<?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-6717862283301088005</id><updated>2011-10-06T11:51:56.324-07:00</updated><category term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>morethanafewofmyfavoritethings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6717862283301088005/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717862283301088005.post-1538954939894789173</id><published>2008-04-22T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T12:41:10.742-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>I am getting too cool</title><content type='html'>OK! I don't think I can watch the Hills anymore. I have been busier lately and haven't had time to blog but for some reason I thought 20 minutes of the Hills a week was essential. This show makes me so angry! They just roll a die each week to decide between 6 re-occurring plot lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Could Lauren be any dumber?&lt;br /&gt;2. Lauren finds out who her friends really are&lt;br /&gt;3. Spencer is a goon&lt;br /&gt;4. Lauren is dumb, but Audrina is dumber&lt;br /&gt;5. Who wants to be on TV so badly they will hang out with Lauren?&lt;br /&gt;6. Justin-Bobby is awesome and no one can fathom him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why must I watch Alicia Key's show? Is her show so bad they need to force people to watch it during commercial time? Apparently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't be watching The Hills anymore unless they add Flavor Flav to the cast. Or if Lauren can finally figure out who her friends really are. I would also watch the show if it was all Spencer all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lauren you only stopped going back to Jason because he is ENGAGED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6717862283301088005-1538954939894789173?l=morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/feeds/1538954939894789173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-getting-too-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6717862283301088005/posts/default/1538954939894789173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6717862283301088005/posts/default/1538954939894789173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-getting-too-cool.html' title='I am getting too cool'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717862283301088005.post-6749388993469890183</id><published>2008-01-21T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T12:41:10.734-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Martin Luther King Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/R5U7KSs2xvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/eIZtRoxzJ6k/s1600-h/DrKing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block;margin:0px auto 10px;text-align:center" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/R5U7KSs2xvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/eIZtRoxzJ6k/s320/DrKing.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther King Jr. was an awesome guy. I always like to watch biographical news pieces on television while I take the day off, but since every television chanel seems to want to make me think about whether Obama can take on "Both Clintons" I chose to read some Dr. King speeches online. The man was a real poet. Here is one of my favorite lines from Martin Luther King, Jr., "Strength To Love" speech in 1963:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Success, recognition, and conformity are the bywords of the modern world where everyone seems to crave the anesthetizing security of being identified with the majority."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6717862283301088005-6749388993469890183?l=morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/feeds/6749388993469890183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/2008/01/martin-luther-king-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6717862283301088005/posts/default/6749388993469890183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6717862283301088005/posts/default/6749388993469890183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/2008/01/martin-luther-king-day.html' title='Martin Luther King Day'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/R5U7KSs2xvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/eIZtRoxzJ6k/s72-c/DrKing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717862283301088005.post-2641396067702566328</id><published>2008-01-10T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T12:41:10.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>The Daily Show is Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/R4bJbys2xuI/AAAAAAAAAKE/eG8w0HUwyLo/s1600-h/stewart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block;margin:0px auto 10px;text-align:center" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/R4bJbys2xuI/AAAAAAAAAKE/eG8w0HUwyLo/s320/stewart.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know much about the writer's strike but these past few months without The Daily Show have been rough for me. Especially during an election year. I am so glad to see Jon Stewart making his own jokes even if some of them arn't that funny. He is proving to be a really sharp guy. In his interview with author and Giuliani adviser David Frum who said of Ron Paul:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “He's one of those people that the more you learn about him, the more disturbing personality he becomes.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewart shoots back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You should check your guy, My brain's not on strike, brother!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shazam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6717862283301088005-2641396067702566328?l=morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/feeds/2641396067702566328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-show-is-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6717862283301088005/posts/default/2641396067702566328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6717862283301088005/posts/default/2641396067702566328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-show-is-back.html' title='The Daily Show is Back!'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/R4bJbys2xuI/AAAAAAAAAKE/eG8w0HUwyLo/s72-c/stewart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717862283301088005.post-1892118162316625596</id><published>2007-12-16T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T12:41:10.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Planet Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/R2Wo7ys2xtI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/P2DLrNuwLNA/s1600-h/seals+eat+penguins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block;margin:0px auto 10px;text-align:center" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/R2Wo7ys2xtI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/P2DLrNuwLNA/s320/seals+eat+penguins.