<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33796343</id><updated>2008-01-31T17:52:46.014Z</updated><title type='text'>Christopher Lampshire's Guide to Life</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/atom.xml'/><author><name>Christopher Lampshire</name></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33796343.post-3151179847632942674</id><published>2008-01-31T16:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-31T17:52:46.109Z</updated><title type='text'>What makes shoes good?</title><summary type='text'>I haven't been getting letters lately because I'm not very popular, but recently I found this letter in the mail box which I forgot to check for a year.

The letter reads:

"Dear Chris,

Dude, help me out, man.  I just stole a credit card and I'm on the run, and I want to spend someone else's money I now have on shoes, because they're so expensive.

At first I thought I would just buy the most </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/2008/01/what-makes-shoes-good.html' title='What makes shoes good?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33796343&amp;postID=3151179847632942674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/3151179847632942674'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/3151179847632942674'/><author><name>Christopher Lampshire</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33796343.post-3135256377808924401</id><published>2007-02-09T09:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-04T18:32:14.674Z</updated><title type='text'>Should I use a comb or a brush?</title><summary type='text'>I got this email on my Blackberry while I was skydiving:

"Dear C. L. (your initials),

First of all, if you just happen to be skydiving, don't let me distract you too much or you might forget to open the parachute!

Having said that, I will now write some more.

I have a comb and a hairbrush, but I'm not sure which one to use.  It seems like the hair brush is just an array of combs...

I have </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/2007/02/should-i-use-comb-or-brush.html' title='Should I use a comb or a brush?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33796343&amp;postID=3135256377808924401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/3135256377808924401'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/3135256377808924401'/><author><name>Christopher Lampshire</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33796343.post-117000332247698441</id><published>2007-01-28T16:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-28T16:55:22.700Z</updated><title type='text'>Why is there day light savings time?</title><summary type='text'>I got this email this morning as I ate crumpets and donuts:

"Dear Lampshire,

I am quite fond of your work.  You seem like you know what you're talking about.  I like that, I respect that.  Attitude is everything, I say.  Is the glass mostly empty, or a little full?  You know what I mean?

I have a question for you... day light savings time.  I hate it.  It gets me all off track.  It's like </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/2007/01/why-is-there-day-light-savings-time.html' title='Why is there day light savings time?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33796343&amp;postID=117000332247698441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/117000332247698441'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/117000332247698441'/><author><name>Christopher Lampshire</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33796343.post-116487410840019849</id><published>2006-11-30T07:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-30T08:08:28.656Z</updated><title type='text'>What math course should I take?</title><summary type='text'>Good day, mate!  I got this in my email from a young lad, Bert Gepew from Miami.  He wrote:

"Dear Mr. Lampshire,

Good morning!  At least, it's morning here, but by the time you read this it might not be.  Isn't that weird?  Anyway, I have a question, and by the way, I like your blog, it's really far out and groovy dude.  You're the bee's knees, as we cool kids say.  I guess you would not </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/2006/11/what-math-course-should-i-take.html' title='What math course should I take?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33796343&amp;postID=116487410840019849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/116487410840019849'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/116487410840019849'/><author><name>Christopher Lampshire</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33796343.post-116288633841799497</id><published>2006-11-07T07:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-07T07:58:58.426Z</updated><title type='text'>How are you?</title><summary type='text'>I got this question the other day when I walked into work:

"Hi Mr. Lampshire,

How are you?

From me, Phillip the polite jolly old chap."

Phillip, I'm fine, thanks.

Well, that's all for today.  Remember boys and girls, and try not to forget.  Thanks for your question, Phillip the dunderhead.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/2006/11/how-are-you.html' title='How are you?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33796343&amp;postID=116288633841799497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/116288633841799497'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/116288633841799497'/><author><name>Christopher Lampshire</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33796343.post-116054581530282267</id><published>2006-10-11T06:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T06:50:15.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Will dogs evolve into humans?</title><summary type='text'>I recently got this email from Gretel Grootel from Windsor.  She writes:

"Dearest Christopher of the Lampshire clan,

I bring to you good greetings and good fortune and good tidings.

I have a question I would die of happiness if you answered, for you are the wisest of them all.  My dog (named Foofoo Gumdrops the Third) likes to eat people food.  My question is, if all the humans in the world </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/2006/10/will-dogs-evolve-into-humans.html' title='Will dogs evolve into humans?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33796343&amp;postID=116054581530282267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/116054581530282267'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/116054581530282267'/><author><name>Christopher Lampshire</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33796343.post-115960890740208238</id><published>2006-09-30T09:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T10:41:46.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I be an astronaut when I grow up?</title><summary type='text'>I got this letter from little Willy Winkly, a nine year old from Shrewsbury.  He wants advice on his future, and I am just the person to ask since parents are biased in favor of you and I'm not.   Willy writes:

"Dear Mr. L,

Howdy partner!  My name is Willy, but people only pronounce it with one 'l' to save time so it's Wily.  I've been lately thinking about how I should make money when I get </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/2006/09/should-i-be-astronaut-when-i-grow-up.html' title='Should I be an astronaut when I grow up?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33796343&amp;postID=115960890740208238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/115960890740208238'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/115960890740208238'/><author><name>Christopher Lampshire</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33796343.post-115908407874677597</id><published>2006-09-24T08:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T08:52:05.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of computer should I buy?</title><summary type='text'>A couple of years ago I found this letter in a dustbin by Big Benny (as I call it) and decided to hold on to it until blogs were invented so that I could blog it. It's from Samantha Screech:

"To whom it may concern:

I want to get a new computer, but when it comes to computers I just don't know what I'm doing. When it comes to getting a new one, I know even less, which means I know a negative </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/2006/09/what-kind-of-computer-should-i-buy.html' title='What kind of computer should I buy?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33796343&amp;postID=115908407874677597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/115908407874677597'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/115908407874677597'/><author><name>Christopher Lampshire</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33796343.post-115830972170683920</id><published>2006-09-15T09:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T09:42:01.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you play golf?</title><summary type='text'>I got this email from Fred Burper regarding the game of golf:

"Dear Mr. Lampshire,

I want to be considered an athlete, but I really don't want to do anything physical.  I tried bowling, but the balls were too heavy and my fingers kept slipping so I kept getting gutter balls.  I think golf would therefore be the ideal sport for me.  After all, I enjoy put-put.

