<?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-7336400</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:46:15.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Utterance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7336400/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jazzhound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02075516058533521492</uri><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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7336400.post-109440282679701915</id><published>2004-09-05T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T12:47:06.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday is my day!</title><content type='html'>Take away all my possessions if you must, but leave Sunday.  I can think nothing better than waking up a late, taking a long hot shower and pouring myself a hot cup of coffee on Sunday, that is my day.  Strange as it may seem, drinking the coffee that I drink everyday or everyweek, bears more pleasure on Sunday.  It truly must be because it's the day of rest, as they say.  One thing is for certain, it is a day I look forward to, more than any other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the operator of this site: &lt;a href="http://www.victorisdead.com/index.php"&gt;Victorisdead.com&lt;/a&gt; bears an uncanny resemblance to the girl I use to know.  I think it's evidance that I'm still hung up by her; and may provide some clues as to why the romance in my life is completely sterile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7336400-109440282679701915?l=peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/109440282679701915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7336400&amp;postID=109440282679701915' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7336400/posts/default/109440282679701915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7336400/posts/default/109440282679701915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2004/09/sunday-is-my-day.html' title='Sunday is my day!'/><author><name>Jazzhound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02075516058533521492</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7336400.post-109203333873409391</id><published>2004-08-09T02:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T02:35:38.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UFO Tech?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.popsci.com/popsci/science/article/0,12543,676853,00.html"&gt;Popular Science | A Limber Future&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UFO conspirators will likely get a kick out of this; a company called NanoSonic has just unveiled a new type of composite material called, Metal Rubber.  This material can stretch, yet retain its metalic properties, conduct electricity just like metal, and behave like ruber, yes rubber!  Many people who believed in the Roswell incident have gathered a cache of information from irreputable observers who would embarass even the staunchest UFO crack pots, to very reputable former personnel of the military.  One of the more sensational claims about the so called UFO wreckage, is the materials ability to contract (like rubber) but could withstand a myriad of stress tests, like fire.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it for what you will, this is a great achievement.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7336400-109203333873409391?l=peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/109203333873409391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7336400&amp;postID=109203333873409391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7336400/posts/default/109203333873409391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7336400/posts/default/109203333873409391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2004/08/ufo-tech.html' title='UFO Tech?'/><author><name>Jazzhound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02075516058533521492</uri><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-7336400.post-109051620856790710</id><published>2004-07-22T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T13:10:08.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laguna Seca Panorama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://hogranch.com/files/Bitmaps/FIA-GT-1997/McLaren-F1-Corkscrew.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://hogranch.com/files/Bitmaps/FIA-GT-1997/&amp;amp;h=583&amp;amp;w=869&amp;amp;sz=186&amp;amp;tbnid=8jdW-MNewtwJ:&amp;amp;tbnh=96&amp;amp;tbnw=143&amp;amp;start=16&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmclaren%2Bf1%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26ie%3DUTF-8%26sa%3DG"&gt;Google Image Result for http://hogranch.com/files/Bitmaps/FIA-GT-1997/McLaren-F1-Corkscrew.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a breath taking view of one of the most challenging road coarse any car has had the pleasure (displeasure as well, perhaps) to tackle.  Many a times I've taken the infamous corkscrew far too fast, bring myself and the speed demon machine I'm piloting right off the track and into the sands.  Great times.  Luckily, resetting the Playstation button is all it takes to vanquish all embarrassing moments away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7336400-109051620856790710?l=peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/109051620856790710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7336400&amp;postID=109051620856790710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7336400/posts/default/109051620856790710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7336400/posts/default/109051620856790710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2004/07/laguna-seca-panorama.html' title='Laguna Seca Panorama'/><author><name>Jazzhound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02075516058533521492</uri><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-7336400.post-108934726742647346</id><published>2004-07-09T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T00:33:01.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Out, I Know You're In There!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;amp;u=/ap/20040707/ap_on_en_ot/translucent_concrete_1"&gt;Yahoo! News - Museum Hosts Translucent Concrete Display!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{via &lt;a href="http://www.mosspink.com"&gt;mosspink&lt;/a&gt;} Glimpses of a futuristic metropolis are gardually materializing.  Contructed of a synthectic of glass and conventional concrete, dubbed "liquid stone"; already making it's rounds in galleries and exhibits all over the world.  One such application would be to have speed bumps which could illuminate at night, warding off any potential speed demons from spirited driving and risking harm to not only themselves, but others -- the appeal for such an application is wide spread, and already employed in a Stockholme sidewalk project.  Very cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7336400-108934726742647346?l=peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/108934726742647346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7336400&amp;postID=108934726742647346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7336400/posts/default/108934726742647346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7336400/posts/default/108934726742647346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2004/07/come-out-i-know-youre-in-there.html' title='Come Out, I Know You&apos;re In There!'/><author><name>Jazzhound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02075516058533521492</uri><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-7336400.post-108933486785628346</id><published>2004-07-08T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T21:01:07.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooh, pretty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.com.com/Microsoft+dresses+up+mice/2100-1001_3-5261241.html?tag=cd.top"&gt;Microsoft dresses up mice | CNET News.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly a first in recent memory has Microsoft released a product with such elegant design. I've grown a fondess for pretty gadgets, and this mice seems to fit the bill; hopefull only a preface of what's to come in space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designer Philippe Starck, who escapes my lexicon of the fashion world, took great care in not only making a mouse that permeates metrosexuality, but also one that actually functions as well as it looks.  My enthusiasm is only heightened by the prospect of what other goodies the folks at Redmond must have up their sleeves.  Can we possibly expect a matching keyboard to shortly follow? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7336400-108933486785628346?l=peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/108933486785628346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7336400&amp;postID=108933486785628346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7336400/posts/default/108933486785628346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7336400/posts/default/108933486785628346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2004/07/oooh-pretty.html' title='Oooh, pretty!'