<?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-3301591578805688894</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:26:07.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meursault Man</title><subtitle type='html'>I Guess I created this as a better way of keeping track of my own life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meursault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289677317387136348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNODXcGy9GI/R1X1gfgHy8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8OsOFPhWb1k/S220/n78700686_30186177_1360.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301591578805688894.post-1293469971183177400</id><published>2008-06-30T19:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T19:47:33.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>check this out</title><content type='html'>So me and my friend Eric are starting a novelty hip hop group... because novelty things are fun, and hip hop is fun to make fun of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here are the lyrics for our next single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me what you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Debut by Da Beta Dawgs (funny hip hop name? yes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Yo it's the beta dawgz, embraceable&lt;br /&gt;Virtually unhateable&lt;br /&gt;We're definitely mateable&lt;br /&gt;If something better comes along, perpetually replaceable&lt;br /&gt;Yo, it's the beta dawgz, embraceable&lt;br /&gt;Our girlfriends are inflateable&lt;br /&gt;Our egos are deflatable&lt;br /&gt;Could we win a fight with a baby? That's debatable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERIC&lt;br /&gt;I went to Hogwarts, Ron was jealously mean mugging me_&lt;br /&gt;Madlibs, adverb? I've gotta say thuggingly_&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I'm on the scene like Scorcese_&lt;br /&gt;Went on Riddlin but it made me more lazy__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy, haven't even ate for eight hours like Ramadon_&lt;br /&gt;Cause I saw the signs like Ace of bass and Shyamalon_&lt;br /&gt;More frustrating than the lost boys at Comicon_&lt;br /&gt;I only watch ENG when the funny llama's on__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon Malon said it would be overcast like Jack Black_&lt;br /&gt;At potawatomi, growing low on cash playing black jack_&lt;br /&gt;Going to the store Jordan, pick me up a snack pack_&lt;br /&gt;I'm on fire, call Kurt Russell, he put it out on Backdraft__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fast track, as if I was riding raging bull_&lt;br /&gt;The sound of cash registers? beta dawgz mating call_&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do wrong cause it's pretty dang cool_&lt;br /&gt;See a pretty girl, wanna bang her by the pool__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to swim in your canal like the panama_&lt;br /&gt;I wear a panorama of colors in camouflage_&lt;br /&gt;I've got asthma, it's a drag like grandmamma _&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when is best to stop, like banananana__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avra kedavra, put a spell on you like screamin jay_&lt;br /&gt;uncle ben before he died must have been creaming may_&lt;br /&gt;Decked out in Fubu, not too much to do_&lt;br /&gt;In my room, watching stuff on youtube and hulu__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan's on the hunt like you're the prey and he's the predator 15_&lt;br /&gt;Keep you in the paper ($) every day like he's the editor 15_&lt;br /&gt;Dude will make you scream like Carl Weathers in the predator 15_&lt;br /&gt;Put two things together, give them meaning like a metaphor  15__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got several more lines than Downey junior's mirror_&lt;br /&gt;Driving down the road, getting closer to the beer store_&lt;br /&gt;All up in girl's grill as if I was George Forman_Most days&lt;br /&gt;I don't leave until four in the morning__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan's usually snoring at about a quarter to three_&lt;br /&gt;Dude gets more lady can than Chef Boyardee_&lt;br /&gt;There are girls in the room getting fingered like bassoons_&lt;br /&gt;While jordan's in the saloon getting blown like balloons__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cartoon drawing cartoons, hey that's Jon Arbuckle_&lt;br /&gt;I saw Sinbad on the street, I was way too starstruck yo_&lt;br /&gt;I wear a hip pack, where I store my moneyclip_&lt;br /&gt;My hair's slicked back and I adore a funny chick__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can catch me channel surfing, watching TBS_&lt;br /&gt;But you can also see me when I'm on Beaches like Bette_&lt;br /&gt;When the waves are raging, man is it scary_&lt;br /&gt;They've got me sweating them like Hayden Panettiere&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORDAN&lt;br /&gt;Pull up a chair and rock out with your wiener out  12_&lt;br /&gt;Like Skeet Ulrich, give you something to scream about 12&lt;br /&gt;When I'm drinking tea, I always use a cozy 12_&lt;br /&gt;Got a field of beats thicker and fatter than Rosie 12__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like Barry Bonds, I get so player hated 12_&lt;br /&gt;I last a long time like fruit irradiated 12_&lt;br /&gt;I could kill you all as if my name was Goku 12_&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I offended you, mercy bopu 12__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ladies think I'm hot to fantastic degrees 12_&lt;br /&gt;Playing tonsil hockey, scoring hatricks with ease 12_&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my ladies stocky, so no fatchicks please 12_&lt;br /&gt;We're natural enemies like matchsticks and trees 12__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glow like molten plastic, in a bowl of ashes 13_&lt;br /&gt;My flows are versatile, like they're made of elastic 13_&lt;br /&gt;Some people try to tell me that my flows are spastic 13_&lt;br /&gt;My flows are thicker than molasses with glasses 13__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sunny outside like it's Bono not Bono 12_&lt;br /&gt;I like the ladies more than Rosie O'Donnell 12_&lt;br /&gt;Got more hip hop than the rabbits at the bunny store 13_&lt;br /&gt;If I get dumped I bounce back like a bungee cord 13__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got flows pooring out, like it was a heavy day 13_&lt;br /&gt;Got the girls getting wet like after the levee breaks 13_&lt;br /&gt;I'm the desperado like the Eagles or Jim West 13_&lt;br /&gt;Frank Caliendo's impressions always leave me unimpressed 13__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted warts so I always hated frogs 13_&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the data logs, hey it's the beta dawgz 13_&lt;br /&gt;I started investing, I bought me a sweater vest 13_&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pirate looking for bigger booty or better chests 15__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flows aren't pussy, like a tabby or a calico 15_&lt;br /&gt;My wee wee's not pee wee in the basement of the Alamo 15_&lt;br /&gt;Put a dime in the slot, throw it in her like magic fingers 15_&lt;br /&gt;Have you vagina lip syncing like you were karaoke singers15__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening to these raps, I commend you 12_&lt;br /&gt;I hope my raps didn't happen offend you 12_&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this rap wasn't too bad to listen to 12_&lt;br /&gt;If you are a cute girl, I may not mind kissing you 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS x2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301591578805688894-1293469971183177400?l=meursaultman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/feeds/1293469971183177400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301591578805688894&amp;postID=1293469971183177400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/1293469971183177400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/1293469971183177400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/2008/06/check-this-out.html' title='check this out'/><author><name>Meursault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289677317387136348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNODXcGy9GI/R1X1gfgHy8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8OsOFPhWb1k/S220/n78700686_30186177_1360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301591578805688894.post-1947510452733328198</id><published>2008-06-04T13:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:20:51.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reception, Theater Lab and Electra/Oscillation</title><content type='html'>So I finally got another job! I am one of the three people taking turns working the Pius XI switchboard, I'm a receptionist! That makes me more likely to be sexually harrased right? God I hope so... wouldn't that be fantastic! Anyway... The young kid musical in a week starts in two weeks... I'm excited for that... I probably get my own intern as an assistant. Awesome? YES! Necassary? God no... I'm excited for that as well. I may even be getting an assistant director for the normal Lab... again, awesome yet completely uneccasary. Anyway, I've been working on music for Electra a lot lately... Too much really bizzare research into really bizzare music. Do many other college students know how to build square wave oscillators? I think not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301591578805688894-1947510452733328198?l=meursaultman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/feeds/1947510452733328198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301591578805688894&amp;postID=1947510452733328198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/1947510452733328198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/1947510452733328198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/2008/06/reception-theater-lab-and.html' title='Reception, Theater Lab and Electra/Oscillation'/><author><name>Meursault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289677317387136348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNODXcGy9GI/R1X1gfgHy8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8OsOFPhWb1k/S220/n78700686_30186177_1360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301591578805688894.post-2636766473669799104</id><published>2008-05-04T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T09:43:38.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok... its been a little while...</title><content type='html'>My junior year of college is finally over.  This has honestly been one of the longest years of my entire life, I thought it would never end, and now that it is over, I am excited about next year/nervous for life/sad about the Seniors that I like leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to work on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Electra&lt;/span&gt; next year... AHHH!!! I am so excited to work on that show.  If you are asking yourself "what are you doing on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Electra&lt;/span&gt; next year" I can tell you...  Well we(Betsy Foster is Directing, and I am writing music) are doing an adaptation of the play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Electra&lt;/span&gt; with the help of the wonderfully talented Dr. Janice Fuller.  The music, as I see it, is going to be a little combination of Brian Eno, Philip Glass, Tom Waits, traditional Greek and ancient Greek music... and idk probably some other stuff... Thats about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... So I am listening to the Talking Heads right now, and it is awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banquet was last night, it was a ton of fun, probably the best banquet yet, despite what some of the negative people thought would happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301591578805688894-2636766473669799104?l=meursaultman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/feeds/2636766473669799104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301591578805688894&amp;postID=2636766473669799104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/2636766473669799104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/2636766473669799104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok-its-been-little-while.html' title='Ok... its been a little while...'