A message from deep within the valley</title><summary type='text'>Survived another comics convention but I'm broken. Exhausted. I like conventions, but I don't like the organisational part. Contrary to what some claim, I'm a poor organizer and have to work very hard to keep things on track. Plus, I tend to take up most of the work that needs to be done myself because I hate bossing other people around, so to speak. So the past few conventions, where I was more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/113014673082750583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=113014673082750583' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113014673082750583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/113014673082750583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/10/message-from-deep-within-valley.html' title='A message from deep within the valley'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-112480841580453885</id><published>2005-08-23T16:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T16:46:55.810+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Play A Game While You Wait !</title><summary type='text'>Made this today. There's 33 seperate entities that you can identify. Try and find them all :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/112480841580453885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=112480841580453885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/112480841580453885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/112480841580453885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/08/play-game-while-you-wait.html' title='Play A Game While You Wait !'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-112411787363350506</id><published>2005-08-15T16:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T23:55:45.926+02:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Not Gonna Make It, No No...</title><summary type='text'>It wasn't just Monday morning grumpiness that caused me to write my last post. It was something much, much more substantial. I've come to the conclusion that it's time for me to make some drastic changes. I need to lose ballast and spice things up with completely new challenges and directions, or I'll go nuts. That's the short version. Now follows the long version for anyone who cares to read </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/112411787363350506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=112411787363350506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/112411787363350506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/112411787363350506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/08/were-not-gonna-make-it-no-no.html' title='We&apos;re Not Gonna Make It, No No...'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-112348680297633897</id><published>2005-08-08T09:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T09:43:12.566+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poof!</title><summary type='text'>You know the feeling you get when you've spent a lot of time and energy on something and it just -poof !- explodes into nothingness ? I kind of have that now. It's not entirely fair that I'm writing this, but it's how I feel right now.I wanted to write that I'd had a pretty good weekend. Yes, it was also my birthday (I know all two people who read this blog) but I got to avoid celebrating that as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/112348680297633897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=112348680297633897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/112348680297633897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/112348680297633897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/08/poof.html' title='Poof!'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-112314802159612892</id><published>2005-08-04T11:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T11:37:42.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Commerce lacks the element of taste... CLEARLY.</title><summary type='text'>This is going to be a short and bitter post.What is wrong with the companies that release DVDs ?! They have a reputation for releasing the most obscure movies and series on DVD with little care for the commercial success, and don't even get me started on all the contemporary pulp that fills up the shelves. But god damnit, there's some quality stuff out there that isn't being released, even though</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/112314802159612892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=112314802159612892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/112314802159612892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/112314802159612892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/08/commerce-lacks-element-of-taste.html' title='Commerce lacks the element of taste... CLEARLY.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-112134291283256922</id><published>2005-07-14T14:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T14:08:32.836+02:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Doodle.</title><summary type='text'>Well, there's a fair chance that you won't see any new doodles here for a few weeks. I know, I only started doing these this week, but once my work day ends today, I'm off for a two week vacation - during which, ironically, I'll probably be very busy.Ironic, isn't it, that my paying job is less busy than my personal life ? And that only during my working day I actually have time to doodle ?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/112134291283256922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=112134291283256922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/112134291283256922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/112134291283256922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-last-doodle.html' title='One Last Doodle.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-112126609853090061</id><published>2005-07-13T16:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T16:48:18.536+02:00</updated><title type='text'>TimeWaster.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/112126609853090061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=112126609853090061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/112126609853090061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/112126609853090061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/07/timewaster.html' title='TimeWaster.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-112109160776371152</id><published>2005-07-11T16:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T00:14:06.543+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling like crap.</title><summary type='text'>I pulled an all-nighter last night, to no avail because it turned out to be completely pointless. I'm exhausted now and I feel like crap, and it served no purpose whatsoever because all that work turned out to be unneccessary. To top it all off, I seem to have screwed up some other things pretty badly.I'm having a pretty bad day. And it just doesn't seem to pick up at all.I doodled an appropriate</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/112109160776371152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=112109160776371152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/112109160776371152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/112109160776371152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/07/feeling-like-crap.html' title='Feeling like crap.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-112074174892895764</id><published>2005-07-07T15:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T15:09:08.933+02:00</updated><title type='text'>'Xcuse Me While I Doodle The Day Away.</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I figured this picture posting thing out: it doesn't accept GIF files, just JPEGs. Sheesh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/112074174892895764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=112074174892895764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/112074174892895764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/112074174892895764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/07/xcuse-me-while-i-doodle-day-away.html' title='&apos;Xcuse Me While I Doodle The Day Away.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-112073112343341475</id><published>2005-07-07T12:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T17:12:25.886+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang Bang.</title><summary type='text'>Well, apparently there has been a subway bomb explosion in London just now. This on the same day that the newspapers everywhere in Europe posted the big photos of the cheerful London folk and the depressed Paris folk when the locations for the 2012 Olympics was announced. If I was Scotland Yard, I'd be asking the French where they were this morning.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/112073112343341475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=112073112343341475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/112073112343341475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/112073112343341475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/07/bang-bang.html' title='Bang Bang.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-112065923475130542</id><published>2005-07-06T16:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T16:13:54.756+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Music-inspired doodle...</title><summary type='text'>Quiz for slow-witted people.. Guess what song I was listening to ?