/><author><name>Jazzhound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02075516058533521492</uri><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-7336400.post-108923461558401447</id><published>2004-07-07T17:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T17:10:15.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Webmonkey: Redux?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://developers.slashdot.org/developers/04/06/21/1158203.shtml?tid=126&amp;amp;tid=156&amp;amp;tid=95"&gt;Slashdot | Zombie Webmonkey: Back From the Dead?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems rather fitting that my title was inspired by the movie, apocalypse Now, in which the studios released a 20th anniversary version called, Redux.  Webmonkey themselves, faced extinction early 2004, due to lack of funding, or some such -- so it was made clear the web portal where so many web developers, amateurs and professionals alike had flawked for news, tutorials, off beat humor, etc. that they would no longer be updating; so for all intents and purposes, the site was declared, DEAD.  Today, for reasons unbeknownst to me, I had a sudden curiousity to visit the Webmonkey site, and what do I see ? a little blurb that said "We're totally back! Webmonkey is alive and kicking, serving up new articles all hot-n-fresh like a stack of banana pancakes. With syrup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's hoping for better things to come.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7336400-108923461558401447?l=peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/108923461558401447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7336400&amp;postID=108923461558401447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7336400/posts/default/108923461558401447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7336400/posts/default/108923461558401447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2004/07/webmonkey-redux.html' title='Webmonkey: Redux?'/><author><name>Jazzhound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02075516058533521492</uri><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-7336400.post-108861808226344798</id><published>2004-06-30T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T13:54:42.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel as though I'm 'buffering'  1:54 pm</title><content type='html'>Ever wake up in the morning (or in my case, afternoon) and feel as though the day would be best spent in bed? It's an overwhelming feeling of lethargy; but not really -- sort of an unknown force keeping you from greeting the day.   I've been feeling despondent like that the last while which should explain the lack of activity on my blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the job front; I'm applying to a few places, namely HP and some Help Desk positions.  I've vowed never to return to customer service type jobs, but hitherto I've been unable to secure any type of employment to save my life, so this is out of complete necessity.  Damn these capitalistic virtues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7336400-108861808226344798?l=peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/108861808226344798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7336400&amp;postID=108861808226344798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7336400/posts/default/108861808226344798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7336400/posts/default/108861808226344798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2004/06/feel-as-though-im-buffering-154-pm.html' title='Feel as though I&apos;m &apos;buffering&apos;  1:54 pm'/><author><name>Jazzhound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02075516058533521492</uri><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-7336400.post-108749798604079491</id><published>2004-06-17T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T14:58:38.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>à mon ami</title><content type='html'>I recently recieved a surprising letter from an old friend of mine, who's currently in Montreal studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, here is the online edition of what I tried very hard to accomplish in cursive, and likely failed miserbly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To TJ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been eons since I've picked up a open, let alone one to compose a letter with; however, you made it impossible to respond in any other way, and email is so impersonal. I must say it's nice to hear from you, and in such a candid way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my trip to Vancouver was somewhat of a surprise to me as well! Had I had more time, i would have invited you along, but as things were, I doubt you would of had a lot of fun. Unfortunately, it was not all fun and games; it was primarily a business trip with my dad. he had some things to do their so it was for the most part a boring trip. I had a lot of fun just exploring on my own, but having a companion would have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lease on friendship is forever, or 'til one of us dies, or for some unforeseen thing happens that we decide to stop talking, so I'm sure there will be a chance to do that later in life. Funny how things seem to turn out; I was just imagining this scenario in my head, and how similiar it is to the pact I had with my brother when we were still ing ood standings. We always imagined taking a trip to Vancouver together before either of us had settled down with family and responsibilities. Point is, it would likely be inappropriate for the two of us to take a trip like this if either one of us were married, or, in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I had this chance to agonize over wriiting in cursive, but just as I'm sure about the sun rising tomorrow, I'm sure my scribble is coming through like some ancient form of dialect only experts can ever hope to understand, so I've prepaired an online version, verbatim, mistakes in spelling, grammar, and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I will consider your invitation to Montreal. If I did take you up on it, it would mark the first time back to the city since that wonderful year of Winterfest I spent with my family in Quebec City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care, &lt;br /&gt;Curtis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an aside, I really hope these impromptu letters are few and far in between; not that I didn't enjoy it, quite the opposite, but it's tedious and painstakingly long, not to mention torturous for me to write with a pen, argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like my blog enough and inspired enough to start one your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7336400-108749798604079491?l=peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/108749798604079491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7336400&amp;postID=108749798604079491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7336400/posts/default/108749798604079491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7336400/posts/default/108749798604079491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2004/06/mon-ami.html' title='à mon ami'/><author><name>Jazzhound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02075516058533521492</uri><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-7336400.post-108742879807247775</id><published>2004-06-16T19:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T19:33:18.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inauguralicious</title><content type='html'>The blog has been ressurected! Muahahahaha! This time around, I'm thinking of going with a different direction where content is concerned.  The url is &lt;strong&gt;peoplesaythedarndestthings&lt;/strong&gt;.blogspot.com so it stands to reason the content should be reflective of that.  Yes, I'm thinking a great portion of the site will be driven by content of other people's doing, and not so much my own.  Think of me as an indentured servant, here to bring enlightenment and such to my readers.  So that's the premise of this site -- for now atleast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7336400-108742879807247775?l=peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/108742879807247775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7336400&amp;postID=108742879807247775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7336400/posts/default/108742879807247775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7336400/posts/default/108742879807247775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplesaythedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2004/06/inauguralicious.html' title='Inauguralicious'/><author><name>Jazzhound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02075516058533521492</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