/><author><name>Meursault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289677317387136348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNODXcGy9GI/R1X1gfgHy8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8OsOFPhWb1k/S220/n78700686_30186177_1360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301591578805688894.post-6005498900565255948</id><published>2008-02-22T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T07:32:51.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Top 5 Batman!</title><content type='html'>Alright, alright, alright!  I know what you have all been wondering lately... What kind of stuff is Jordan into, so I know what to be into?  Alright... here goes this most recent Top 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Directing 1 with Beth Homan... sigh... It is so fantastic, and interesting, and marvelous.  I might be in love with this class/ Beth Homan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The adventure being made by Justin Lewis and I... TONIGHT!  Tonight we leave pleasant Salisbury after our rehearsal, drive to Atlanta, stay overnight at a friends house, wake up early to go to his audition, drive back!  12+ hours in a car!  WOO!  I actually am excited strangely enough, I love a good road trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The English language.  Thank you English language for being so awe-inspiring and fascinating.  I want to study you for the rest of my days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  William H. Macy and the fact that he plays the ukulele.  Look it up... He is brilliant.  Me and William H. Macy are basically the same person... we both play ukulele, which makes us awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The Mountain Goats.  Seriously... Check them out...  I know... they have been around for a while... but I have too many other bands I was trying to get into... The Mountain Goats didn't have room, now they do.  They are the perfect band for me right now.  So... GET OVER IT!  But... they are really crazy inspiring me to writing songs, because they prove that you don't need much other than a few chords and some awesome metaphors, which I can provide!  So... yeah...  their album Get Lonely... get it... NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note:  CANDACE!! WE NEED TO DO A SONG FOR A COFFEE HOUSE BEFORE YOU GRADUATE, OR I WILL MAKE SURE YOU DON'T GRADUATE!  GET IT! ( I mean that I'm probably just going to cry and hope you decide to do a song with me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace all... I love you all... well... some of you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301591578805688894-6005498900565255948?l=meursaultman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/feeds/6005498900565255948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301591578805688894&amp;postID=6005498900565255948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/6005498900565255948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/6005498900565255948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/2008/02/holy-top-5-batman.html' title='Holy Top 5 Batman!'/><author><name>Meursault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289677317387136348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNODXcGy9GI/R1X1gfgHy8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8OsOFPhWb1k/S220/n78700686_30186177_1360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301591578805688894.post-840755460179904517</id><published>2008-02-14T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:25:26.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>Don't blame the day... thats one thing i have figured out, its not the days fault... here are a couple of my favorite love poems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript"&gt;&lt;!--   if (navigator.userAgent.toLowerCase().indexOf("msie") != -1 &amp;&amp;       parseInt(navigator.appVersion) &gt;= 4)         document.write('&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;'); // --&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in spite of everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in spite of everything&lt;br /&gt;which breathes and moves,since Doom&lt;br /&gt;(with white longest hands&lt;br /&gt;neatening each crease)&lt;br /&gt;will smooth entirely our minds&lt;br /&gt;-before leaving my room&lt;br /&gt;i turn,and(stooping&lt;br /&gt;through the morning)kiss&lt;br /&gt;this pillow,dear&lt;br /&gt;where our heads lived and were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           --Edward Estlin Cummings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Quiet World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to get people to look&lt;br /&gt;into each other's eyes more,&lt;br /&gt;the government has decided to allot&lt;br /&gt;each person exactly one hundred&lt;br /&gt;and sixty-seven words, per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the phone rings, I put it&lt;br /&gt;to my ear without saying hello.&lt;br /&gt;In the restaurant I point&lt;br /&gt;at chicken noodle soup. I am&lt;br /&gt;adjusting well to the new way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late at night, I call my long&lt;br /&gt;distance lover and proudly say&lt;br /&gt;I only used fifty-nine today.&lt;br /&gt;I saved the rest for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she doesn't respond, I know&lt;br /&gt;she's used up all her words&lt;br /&gt;so I slowly whisper I love you,&lt;br /&gt;thirty-two and a third times.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we just sit on the line&lt;br /&gt;and listen to each other breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -- Jeffrey McDaniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cs.rice.edu/%7Essiyer/minstrels/index_poet_M.html#Mcdaniel"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301591578805688894-840755460179904517?l=meursaultman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/feeds/840755460179904517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301591578805688894&amp;postID=840755460179904517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/840755460179904517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/840755460179904517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-valentines-day.html' title='For Valentines Day'/><author><name>Meursault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289677317387136348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNODXcGy9GI/R1X1gfgHy8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8OsOFPhWb1k/S220/n78700686_30186177_1360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301591578805688894.post-2033001253411561204</id><published>2008-02-05T21:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:33:43.