But... how do you play golf?  All </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/2006/09/how-do-you-play-golf.html' title='How do you play golf?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33796343&amp;postID=115830972170683920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/115830972170683920'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/115830972170683920'/><author><name>Christopher Lampshire</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33796343.post-115795427712403691</id><published>2006-09-11T06:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T06:57:58.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you know so much?</title><summary type='text'>I got this humbling letter over the weekend from Colin Handyfin, one of my many fans:

"Dear Honorable Gentleman Lampshire,

You might know me.  I just have a slight question for you, as you are clearly a very smart man. How do you know your questioners names? They sign their letters with their first name, then some adjective following "the." Yet in introducing the letters, you state their full </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/2006/09/how-do-you-know-so-much.html' title='How do you know so much?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33796343&amp;postID=115795427712403691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/115795427712403691'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/115795427712403691'/><author><name>Christopher Lampshire</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33796343.post-115778091203815951</id><published>2006-09-09T06:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T06:51:48.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I eat for dinner?</title><summary type='text'>Here's an email from Betsy Bellyflop.  I just found this email in my desk drawer in the "Really Stupid" pile:

"Dear Mr. Lampshire,

Hello!  How are you?  What time is it there?  It is almost midnight here.  It is late and I have not eaten dinner yet.  What should I eat?  I don't want to eat the wrong thing.  I will eat nothing until I hear your reply.

Your forever,

Betsy the starving."

I've </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/2006/09/what-should-i-eat-for-dinner.html' title='What should I eat for dinner?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33796343&amp;postID=115778091203815951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/115778091203815951'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/115778091203815951'/><author><name>Christopher Lampshire</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33796343.post-115760580899518348</id><published>2006-09-07T05:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T06:10:09.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I buy with $100?</title><summary type='text'>Vincent Bronswall emailed me this interesting question a few nights ago:

"Dear Mr. Lampshire,

I am fourteen years old.  My parents just gave me $100 because they are rich and I am an only child who gets all the attention and never has to do any chores.  I was wondering, Mr. Lampshire, how should I spend my new small fortune?  I want to buy something, I just don't know what?  What would you do </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/2006/09/what-should-i-buy-with-100.html' title='What should I buy with $100?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33796343&amp;postID=115760580899518348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/115760580899518348'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/115760580899518348'/><author><name>Christopher Lampshire</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33796343.post-115752026661450256</id><published>2006-09-06T06:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T06:29:25.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Global Warming for real?</title><summary type='text'>I got this email from Kelly van Schlouderblaugh:

"Dear Chris Lampshire,

I was recently browsing the Internet when I came across an article that talked about global warming and how we were all going to boil to death or live without snow forever, and it really worried my insides.  Please tell me if this is something I should be concerned about!

Yours truly,

Kelly the ignorant."

First of all, </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/2006/09/is-global-warming-for-real.html' title='Is Global Warming for real?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33796343&amp;postID=115752026661450256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/115752026661450256'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/115752026661450256'/><author><name>Christopher Lampshire</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33796343.post-115742380542263617</id><published>2006-09-05T03:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T03:36:45.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the best instrument?</title><summary type='text'>Today's question comes from Peter Sterlingson from Alaska.  He wants to know what instrument he should play in the marching band:

"Dear Mr. Lampshire sir,

My name is Peter Sterlingson.  I have two dogs by the way.  Anyway, now to my question.  I hope to be in marching band this year!  I signed the paper that said

'Do you want to be in marching band?  If yes, check here *blank space* ... if no,</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/2006/09/what-is-best-instrument.html' title='What is the best instrument?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33796343&amp;postID=115742380542263617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/115742380542263617'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/115742380542263617'/><author><name>Christopher Lampshire</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33796343.post-115729522336567138</id><published>2006-09-03T15:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T21:47:52.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I tell the truth?</title><summary type='text'>Our first question comes from Cassie from Lancaster... she writes:

"Dear Mr. Lampshire,

O dear me! Can anyone help me? I have a friend who's in a predicament. Her father told her to do her homework every night so that it would get done, but lately she's been just going to sleep and not doing her homework. Now her grades are really bad, like a failing grade in history and a failing gradle in </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/2006/09/should-i-tell-truth.html' title='Should I tell the truth?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33796343&amp;postID=115729522336567138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/115729522336567138'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/115729522336567138'/><author><name>Christopher Lampshire</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33796343.post-115729328377357909</id><published>2006-09-03T15:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T15:21:23.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello everyone!</title><summary type='text'>Hello, welcome to my all new blog! Since I won't be able to create more podcasts for while, I thought I should create a blog for all my answers to the many questions people have been emailing me. Since I am kind of old and have experienced a good amount of life, and also because I am just so smart, people often come to me for advice, opinions, and just answers in general. So welcome to my guide </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/2006/09/hello-everyone.html' title='Hello everyone!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33796343&amp;postID=115729328377357909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.wizardwalk.com/blog3/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/115729328377357909'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33796343/posts/default/115729328377357909'/><author><name>Christopher Lampshire</name></author></entry></feed>