(and again, the Blogger image function is a letdown)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/112065923475130542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=112065923475130542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/112065923475130542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/112065923475130542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/07/music-inspired-doodle.html' title='Music-inspired doodle...'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-112064059609172508</id><published>2005-07-06T10:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T11:26:51.680+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumpin' New That's Been Done Before.</title><summary type='text'>It seems more and more (comic) artists are starting to publish doodles and random artwork on blogs. Or maybe that's just my own perception. And since this blog is once again slowly dying, and once again I think it's a shame that it is, I'm gonna publish the occasional doodle as well. After all, with the amount of mind-numbing meetings and phone conversations I have at work, I produce piles of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/112064059609172508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=112064059609172508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/112064059609172508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/112064059609172508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/07/sumpin-new-thats-been-done-before.html' title='Sumpin&apos; New That&apos;s Been Done Before.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111957898746006053</id><published>2005-06-24T04:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T04:09:47.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Push The Buttons.</title><summary type='text'>Ooers - pwetty shiney buttons ! I gots me buttons ! Grim DotCom buttons, look !(And yes, I really need to clean my keyboard, and yes, I should stop drawing when using big black markers, on the wood of my computer table. I know these things, don't tell me that).They'll be for sale at, well, any next con appearance I'll make. One euro each - which is the standard price, it seems, and thus puts me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111957898746006053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111957898746006053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111957898746006053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111957898746006053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/06/push-buttons.html' title='Push The Buttons.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111813286179895038</id><published>2005-06-07T10:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T10:27:41.803+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming a Con Artist.</title><summary type='text'>So this Sunday was the open-air convention in Dordrecht, where I had a fairly good time. And in the week leading up to it, I sudddenly realised I'd have nothing to show if A) people would ask me what I drew, and B) fans would show up. I know the people from option B exist. They email me. Sometimes. And they're good folk as far as I can tell, so I wouldn't want to disappoint them.So in the week </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111813286179895038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111813286179895038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111813286179895038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111813286179895038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/06/becoming-con-artist.html' title='Becoming a Con Artist.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111664326766814460</id><published>2005-05-21T04:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T04:41:07.673+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Phhhhhew.</title><summary type='text'>Well, the ten-page story is finally done. And good grief, what a lot of work this was. I'm mostly content with how it turned out, except the last page I drew, where I feel I did a rather hasty composition. But perhaps I'm just being paranoid and it works fine, I don't know, It's hard to be objective about it after having worked on this for some half a year or so. I keep obsessing about the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111664326766814460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111664326766814460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111664326766814460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111664326766814460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/05/phhhhhew.html' title='Phhhhhew.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111650501857774652</id><published>2005-05-19T14:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T14:16:58.583+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Fine Mess.</title><summary type='text'>Heh, just as I stopped tracking the Word of the Day, last Tuesday (so the first newspaper day after officially stopping) the papers featured the word 'relbelust' - let's just say I'd gladly have nominated it if I hadn't quit. But I need the time - especially this week, since I've got the "Reaper, Baby" project on my hands. That's a ten page story I'm doing for a new magazine set up by some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111650501857774652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111650501857774652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111650501857774652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111650501857774652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/05/another-fine-mess.html' title='Another Fine Mess.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111619506082733482</id><published>2005-05-15T23:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T00:11:00.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Countdown.</title><summary type='text'>So here it is: the final roundup for the Word of the Day. The date was Saturday, May 14, and I discovered during that day (I had to travel a lot by train that day) that there in fact also is a Rotterdam edition of Metro, next to the Amsterdam one. Good grief, how many more are there ?? And they're all different ! So many editors, so many new words slipped through their fingers.. or even worse: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111619506082733482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111619506082733482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111619506082733482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111619506082733482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/05/final-countdown.html' title='The Final Countdown.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111601300414256315</id><published>2005-05-13T20:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T21:36:44.183+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This Mission Sucks.</title><summary type='text'>Just felt like a Lost In Space quote.Well, today was Friday the 13th, and albeit a busy day, it was an interesting one so far and I wouldn't call it unlucky. For one, I got to meet with Han Hoogerbrugge today to hand him his ClickBurg Webcomic Award (or "Clickie"). A friendly and intelligent man with very clear ideas about his art and his life. Interesting afternoon, to say the least. Although it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111601300414256315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111601300414256315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111601300414256315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111601300414256315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-mission-sucks.html' title='This Mission Sucks.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111572350531102049</id><published>2005-05-12T12:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T03:55:42.656+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Realisation.</title><summary type='text'>Warning beforehand: this will be a very long post once it's done. Not that you're not used to those from me, but just saying. I'll also be writing it in parts, spanning several days, so unless it actually ends with 'and that's the end of this long post', you might want to check back later to read the rest. If you're actually interested. Again, just saying.I've come to an important realisation on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111572350531102049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111572350531102049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111572350531102049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111572350531102049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/05/realisation.html' title='Realisation.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111402916318533744</id><published>2005-04-20T22:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T22:32:43.186+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Litter.</title><summary type='text'>Well, today's search for the Word of the Day is a late one, but that's because I had a fairly nice and reasonably productive day without feeling I had to hurry. Read that again, please, if you're someone who knows me a bit: I didn't feel I had to hurry. That's right.. RENE TOOK IT EASY TODAY ! And Hell froze over. And pigs flew. No, really, I did take it easy today.So now I'm taking it easy and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111402916318533744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111402916318533744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111402916318533744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111402916318533744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/04/late-night-litter.html' title='Late Night Litter.