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ughh</title><content type='html'>this year has been and continues to be, completely miserable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the movie, High Fidelity recently, and their is this monologue in it about whether music or misery came first, and the more i think about it, it was misery.  I could listen to the most upbeat music i can imagine and i would still be as unhappy as i am when i put on elliot smith...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this feeling, its awful... fuck this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if this is a complete downer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301591578805688894-2033001253411561204?l=meursaultman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/feeds/2033001253411561204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301591578805688894&amp;postID=2033001253411561204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/2033001253411561204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/2033001253411561204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/2008/02/ughh.html' title='ughh'/><author><name>Meursault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289677317387136348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNODXcGy9GI/R1X1gfgHy8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8OsOFPhWb1k/S220/n78700686_30186177_1360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301591578805688894.post-3471482018461748659</id><published>2008-01-31T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T15:51:37.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I steal Ideas</title><content type='html'>SO... I stole Candace's idea for Top 10 Lists... except I'm going to change it... At least for now, its a Top 5, mainly because they make top 5 lists in High Fidelity...  Sure this isn't the same as Candace's, but its my first one... so get off my fucking back asshole...  I feel like there is a pause in between back, and asshole, I didn't mean my backs asshole... I meant like "get off my back (beat) asshole"... you get it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright... So to start it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  High Fidelity... I know... I made a reference because it's that good... If you haven't seen the movie, ask me, I will lend it to you... or we can watch it together... If you haven't read it... Read it now... it's worth it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Illegal music downloading... I know it's illegal, but it leads to Jordan ("Did he just speak in the third person?" you ask yourself to which I reply "Fuck Yes, and Fuck You."  I'm sorry about that fuck comment...)  finding some cool and interesting new music to listen to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Music in general... Seriously, if this isn't on everyones lists of favorite things of all time, then you can get the fuck out... there is the door!  Mainly, when I say music in general, I mean the creation thereof, I don't mean some vague sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Girls who are into poetry... If you are into Billy Collins, I am into you...  It's as simple as that.  Okay... Even if you aren't into Good Sir Collins, but you are into poetry as a medium, then I like you... Unless of course you are some shitty emo poet or you are into Maya Angelou... I fucking hate Maya Angelou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  My new paint brushes... they are the keenest...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301591578805688894-3471482018461748659?l=meursaultman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/feeds/3471482018461748659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301591578805688894&amp;postID=3471482018461748659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/3471482018461748659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/3471482018461748659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-steal-ideas.html' title='I steal Ideas'/><author><name>Meursault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289677317387136348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNODXcGy9GI/R1X1gfgHy8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8OsOFPhWb1k/S220/n78700686_30186177_1360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301591578805688894.post-3916691746122675853</id><published>2007-12-31T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:37:37.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something like life</title><content type='html'>Fuck man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shit we do to make ourselves feel better is astounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching 6 Feet Under, and this show is amazing.  Like, really amazing.  It does everything I want to do.  It shows the way we actually are, which is rare to see in just about anything these days.  I really wish we were actual people.  Maybe being the not real people is being real?  If that makes any sense at all.  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's the new year... whoopty doo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got all these text messages this break "Merry Christmas", and "Happy New Year" and it was nice, but I don't know if they are real.  You know?  I mean I appreciate getting them, it's really nice and all that shit...  Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching 24, and at one point the presidential candidates kid says "I love you dad", and the dad responds "I love you too son."  And I fucking lost it... Like, flipped my shit, started balling.  