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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.0.0 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Tue, 02 Dec 2008 13:15:45 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>Gino</title><subtitle>Gino</subtitle><id>http://vidavee.squarespace.com/gino/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://vidavee.squarespace.com/gino/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vidavee.squarespace.com/gino/atom.xml"/><updated>2006-12-20T20:26:22Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.0.0 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>outside the box</title><id>http://vidavee.squarespace.com/gino/2006/12/20/outside-the-box.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vidavee.squarespace.com/gino/2006/12/20/outside-the-box.html"/><author><name>Gino</name></author><published>2006-12-20T20:25:46Z</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:25:46Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: georgia">ideas might start small, but i doubt they&nbsp;begin as small as chris' apartment, which is where we held last night's brainstorming meeting. it wasn't your usual conference room setup: bobo and i shared the miniature leather love seat as dane squatted on the floor with his back to the wall and chris sat in the only chair&nbsp;that was left that wasn't leather. <p>&nbsp;</p></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: georgia">we came up with tons of ideas for effects, bumpers,&nbsp;interstitials as well as&nbsp;plans&nbsp;about future possibilities and performances of this wonderful product blah blah blah. the most interesting part? apparently if you jokingly ask bobo if he can score plutonium the answer is a strong maybe. wtf? <p>&nbsp;</p></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: georgia">once the meeting was complete, dane and bobo returned to their normal sized apartments, and i stuck around chris' compact chamber to play some dual lego star wars on his 360. although it's suppossed to be&nbsp;2 player &quot;team&quot; gameplay, chris&nbsp;managed to find over&nbsp;a dozen different ways to murder me with his lightsaber. soon enough he switched characters and became boba fett and instantly began &quot;accidentally&quot; murdering me with space rockets. good first meeting. <p>&nbsp;</p></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: georgia">hopefully&nbsp;our second meeting&nbsp;will have&nbsp;ideas flowing as strongly as our first meeting&nbsp;(maybe they'll even flow as strongly&nbsp;as the blood did from all my star wars characters whenever chris' came near them.)&nbsp; <p>&nbsp;</p></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: georgia">happy holiday <p>&nbsp;</p></span>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Hell yah</title><id>http://vidavee.squarespace.com/gino/2006/12/18/hell-yah.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vidavee.squarespace.com/gino/2006/12/18/hell-yah.html"/><author><name>Dane Atkinson</name></author><published>2006-12-18T17:15:08Z</published><updated>2006-12-18T17:15:08Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>I got nothing! At least now.<br /></p>]]></content></entry></feed>