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111392331605625925</id><published>2005-04-19T16:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:08:36.056+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poor Catch...</title><summary type='text'>Today's candidates were rare, despite the fact that since yesterday, Metro also has an Amsterdam edition (so even more odds in favour of finding the Word of the Day). However, I think they're very, very valid:- 'rekenzwak' (calculation weak). This refers to kids who don't grasp their basic math skills too quickly by themselves (as the current educational system makes them figure out, I read in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111392331605625925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111392331605625925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111392331605625925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111392331605625925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/04/poor-catch.html' title='A Poor Catch...'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111382077003905848</id><published>2005-04-18T12:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T12:39:30.043+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because He's Smarter Than The Average Bear...</title><summary type='text'>Back in the office, and AGAIN confronted by a manager about the outlaw on reading papers at your desk. Well, I kindly informed her that management has done their job, I've been informed that I'm not allowed to read newspapers at my desk, and I'm going to do it anyway. Their communication came across fine, and I'm taking my own responsibility as an adult and individual in completely ignoring that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111382077003905848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111382077003905848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111382077003905848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111382077003905848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-because-hes-smarter-than-average.html' title='Just Because He&apos;s Smarter Than The Average Bear...'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111369614738402277</id><published>2005-04-17T01:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T02:02:27.386+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying To Make Up.</title><summary type='text'>Welp, Thursday, Friday and Saturday were again crazy, and I'm wiped. Seriously. I fell asleep during drawing The Grim DotCom - that's gotta be a bad sign.And now I'm kind of guiltily trying to retrieve the news of these three days. Not an easy task - I can find Friday's, Sp!ts, I can retrieve the Metro of all three days, but the other newspapers limit their archives to one day, some with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111369614738402277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111369614738402277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111369614738402277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111369614738402277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/04/trying-to-make-up.html' title='Trying To Make Up.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111347707756281282</id><published>2005-04-14T12:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T13:11:17.563+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And Crazier And Crazier.</title><summary type='text'>So yesterday, after work, I had an interview together with ClickBurg-jury president Jeroen Mirck. After that, we both went to get something to eat and then I went home. What wasn't surprising was that I fell deep asleep on the train and overslept, which means I missed my stop. What *was* surprising was that when I got off at Eindhoven, the entire train station was a chaotic mess with drunk soccer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111347707756281282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111347707756281282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111347707756281282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111347707756281282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-crazier-and-crazier.html' title='And Crazier And Crazier.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111340382421047074</id><published>2005-04-13T16:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T16:50:24.213+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Are Getting Crazier And Crazier.</title><summary type='text'>Welp, I've finally done it: an all-nighter in service of ClickBurg. That's right: I didn't get to shut my eyes for a single minute last night, because I was piecing together the programme booklet. I'm running on 100% coffee today, I doubt there's much of anything else running through my veins.And yet: I'm still bringing you the Word of the Day ! How's that for loyalty. Can I get some appreciation</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111340382421047074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111340382421047074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111340382421047074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111340382421047074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/04/things-are-getting-crazier-and-crazier.html' title='Things Are Getting Crazier And Crazier.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111331319100071178</id><published>2005-04-12T15:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T15:39:51.003+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Toby Or Not To Be.</title><summary type='text'>Today's post is specially dedicated to that sweet rabbit, Toby.Or maybe I'm just plugging a site that made me laugh something awful. A lot better than today's nominees for the Word of the Day.- 'witbalansinstellingen' (white balance settings). Apparently something you can change on a digital camera.- 'bosnegerdorpen' (forest negro village).- 'exploronaut' -- what you're supposed to imagine you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111331319100071178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111331319100071178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111331319100071178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111331319100071178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/04/toby-or-not-to-be.html' title='Toby Or Not To Be.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111321752420977926</id><published>2005-04-11T12:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T13:05:24.210+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Takin' It Slow Just Became A Trend.</title><summary type='text'>ClickBurg, the Word of the Day, even The Grim DotCom are starting to feel more and more like *work* these days, and I realise that it's due to two reasons. One, my actual job has lost practically everything I appreciated about it, in short, all the fun is gone, and that backlashes into my 'unpaid jobs' as well, of course. I mean, for 36 hours a week I'm now doing something I can't justify in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111321752420977926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111321752420977926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111321752420977926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111321752420977926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/04/takin-it-slow-just-became-trend.html' title='Takin&apos; It Slow Just Became A Trend.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111307572320942757</id><published>2005-04-09T21:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T22:02:09.926+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Days Crammed Into One.</title><summary type='text'>ClickBurg is taking up more and more of my time, so again I've been running around a lot and getting a lot of work NOT done. To top it off, I had two birthdays crammed into one evening yesterday (which obligated me to go bowling with my friends and then to go out) and tonight I have to go out again, meeting up with some other friends I haven't talked to in ages -- and hopefully getting them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111307572320942757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111307572320942757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111307572320942757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111307572320942757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/04/three-days-crammed-into-one.html' title='Three Days Crammed Into One.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111287295430743116</id><published>2005-04-07T12:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T13:22:34.310+02:00</updated><title type='text'>More Media Muck.</title><summary type='text'>Well, since we all know I'm not stopping my searches for the Word of the Day anytime soon, let's dive right in again, shall we ? I know you've been waiting for it.- 'taalverruwing' (language coarsening). This is a weak nomination: as an expression this does exist, as in 'haar taal verruwd' (her language is coarsening). But still. It doesn't exist yet, and I don't applaud turning expressions into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111287295430743116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111287295430743116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111287295430743116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111287295430743116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/04/more-media-muck.html' title='More Media Muck.