I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is kind of random, but I guess I am just writing what I am currently thinking about, and thats what I said I was going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301591578805688894-3916691746122675853?l=meursaultman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/feeds/3916691746122675853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301591578805688894&amp;postID=3916691746122675853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/3916691746122675853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/3916691746122675853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/2007/12/something-like-life.html' title='something like life'/><author><name>Meursault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289677317387136348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNODXcGy9GI/R1X1gfgHy8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8OsOFPhWb1k/S220/n78700686_30186177_1360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301591578805688894.post-8303889810698869328</id><published>2007-12-13T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T13:58:56.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Semester Over</title><content type='html'>Thank God.  Seriously, I'm fucking tickled pink, I'm jubilant!  Christmas is coming soon, And I am super pumped.  AHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I get a better chance, I'll put up a Semester in Review.  Anyway, for now... I'm going to eat in the caf... woo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301591578805688894-8303889810698869328?l=meursaultman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/feeds/8303889810698869328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301591578805688894&amp;postID=8303889810698869328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/8303889810698869328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/8303889810698869328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-semester-over.html' title='Another Semester Over'/><author><name>Meursault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289677317387136348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNODXcGy9GI/R1X1gfgHy8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8OsOFPhWb1k/S220/n78700686_30186177_1360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301591578805688894.post-6584879308404767950</id><published>2007-12-09T23:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T23:44:54.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bucket by The Kings of Leon</title><content type='html'>http://youtube.com/watch?v=ivY1rgeP6N0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this.  it is amazing.  This is the band/song I am currently obsessed with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301591578805688894-6584879308404767950?l=meursaultman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/feeds/6584879308404767950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301591578805688894&amp;postID=6584879308404767950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/6584879308404767950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/6584879308404767950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/2007/12/bucket-by-kings-of-leon.html' title='The Bucket by The Kings of Leon'/><author><name>Meursault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289677317387136348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNODXcGy9GI/R1X1gfgHy8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8OsOFPhWb1k/S220/n78700686_30186177_1360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301591578805688894.post-2162199591424462252</id><published>2007-12-05T23:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:56:24.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/8xovLpim_1s' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/8xovLpim_1s'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amazing Poem by Billy Collins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301591578805688894-2162199591424462252?l=meursaultman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/feeds/2162199591424462252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301591578805688894&amp;postID=2162199591424462252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/2162199591424462252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/2162199591424462252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/2007/12/country.html' title='The Country'/><author><name>Meursault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289677317387136348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNODXcGy9GI/R1X1gfgHy8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8OsOFPhWb1k/S220/n78700686_30186177_1360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301591578805688894.post-5524768285132502975</id><published>2007-12-05T23:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:55:39.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LoveSong of J. Alfred Prufrock </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/6LsHkr2b-b0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/6LsHkr2b-b0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perhaps my favorite poem of all time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301591578805688894-5524768285132502975?l=meursaultman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/feeds/5524768285132502975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301591578805688894&amp;postID=5524768285132502975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/5524768285132502975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/5524768285132502975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/2007/12/lovesong-of-j-alfred-prufrock.html' title='LoveSong of J. Alfred Prufrock '/><author><name>Meursault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289677317387136348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNODXcGy9GI/R1X1gfgHy8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8OsOFPhWb1k/S220/n78700686_30186177_1360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301591578805688894.post-81703050938097397</id><published>2007-12-05T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:56:32.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another of one of my favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="largetext"&gt;"Friendly Advice to a lot of Young Men"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Tibet&lt;br /&gt;Ride a camel.