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching the marathon of Planet Earth right now and it is tremendous. The footage they managed to get it unreal. Animals are the coolest thing ever. 40 camera teams were shooting at over 200 different locations for more than 5 years to create this. For the air shots, a special airborne camera was used with a 400 mm lens that was able to zoom into single animals from a kilometer away without disturbing them. For those who love nature documentaries, Planet Earth in HD is delightful. Also, owls are cute and seals eat penguins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6717862283301088005-1892118162316625596?l=morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/feeds/1892118162316625596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/2007/12/planet-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6717862283301088005/posts/default/1892118162316625596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6717862283301088005/posts/default/1892118162316625596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/2007/12/planet-earth.html' title='Planet Earth'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/R2Wo7ys2xtI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/P2DLrNuwLNA/s72-c/seals+eat+penguins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717862283301088005.post-1687149292864535743</id><published>2007-11-27T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T12:41:10.709-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Unfathomable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/R0zM6cTzsSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hyjCNywjigI/s1600-h/audrina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block;margin:0px auto 10px;text-align:center" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/R0zM6cTzsSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hyjCNywjigI/s320/audrina.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched last night's episode of The Hills and my head might explode. What is going on with Justin-Bobby!? I think he fell out of the deranged alcoholic tree and hit every branch on the way down. When Audrina confronts Justin-Bobby about her seeing him kiss another girl he defends himself by suggesting she had been taking hallucinagens. She rebutted by explaining that they were in public and other people, including close friends, had seen the same thing. Justin-Bobby come back with "they don't fathom me." Well played Justin-Bobby. &lt;br /&gt;Spencer's sister, or "she-prat" is a great new character. She called Freddie a William Valderrama wannabe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6717862283301088005-1687149292864535743?l=morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/feeds/1687149292864535743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/2007/11/unfathomable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6717862283301088005/posts/default/1687149292864535743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6717862283301088005/posts/default/1687149292864535743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/2007/11/unfathomable.html' title='Unfathomable'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/R0zM6cTzsSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hyjCNywjigI/s72-c/audrina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717862283301088005.post-8501707376549211309</id><published>2007-11-20T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T12:41:10.701-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Finally! It's cool to have a crack problem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/R0NIDsTzsRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FJxeFxLiqFg/s1600-h/Heidi+Klum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block;margin:0px auto 10px;text-align:center" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/R0NIDsTzsRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FJxeFxLiqFg/s320/Heidi+Klum.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6717862283301088005-8501707376549211309?l=morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/feeds/8501707376549211309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally-it-cool-to-have-crack-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6717862283301088005/posts/default/8501707376549211309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6717862283301088005/posts/default/8501707376549211309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally-it-cool-to-have-crack-problem.html' title='Finally! It&amp;#39;s cool to have a crack problem!'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/R0NIDsTzsRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FJxeFxLiqFg/s72-c/Heidi+Klum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717862283301088005.post-6592787578555589590</id><published>2007-11-16T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T12:41:10.692-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>People who I feel bad for... kinda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/Rz5K3sTzsQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/qF0VL4UB82Q/s1600-h/musharraf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block;margin:0px auto 10px;text-align:center" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/Rz5K3sTzsQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/qF0VL4UB82Q/s320/musharraf.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/Rz5KmMTzsPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/h7Yf_UzhRn8/s1600-h/britney-spears-bald-400a030207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block;margin:0px auto 10px;text-align:center" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/Rz5KmMTzsPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/h7Yf_UzhRn8/s200/britney-spears-bald-400a030207.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might say that Britney Spears and General Musharraf don't have much in common. I disagree. People don't want General Musarraf and people don't want Britney but these two don't give up! When the U.S. spoils people, the reaction seems to be to go nutty. The media has been humping at their legs for quite some time, but they are holding on to responsibilities they can't handle. So I call out for General Musharraf needs to give up marshal law and Britney Spears needs to give up those kids. Lets hope Negroponte does better than that parenting coach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6717862283301088005-6592787578555589590?l=morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/feeds/6592787578555589590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/2007/11/people-who-i-feel-bad-for-kinda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6717862283301088005/posts/default/6592787578555589590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6717862283301088005/posts/default/6592787578555589590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/2007/11/people-who-i-feel-bad-for-kinda.html' title='People who I feel bad for... kinda'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/Rz5K3sTzsQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/qF0VL4UB82Q/s72-c/musharraf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717862283301088005.post-3067338774844173244</id><published>2007-11-16T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T12:41:10.682-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>No Country For Old Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/Rz08Q8TzsJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pW8SJgbZgd4/s1600-h/no+country.