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111278367381374048</id><published>2005-04-06T11:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T12:34:33.816+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day, Staring At The Papers</title><summary type='text'>I don't feel like talking about today. The weather's depressing (not rainy per se but grey) and my day so far is boring. That's all I want to say about it. So let's get straight to today's candidates for Word of the Day:- 'milieuplan' (environmental plan). This word is used ironically: the specific political plans it refers to were actually an attempt to bypass European norms on air pollution. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111278367381374048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111278367381374048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111278367381374048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111278367381374048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-day-staring-at-papers.html' title='Another Day, Staring At The Papers'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111271388218637689</id><published>2005-04-05T16:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T17:11:22.190+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause and Efficiency.</title><summary type='text'>Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you all, but ClickBurg kept me busy yesterday and today, because a couple of deadlines ended and another one is creeping by. Add to that mix that I got a public transportation delay, and you'll understand that I didn't sleep until late.Anyway, as I said, I haven't forgotten about you all - I'm picturing you like a nest of hungry little birds snapping their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111271388218637689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111271388218637689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111271388218637689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111271388218637689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/04/cause-and-efficiency.html' title='Cause and Efficiency.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111253326365651799</id><published>2005-04-03T14:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T15:20:54.696+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Like The Pope</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, so I had to focus on The Grim DotCom yesterday, just when some old geezer with a silly hat and a white robe is dying. Which I can't allow myself to ignore if he *does* die, because I'm writing a cynical, critical of society comic about death. So all day I'm watching friggin' CNN and whatnot, the guy just *refuses* to die. So in a hurry, I start working (late) on a different episode that was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111253326365651799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111253326365651799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111253326365651799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111253326365651799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/04/late-like-pope.html' title='Late Like The Pope'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111237180157655952</id><published>2005-04-01T18:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T18:10:01.576+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Post.</title><summary type='text'>I'm not even really checking the media today. I'm very busy with ClickBurg-related things, and besides, I'm not feeling too well. Coughing my longues up, sneezing large green blobs, that sort of fun stuff. Just when the weather is excellent, too - the irony could almost indicate that there *is* a god and this is his prank for today.Because it's April Fool's day ! Yep - I've made myself guilty of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111237180157655952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111237180157655952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111237180157655952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111237180157655952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/04/short-post.html' title='Short Post.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111227131415564556</id><published>2005-03-31T13:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T14:17:13.766+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Two days in the office and I'm sick.</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe this - two weeks of working my ass off and running around in my own time, even taking an exhausting trip back and forth to London, and I'm healthy as can be. Two days back in the office and I'm sick as a dog.I'm not home, of course, because I'm not a wuss. A bit of coughing, sore throat, crappy feeling and sneezing large green blobs isn't enough to keep me off my duties. And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111227131415564556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111227131415564556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111227131415564556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111227131415564556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/03/two-days-in-office-and-im-sick.html' title='Two days in the office and I&apos;m sick.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111219164802504171</id><published>2005-03-30T15:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T16:28:32.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Some More Scrabble Words.</title><summary type='text'>Today has been a little less quiet at work than yesterday, so it took me a bit longer to find the candidates for the Word of the Day. But, here goes !- 'schoonheidsindustrie' (beauty industry). This includes, apparently, everything from hairdressers to beauty salons to plastic surgeons. Chinese folks are getting more and more wealthy (says the newspaper article I'm looking at) and they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111219164802504171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111219164802504171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111219164802504171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111219164802504171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/03/some-more-scrabble-words.html' title='Some More Scrabble Words.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111210001887033307</id><published>2005-03-29T14:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T14:40:18.873+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm Back, Big As Life And Twice As Ugly.</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I know, I know.. I promised.. and yet... there was no Word of the Day for Monday, because it was Easter. And since this is a predominantly catholic country, no newspaper that day.So here goes - Tuesday ! Another look at the brilliant new words made up by our media and how they enrich our language.- 'homomonument' (gay monument): a few hundred people had a protest rally against racism and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111210001887033307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111210001887033307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111210001887033307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111210001887033307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/03/yes-im-back-big-as-life-and-twice-as.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m Back, Big As Life And Twice As Ugly.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111145342247343133</id><published>2005-03-22T02:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T02:03:42.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Little confirmation.</title><summary type='text'>Just to confirm that I'm still alive folks, a tiny post. I took the test from Greg's blog even though I've already been telling folks for over half a decade that I'm an agnost, and sure enough, I am. However, I find the percentages of other religions that result from my answers equally accurate, yet surprising: You scored as agnosticism. You are an agnostic. Though it is generally taken that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111145342247343133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111145342247343133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111145342247343133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111145342247343133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/03/little-confirmation.html' title='Little confirmation.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111067615139892461</id><published>2005-03-13T02:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T02:09:11.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is René, Signing Off.</title><summary type='text'>That's right: you're getting the Word of the Week from me, and then, for a while, nothing. Unless I want to. The upcoming two weeks I have off, and I'll be very busy. Hopefully with some fun stuff in there as well - I'll be going to the UK next weekend for the UK Mini &amp; Webcomics Thing, so perhaps I'll report what that was like on here. And maybe if there's other interesting things to tell, and I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111067615139892461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111067615139892461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111067615139892461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111067615139892461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-is-ren-signing-off.html' title='This Is René, Signing Off.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111067552034071104</id><published>2005-03-13T01:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T01:58:40.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Damnit, I'm Tired.