&lt;br /&gt;Dye your shoes blue.&lt;br /&gt;Grow a beard.&lt;br /&gt;Circle the world in a paper canoe.&lt;br /&gt;Subscribe to The Saturday Evening Post.&lt;br /&gt;Chew on the left side of your mouth only.&lt;br /&gt;Marry a woman with one leg and shave with a straight razor.&lt;br /&gt;And carve her name in her arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brush your teeth with gasoline.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep all day and climb trees at night.&lt;br /&gt;Hold your head under water and play the violin.&lt;br /&gt;Do a belly dance before pink candles.&lt;br /&gt;Kill your dog.&lt;br /&gt;Run for mayor.&lt;br /&gt;Live in a barrel.&lt;br /&gt;Break your head with a hatchet.&lt;br /&gt;Plant tulips in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't write poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Charles Bukowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301591578805688894-81703050938097397?l=meursaultman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/feeds/81703050938097397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301591578805688894&amp;postID=81703050938097397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/81703050938097397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/81703050938097397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-of-one-of-my-favorites.html' title='another of one of my favorites'/><author><name>Meursault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289677317387136348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNODXcGy9GI/R1X1gfgHy8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8OsOFPhWb1k/S220/n78700686_30186177_1360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301591578805688894.post-8009743200523257081</id><published>2007-12-04T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T17:21:14.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time I saw the Ocean</title><content type='html'>my foot touched&lt;br /&gt;almost water&lt;br /&gt;more resistance though&lt;br /&gt;dead creature, “poor thing” i said&lt;br /&gt;“happens a lot, just look” paul told me&lt;br /&gt;looked forward, saw all the jellyfish&lt;br /&gt;washed up on the shore, next to sticks and cigarette&lt;br /&gt;butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat for a minute near the animal&lt;br /&gt;we walk past because it happens a lot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301591578805688894-8009743200523257081?l=meursaultman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/feeds/8009743200523257081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301591578805688894&amp;postID=8009743200523257081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/8009743200523257081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/8009743200523257081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-time-i-saw-ocean.html' title='First Time I saw the Ocean'/><author><name>Meursault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289677317387136348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNODXcGy9GI/R1X1gfgHy8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8OsOFPhWb1k/S220/n78700686_30186177_1360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301591578805688894.post-1758614676393319258</id><published>2007-12-04T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T17:17:39.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Other things...</title><content type='html'>I'm probably, and by probably I mean I am going to post some of the stuff I have written on here... Take it... oh god Take it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301591578805688894-1758614676393319258?l=meursaultman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/feeds/1758614676393319258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301591578805688894&amp;postID=1758614676393319258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/1758614676393319258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/1758614676393319258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/2007/12/other-things.html' title='Other things...'/><author><name>Meursault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289677317387136348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNODXcGy9GI/R1X1gfgHy8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8OsOFPhWb1k/S220/n78700686_30186177_1360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301591578805688894.post-3218864465132827218</id><published>2007-12-04T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T17:13:37.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>I decided it would be fun to start a new blog.  A blog where I could basically just keep track of my own life instead of worrying about what other people think about my posts.  So this is for me, and if you read it.  Thats cool, I appreciate your interest in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, what does my name mean you may be wondering?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is the name of the main character from my favorite book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Stranger&lt;/span&gt; by Albert Camus with the word man behind it.  So thats that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been incredibly weird, just all around a very weird semester, I have heard similar things from other people so I hope that I'm not just crazy, because that would be extremely unfortunate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301591578805688894-3218864465132827218?l=meursaultman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/feeds/3218864465132827218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301591578805688894&amp;postID=3218864465132827218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/3218864465132827218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301591578805688894/posts/default/3218864465132827218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meursaultman.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Meursault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289677317387136348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vNODXcGy9GI/R1X1gfgHy8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8OsOFPhWb1k/S220/n78700686_30186177_1360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