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block;margin:0px auto 10px;text-align:center" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/Rz08Q8TzsJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pW8SJgbZgd4/s320/no+country.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! What a great movie. This is not the funniest of the Coen brothers' movies but I think it is the best. The dialect is laughable, but is really just there to give the characters that Coen brothers' drugstore-clerk-like charm. Josh Brolin is even better in this movie than he was in The Goonies.  Javier Bardem is really good at being evil and Tommy Lee Jones does his normal Tommy Lee Jones thing. The girl that plays Bardem's wife is adorable. Apparently they really wanted to choose a local for the part but the casting director insisted they see Kerry Macdonald from Scotland. She really makes the movie for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting fact: The scene where Brolin is woken up from being passed out by Mariachi players is one of the Coen Brothers few additions to the Cormac McCarthy version (a book I will probably never read but hope to.) I can't say I am surprised since this was the only scene that made me laugh out loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6717862283301088005-3067338774844173244?l=morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/feeds/3067338774844173244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-country-for-old-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6717862283301088005/posts/default/3067338774844173244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6717862283301088005/posts/default/3067338774844173244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-country-for-old-men.html' title='No Country For Old Men'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/Rz08Q8TzsJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pW8SJgbZgd4/s72-c/no+country.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717862283301088005.post-3963711693865488751</id><published>2007-11-07T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T12:41:10.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Dia De Los Muertos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/RzJ6A53G_vI/AAAAAAAAAIA/D6bwOzOZOJw/s1600-h/dodme.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block;margin:0px auto 10px;text-align:center" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/RzJ6A53G_vI/AAAAAAAAAIA/D6bwOzOZOJw/s320/dodme.jpeg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/RzJ56Z3G_uI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Tk4ivo3zPvU/s1600-h/dod5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block;margin:0px auto 10px;text-align:center" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/RzJ56Z3G_uI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Tk4ivo3zPvU/s320/dod5.jpeg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/RzJ5zJ3G_tI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Y-R5fGklkTo/s1600-h/dod4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block;margin:0px auto 10px;text-align:center" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/RzJ5zJ3G_tI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Y-R5fGklkTo/s320/dod4.jpeg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/RzJ5tp3G_sI/AAAAAAAAAHo/h5ewi_TbUpk/s1600-h/dod2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block;margin:0px auto 10px;text-align:center" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/RzJ5tp3G_sI/AAAAAAAAAHo/h5ewi_TbUpk/s320/dod2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/RzJ5j53G_rI/AAAAAAAAAHg/CXrhGMngXQI/s1600-h/dod1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block;margin:0px auto 10px;text-align:center" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/RzJ5j53G_rI/AAAAAAAAAHg/CXrhGMngXQI/s320/dod1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/RzJ5Xp3G_qI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3jwB2WS58ks/s1600-h/dod.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block;margin:0px auto 10px;text-align:center" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/RzJ5Xp3G_qI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3jwB2WS58ks/s320/dod.jpeg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festivities on Halloween were fun but just like last year, the Day of the Dead parade kicked ass. Hopefully next year I will make it down to Mexico for the long and elaborate festivities. There was a huge parade on 25th street and altars set up in the park. The dancing was so cool it made me feel really white and lame. People bring flowers, candles and pictures and set them on the altars to remember lost loved ones. I think it’s important to be comfortable with death and this is a good celebration of this inevitable part of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6717862283301088005-3963711693865488751?l=morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/feeds/3963711693865488751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/2007/11/dia-de-los-muertos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6717862283301088005/posts/default/3963711693865488751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6717862283301088005/posts/default/3963711693865488751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/2007/11/dia-de-los-muertos.html' title='Dia De Los Muertos'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A6JQM2KUgOA/RzJ6A53G_vI/AAAAAAAAAIA/D6bwOzOZOJw/s72-c/dodme.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717862283301088005.post-1849255472218878216</id><published>2007-10-22T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T12:41:10.661-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Toothpaste in my eye</title><content type='html'>I just got toothpaste in my eye! It is possibly the worst thing ever. I washed my eye out with saline solution like 10 times. Still! The menthol burns! You may ask me how I got toothpaste in my eye. The answer is: I am very clumsy and something went awry with the brushing the teeth and washing the face combo this evening. I commonly get stinging things in my eyes due to clumsiness. I think I might invest in one of those eye cleaning contraptions from high school chemistry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6717862283301088005-1849255472218878216?l=morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/feeds/1849255472218878216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/2007/10/toothpaste-in-my-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6717862283301088005/posts/default/1849255472218878216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6717862283301088005/posts/default/1849255472218878216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanafewofmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com/2007/10/toothpaste-in-my-eye.html' title='Toothpaste in my eye'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