</title><summary type='text'>Okay, there was no Word of the Day on Saturday itself. I spent the entire day working on the new Grim DotCom episode, because it required some research, AND some animating. I was also busy tweaking something in the ClickBurg code for half an hour or so - all in all, I didn't have the time to check the media.In retrospect, it's good that I didn't, because they really disappoint me today. You'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111067552034071104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111067552034071104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111067552034071104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111067552034071104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/03/damnit-im-tired.html' title='Damnit, I&apos;m Tired.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111057171301923485</id><published>2005-03-11T20:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T21:14:13.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Down Again.</title><summary type='text'>First off: the word of the day is 'rollatorimago'. It's from an article about the city of Maastricht which is turning into a 'rollatorcity' (this one was definately the runner-up) which means more and more rich seniors are moving there and the younger crowd is actually a minority there. Basically, it's becoming the Miami of the Netherlands. And that worries our socialist government, of course.Now</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111057171301923485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111057171301923485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111057171301923485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111057171301923485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/03/counting-down-again.html' title='Counting Down Again.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111046562699374738</id><published>2005-03-10T15:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T15:51:33.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Up To Another Break.</title><summary type='text'>Well, entertaining as I don't doubt the Word of the Day rants are, at the end of my workday today start two weeks of vacation, which - as usual - will be very busy. So I'll finish the week (Friday and Saturday will bring some more nominations, and Sunday I'll pick the Word of the Week again) and after that, two weeks of mostly quietude here. After that, I'll return again, of course. Someone needs</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111046562699374738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111046562699374738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111046562699374738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111046562699374738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/03/working-up-to-another-break.html' title='Working Up To Another Break.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111036586425201970</id><published>2005-03-09T11:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T11:57:44.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sniffin' Around For Something Special.</title><summary type='text'>I'm still bored with the abundant presence of uninteresting new media words. I want a winner, damnit ! I'm getting fed up with nominating words simply because there are no better candidates.For instance, see today's lineup:- 'antiterreurtop' (anti terrorism top). And from the same article, 'antiterreurconferentie' (anti terrorism conference). Blegh. Ever since 9/11, justabout any word has gotten </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111036586425201970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111036586425201970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111036586425201970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111036586425201970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/03/sniffin-around-for-something-special.html' title='Sniffin&apos; Around For Something Special.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111028513771371259</id><published>2005-03-08T13:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T13:32:17.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Grind</title><summary type='text'>Well, time for another round of 'The Word of the Day'. Let's take a look at our relatively unimaginative, inane candidates, shall we ?- 'werkloosheidsdag', which means unemployment day. No, this is not a national holiday to celebrate the joys of unemployment (although I'm sure the sheer number of the unemployed would by now justify such a holiday), this is a word just created to state that help </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111028513771371259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111028513771371259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111028513771371259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111028513771371259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/03/daily-grind.html' title='Daily Grind'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111018459968614883</id><published>2005-03-07T09:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T09:36:39.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Laaaaaaaaaaaaame....</title><summary type='text'>I'm not happy with today's newspapers. There are several candidates in there but I'm getting the feeling I've seen them before. Or at least have nominated their 'brothers' for the same reasons. The utter lack in creativity of the journalists is very disappointing today.Let's see what they are, ok ?- 'kiesburgemeester' (choose mayor). This is wrong for two reasons.. first, the fact that in a year </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111018459968614883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111018459968614883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111018459968614883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111018459968614883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/03/laaaaaaaaaaaaame.html' title='Laaaaaaaaaaaaame....'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111006450374107073</id><published>2005-03-06T00:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T00:15:03.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Winner Is...</title><summary type='text'>You know the drill. Here are the Words of the Day for the past week, and then I'll pick the winner, which'll be the Word of the Week. I'm tired, too, so I won't bother with an explanation. Just accept it.Monday: 'toekomst-mentoren'Tuesday: 'waspoederdozenstriptekenaar'Wednesday: 'klompconstructies'Thursday: 'brommeldingen'Friday: 'lasersquashen'Saturday: 'sneeuwbalgooiers'And the Word of the Week</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111006450374107073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111006450374107073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111006450374107073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111006450374107073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/03/and-winner-is.html' title='And The Winner Is...'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-111004476948255959</id><published>2005-03-05T18:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T18:46:09.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice Between Two Evils</title><summary type='text'>Well, two likely candidates for the Word of the Day today. Both have to do with the snow - you'd think it NEVER snows in this country, the way the media and newspapers are paying attention to it this week. It's really the talk of the town that we call Holland...The first one is 'snelwegchaos' (highway chaos). We need this word because there's an article on the front page that reports the roads </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/111004476948255959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=111004476948255959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111004476948255959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/111004476948255959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/03/choice-between-two-evils.html' title='Choice Between Two Evils'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110995344175848433</id><published>2005-03-04T17:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T17:24:01.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No Need For The Paper Today.</title><summary type='text'>Well, today's Word of the Day was easy, I didn't need to read any papers for it. I saw the word on posters in Tilburg, which announced that if you're really bored (and we all know many people are), you can go play 'lasersquashen' (laser raquetball). This is clearly something similar as 'disco bowling' - just the regular game, except you get a laser show to accompany it. I dunno, the balls in that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110995344175848433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110995344175848433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110995344175848433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110995344175848433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-need-for-paper-today.html' title='No Need For The Paper Today.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110983985399422088</id><published>2005-03-03T09:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T09:52:40.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmmmm</title><summary type='text'>No long list today. I read this article on page two of the first newspaper I was searching, and decided to call 'brommeldingen' (humming reports) the Word of the Day because the article it was mentioned in is a beauty. I'm serious: it's like it's written by a poet, not a journalist. Below I've quoted the article, and I've put every expression and sentence I love in bold.