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	<title>Hyperology</title>
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	<description>Streams of consciousness and other pretensions</description>
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		<title>I love JELL-O</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Why? Because it&#8217;s delicious. And it doesn&#8217;t even have to be &#8220;real&#8221; JELL-O brand flavored gelatin dessert!
My recent infatuation started when I was recently having difficulty wanting not to throw up while trying to eat. Granted, JELL-O is pretty much water, sugar, and calf feet, with practically no nutritional value, but holy crap it&#8217;s sooo [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://hyperology.com/2008/06/02/i-love-jell-o/</link>
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		<title>Maybe it&#8217;s just me</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Then again, maybe Hunter Fan really does suck.
Today, I spent over 10 minutes on hold &#8212; I know this because every three minutes, I was reminded that after 6 minutes, I could leave a voice message and someone would get back to me within 72 hours.
Oh no, you&#8217;re not getting rid of me that easily!
Maybe [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://hyperology.com/2008/04/14/maybe-its-just-me/</link>
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		<title>Get to the chopper!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I really didn&#8217;t want to have to do this &#8212; I really didn&#8217;t. But circumstances being what they are, I&#8217;m left with no alternative.
Last Friday night, a couple of friends and I were sitting around Taco Bell discussing all manner of whatever it is we discuss when one friend visciously maligned something near and dear [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://hyperology.com/2008/01/14/get-to-the-chopper/</link>
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		<title>With apologies to Despair.com</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Admittedly, the whole &#8220;Successories&#8221; thing seems to have run its mid-&#8217;90s course. That doesn&#8217;t mean that there&#8217;s no perfectly good reason to continue to produce satirical imagery (Despair.com&#8217;s raison d&#8217;être).
Thus, I present to you some of my own mediocre &#8220;prints,&#8221; originally inspired by a now-defunct thread on the Something Awful forums:

Creating these images was also [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://hyperology.com/2008/01/11/with-apologies-to-despaircom/</link>
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		<title>One of those days&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I think most of us have had them. Anyone who hasn&#8217;t is probably an android lacking emotion subroutines and pumped full of heroin.
We&#8217;re talking about Bad Days. And I&#8217;ll be the first to admit that, as far as days go, it wasn&#8217;t that bad &#8212; on the surface, anyway. Actually, I think I react better [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://hyperology.com/2008/01/10/one-of-those-days/</link>
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		<title>Feline furniture</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s nothing new: in fact, from the looks of things, Fat Cat Creations has made a business out of catering to the discriminating cat. And while I&#8217;m sure their furniture is indeed up to par (if not above, provided one happens to know what &#8220;par&#8221; is), I have this bad habit of partially designing things, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://hyperology.com/2008/01/09/feline-furniture/</link>
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		<title>I am not a fan of LitterMaid</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Anyone who&#8217;s ever been owned by a cat knows that as cute and precocious as felines can be, there&#8217;s nothing cute about the steaming piles they inevitably leave behind. (Especially when those steaming piles end up on the carpet just outside the litter box. Yeah.)
For a long time, our cat Ashe produced the most horrendous [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://hyperology.com/2008/01/03/i-am-not-a-fan-of-littermaid/</link>
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		<title>I clench just thinking about it</title>
		<description><![CDATA[While researching hemorrhoids, I had the (mis)fortune to stumble upon analpaintrial.com. Yes, that&#8217;s anal pain trial. Dot com. Which immediately conjures up the image of a dank dungeon echoing glitchy industrial music, poorly lit with flickering torches and lined with a gauntlet of leather-clad monstrosities just waiting to&#8230;talk to you about Rectogesic.
All right, maybe I&#8217;m [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://hyperology.com/2008/01/01/i-clench-just-thinking-about-it/</link>
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		<title>How not to go to the bathroom</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I used to have a bad terrible, terrible habit of reading, doing crossword puzzles, playing games on my mobile, etc., while I was on the can.
I used to enjoy sneaking away for a good 10, 15 minutes of my day, alone with my thoughts (and crossword book) and the porcelain throne. The last few weeks, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://hyperology.com/2007/12/31/how-not-to-go-to-the-bathroom/</link>
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