----------Limburg </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110983985399422088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110983985399422088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110983985399422088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110983985399422088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/03/hmmmmmmm.html' title='Hmmmmmmm'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110977359231234224</id><published>2005-03-02T14:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T15:26:32.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowballs !</title><summary type='text'>It's finally snowing here - well, it has been snowing occasionally the past months, but it never really stayed and it didn't amount to much either. Right now there's a fairly thick layer outside the office and I've effortlessly made a few snowballs during smoke breaks to take back into the office and harrass colleagues with. Fun !So let's see what kind of snow the newspaper journalists have been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110977359231234224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110977359231234224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110977359231234224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110977359231234224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/03/snowballs.html' title='Snowballs !'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110967573140718506</id><published>2005-03-01T12:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T13:54:35.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Overloop !</title><summary type='text'>My oldest and best friend Tom used to attempt to teach me how to program in Basic when we were young (age 13 or 14 or thereabouts, and yes, I realise nowadays the average three year old can outcode the likes of me in practically any computer language, but back then it was still semi-unusual to have these kinds of things as a hobby) and because my computer was a piece of crap without a harddrive </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110967573140718506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110967573140718506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110967573140718506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110967573140718506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/03/overloop.html' title='Overloop !'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110958869356693261</id><published>2005-02-28T11:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T12:04:53.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More Words from the Vocabulary Vulture.</title><summary type='text'>Well, I know that whoever is still reading all of this is most likely not that interested in how I'm doing and other inane babble about, say, my comics 'n such, so let's just dig into the newspapers of today, shall we ?- 'Antitabaksverdrag' (anti tobacco treaty). The war on smokers has reached the excess of an actual treaty signed in Geneva, which the WHO wants enforced worldwide. Still, I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110958869356693261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110958869356693261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110958869356693261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110958869356693261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/02/more-words-from-vocabulary-vulture.html' title='More Words from the Vocabulary Vulture.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110947687940787356</id><published>2005-02-27T04:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T05:01:19.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Like Sunday Morning</title><summary type='text'>I can't sleep yet. I blame it on the adrenaline of hurrying through another Grim DotCom-episode - I was late ! The episode wasn't up at midnight, for the first time since I started this comic ! I'm deeply ashamed and want to apologise to the fans of the comic - albeit I'm unsure how few of you there really are who actually *follow* the strip, in contrast to just the casual readers. Might only be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110947687940787356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110947687940787356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110947687940787356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110947687940787356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/02/easy-like-sunday-morning.html' title='Easy Like Sunday Morning'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110943548641179609</id><published>2005-02-26T17:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T17:42:25.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost In Transgression.</title><summary type='text'>On days like these I don't want to play Language Cop anymore. I mean, honestly, you don't know where to begin, and to make matters worse, I'm even late with my next Grim DotCom episode ! So I'm going to give you a quick but no doubt incomplete rundown of a few things that only took me seconds to find:- 'Poppenseks' (puppet sex) - from an article about Team America, of course. Is this word </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110943548641179609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110943548641179609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110943548641179609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110943548641179609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/02/lost-in-transgression.html' title='Lost In Transgression.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110933415805411544</id><published>2005-02-25T12:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T13:22:38.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lavishing you with Linguistic Litter</title><summary type='text'>I know you all must have missed me like crazy yesterday, but I was too busy - it was, for once (and today I feel very strongly that it also was the last time), my day off instead of Friday, I switched them around. Of course I also packed that day full with activities, and towards the evening I had to go to The Hague, where I unexpectedly stranded and had to stay over with some friends. All day I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110933415805411544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110933415805411544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110933415805411544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110933415805411544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/02/lavishing-you-with-linguistic-litter.html' title='Lavishing you with Linguistic Litter'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110915587089317163</id><published>2005-02-23T11:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T11:51:10.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 'em, Danno.</title><summary type='text'>Some more crimes against the Dutch language:- an article that mentions the word 'gesteggel', which comes from the verb 'steggelen', which is mostly a dialect-spoken-word (meaning to have a debate about something) and isn't actually in the dictionary. There are also plenty of alternatives for it, and I was taught in school that newspapers really oughtn't to be using words that aren't in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110915587089317163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110915587089317163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110915587089317163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110915587089317163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/02/book-em-danno.html' title='Book &apos;em, Danno.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110907825483595636</id><published>2005-02-22T13:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T14:17:34.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More Linguistic Decay</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I have a couple of candidates I want to tell you about. I've already made my choice for the Word of the Day, but I thought the others were interesting to mention as well.First off, GoGo tours has set up a special website, dumpjeschatje.nl. It's a site filled with tips on how to dump your beloved before your vacation, because statistics show that most young people prefer going on holiday </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110907825483595636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110907825483595636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110907825483595636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110907825483595636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/02/more-linguistic-decay.html' title='More Linguistic Decay'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110902821744906821</id><published>2005-02-21T11:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T00:24:55.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.... And We're Back.</title><summary type='text'>Well, that was an.. interesting week. At 26 years old, I'm now president of the first webcomics foundation in the Netherlands, possibly the world. I've also handed out a lot of flyers (and several enthousiastic people helped me out there), the ClickBurg organisation T-shirts have been printed, I've attended the comics convention in Rijswijk the past weekend, I've been interviewed a few times, the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110902821744906821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110902821744906821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110902821744906821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110902821744906821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-were-back.html' title='.... And We&apos;re Back.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110825405047470684</id><published>2005-02-13T01:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T02:24:34.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time's Up.</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I was late, but I had to get groceries, pull some work for ClickBurg, get the newspaper that had my interview from yesterday, and I spent seven straight hours on the new episode of the Grim DotCom which went online just in time before midnight (two and a half minutes to spare). I'd say it was a pretty busy Saturday. To top it all off, I had to watch Kentucky Fried Movie while it was on TV. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110825405047470684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110825405047470684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110825405047470684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110825405047470684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/02/times-up.html' title='Time&apos;s Up.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110816688979135488</id><published>2005-02-12T00:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T01:08:09.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Priceless From Tilburg</title><summary type='text'>Alright, sorry I'm late, but you won't believe how busy I've been today. I'd also like to take this opportunity and let you all know that the upcoming week, I'll be taking time off work but also off here, to work on my comics and on the ClickBurg convention. So no Word of the Day next week, it'll return after that. Sorry folks.But, I'll do my best to find one for today (Friday - yes, as I said, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110816688979135488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110816688979135488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110816688979135488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110816688979135488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/02/something-priceless-from-tilburg.html' title='Something Priceless From Tilburg'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110803466060139959</id><published>2005-02-10T13:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T15:16:51.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for another lineup.</title><summary type='text'>Thursday, and feeling all encouraged from the fact that some completely meaningless person took offense to what I'm doing here makes me want to put in extra effort today ! So here goes:From Spits:- from one and the same article (front page in fact), two words: 'Antiterreurplan' and 'radicaliseringsprocessen'. The first should be rather obvious: anti terror plan. The second one refers to muslims</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110803466060139959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110803466060139959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110803466060139959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110803466060139959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/02/time-for-another-lineup.html' title='Time for another lineup.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110799312585630436</id><published>2005-02-10T01:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T11:45:02.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment on my little mission...</title><summary type='text'>On the GeenStijl blog, some guy who calls himself NoCigar (wow, I do admire the originality some people display in choosing their online pseudonyms so) decided it was necessary to comment on my Word of the Day rants, specifically the last entry:Verder keek ik even naar het blog van een van de amateur-tekenaars: in sukkelig, gebroken en slecht Engels klagens over de taalverloedering m.b.t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110799312585630436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110799312585630436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110799312585630436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110799312585630436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/02/comment-on-my-little-mission.html' title='Comment on my little mission...'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110795356655665360</id><published>2005-02-09T13:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T13:52:46.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How IT Ruins Our Language.</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I get that we might want to use a hip label like 'spyware'. Fine. But do we need 'antispyware' ? And, even worse, do we need 'antispyware software' ?? Do tech journalists ever even THINK about the language they use ??Seriously, folks. 'Antispyware' is the Word of the Day. And I'm very tempted to add 'software' to the term, exactly as it was used TWO TIMES in the same teenie tiny article.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110795356655665360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110795356655665360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110795356655665360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110795356655665360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/02/how-it-ruins-our-language.html' title='How IT Ruins Our Language.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110785539818081956</id><published>2005-02-08T10:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T10:36:38.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chairman of disasters</title><summary type='text'>You no doubt are kept a bit up to date on current events in The Netherlands if you read this daily. You know, for instance, about the famous fireworks disaster - well, apparently, after FIVE YEARS, someone in Dutch politics deemed it necessary to appoint Pieter van Vollehoven (pianist, friend of our Royalty, and, for no reason anyone can explain, apparently important) as chairman of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110785539818081956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110785539818081956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110785539818081956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110785539818081956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/02/chairman-of-disasters.html' title='Chairman of disasters'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110777802290785406</id><published>2005-02-07T13:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T13:07:02.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Caste-away.</title><summary type='text'>I'm, again, outraged. I think the Words of the Day that get me worked up the most are those in relation to messages of people being treated like they're not people. Today the newspapers are reporting about victims of 'the' tsunami (you guessed it, 'tsunamislachtoffers') who are being denied help by India's authorities, and who aren't even counted in the body count. Why ? Because these poor folks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110777802290785406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110777802290785406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110777802290785406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110777802290785406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/02/caste-away.html' title='Caste-away.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110764043257593081</id><published>2005-02-05T22:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T22:53:52.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now For One Ahead Of Schedule.</title><summary type='text'>Since I want to spend my Sunday on a few things, possibly even *not* working on something creative (although I likely will be doing that after all), I've decided to go ahead and post the Word of the Week early. Not too much early since it's nearing eleven, so in a little more than an hour it wil be Sunday anyway, but still.I first want to put a nuance in about my previous posting. I'm reminded </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110764043257593081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110764043257593081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110764043257593081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110764043257593081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-now-for-one-ahead-of-schedule.html' title='And Now For One Ahead Of Schedule.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110763237596955678</id><published>2005-02-05T20:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T20:39:35.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ode To Wastes Of Time.</title><summary type='text'>Today's Word of the Day is Balseizoen. Let me start of by saying that much.Balseizoen means 'ball season' - but it's not a soccer term or anything, it refers to the phenomenon gala ball, you know, where reasonably rich people dress up in outrageously expensive suits and dresses and dance or talk while accompanied with so-called classy music, often in a beautiful building with top of the line </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110763237596955678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110763237596955678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110763237596955678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110763237596955678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/02/ode-to-wastes-of-time.html' title='An Ode To Wastes Of Time.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110753067598579874</id><published>2005-02-04T16:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T16:24:35.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Read For Today</title><summary type='text'>Still not well, which is annoying, because now it's on my own time and I have things to do. Anyway, I only peeked into the Metro for a few minutes today, and yet again I hit jackpot as far as I'm concerned: there's a short article in there about the Tokkies, who gained national celebrity as being the most anti-social family in the Netherlands (yes, that's what it takes to get your fat mug on TV </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110753067598579874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110753067598579874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110753067598579874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110753067598579874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/02/quick-read-for-today.html' title='Quick Read For Today'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110744598283468403</id><published>2005-02-03T16:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T17:07:51.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another late round of the media.</title><summary type='text'>I decided to give up on the last day of my working week as well. Amsterdam just feels a bit too far away when you're still capable of coughing up half of the pizza you ate last night, you know ? And when your nose produces enough - ok, I'll save you the gory details. Let's just say that, although I am getting better every day, it was probably in the best interest of my clients, my colleagues, and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110744598283468403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110744598283468403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110744598283468403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110744598283468403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/02/another-late-round-of-media.html' title='Another late round of the media.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110738402652977989</id><published>2005-02-02T23:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T23:46:33.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak Wednesday.</title><summary type='text'>Well, I had a long tough discussion with my body this morning when I had to get up, and my body won: it was indeed wiser to stay in bed today. So for most of the day, I was unconscious while my body took on this rather stubborn germ that's been a nuisance the past days. The battle hasn't fully been fought yet, but I feel quite a bit better, lemme tell ya. (Of course, I always claim to be feeling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110738402652977989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110738402652977989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110738402652977989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110738402652977989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/02/weak-wednesday.html' title='Weak Wednesday.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110721400308852287</id><published>2005-02-01T01:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T15:04:53.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Day's Worth Of Words Because I'm Late.</title><summary type='text'>I haven't managed to find the Word of the Day this monday - I had a good candidate, 'aanzuigende', but it was actually in the dictionary. I haven't had time to find another one because my working day has been really busy, right after work the train ride was disasterous, and I had the rest of my evening booked solid with ClickBurg-related stuff. On top of it all: I'm ill. For the first time in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110721400308852287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110721400308852287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110721400308852287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110721400308852287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/02/two-days-worth-of-words-because-im.html' title='Two Day&apos;s Worth Of Words Because I&apos;m Late.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110711379522351743</id><published>2005-01-30T20:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T20:36:35.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And this week's winner is...</title><summary type='text'>I'm ill and I'm - to sing a very familiar song - very busy on top of that, so I'm gonna just announce the word of the week and leave it at that for today.First the round-up of all of this week's winners...Monday: vrijetijdsnotarisTuesday: douane-unieWednesday: hypo-allergene poesThursday: crisisbedrijvenFriday: woonextremistSaturday: borstenreportageAnd the winner is... crisisbedrijven !</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110711379522351743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110711379522351743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110711379522351743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110711379522351743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-this-weeks-winner-is.html' title='And this week&apos;s winner is...'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110703258715187207</id><published>2005-01-29T21:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T22:03:07.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Search.</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I didn't get to put much effort into the search for the Word of today, but I found one nonetheless, with thanks to the Metro: "borstenreportage". A 'reportage' means a news article or news report, and 'borsten' means breasts. This has to do with the American 'nipplegate' (Janet Jackson) and the Dutch 'boobsgate' (Georgina Verbaan, the question of wether 'they' are 'real' or not occupied the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110703258715187207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110703258715187207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110703258715187207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110703258715187207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/01/saturday-search.html' title='Saturday Search.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110694571753556669</id><published>2005-01-28T21:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T22:04:33.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crayyy-zee.</title><summary type='text'>Yet another busy day, ughhh... I need some sleep, man. And there's not a single day this weekend that I'll get to REALLY sleep in ! I suppose today wasn't half bad though, because I got to go gift shopping for the two (female) friends that are celebrating their birthday in my house tomorrow night, and I got to do that efficiently, meaning: with a girl (shopping for females with female company is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110694571753556669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110694571753556669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110694571753556669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110694571753556669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/01/crayyy-zee.html' title='Crayyy-zee.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110681644514089404</id><published>2005-01-27T09:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T10:00:45.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No, no, no, no.</title><summary type='text'>Two nominees already, and both just got me shaking my head. Come on, journalist folk, be reasonable (agreed that some journalists simply can't seem to, but try, at least)... do we need the word 'Nintendospelcomputer' ? Why can't you just say 'Nintendo game console' or some other combination of loose words ?And when you write an article about one fifth of all small and middle sized companies in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110681644514089404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110681644514089404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110681644514089404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110681644514089404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/01/no-no-no-no.html' title='No, no, no, no.'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941197.post-110675750831880164</id><published>2005-01-26T17:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T17:38:28.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Words on Wednesday</title><summary type='text'>Incredibly busy day so I don't have long here. Good things are happening and I'll update someday soon, but for now I can only leave you with the word of the day:Hypo-allergene poes. Yes, these are two words. But really, when the government is having a sincere debate about wether or not genetic manipulation of pets would be allowed, and the argument that if you can create a cat whose hairs won't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/feeds/110675750831880164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941197&amp;postID=110675750831880164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110675750831880164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941197/posts/default/110675750831880164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusnil.blogspot.com/2005/01/some-words-on-wednesday.html' title='Some Words on Wednesday'/><author><name>StatusNil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04545220433141201616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.probeersel.com/renevd/about/pictures/StatusNil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
