<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590974597124979487</id><updated>2009-10-07T08:20:00.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Grimsical This Way Comes</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog about things cute, creepy, whimsical and grim.</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590974597124979487/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimsical.com/blog/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimsical.com/blog/grimsical.xml'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117890828052114402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590974597124979487.post-8955309291446749416</id><published>2009-09-30T13:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:13:32.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Marshmallow Spaceship</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://grimsical.com/my_images/blog/mother_ship.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a night time I walked in the park&lt;br /&gt;I heard an owl hoot and a far off dog bark&lt;br /&gt;I looked to the sky at the half eaten moon&lt;br /&gt;And wished I was in a cartoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A toon where the moon was a blueberry pie&lt;br /&gt;And the clouds are all hung by strings in the sky&lt;br /&gt;The rain would pour down like a candy typhoon&lt;br /&gt;And we'd travel around by balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A marshmallow spaceship would take me aboard&lt;br /&gt;And give me the ugliest human award&lt;br /&gt;The aliens look like a chicken fillet&lt;br /&gt;And they'd grow a fresh head everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'd stick me and poke me and screw off my head&lt;br /&gt;And switch out my brain for a loaf of white bread&lt;br /&gt;They'd fill me with helium so I'd be lighter&lt;br /&gt;And wash my clothes till they got tighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could float around in their no gravity room&lt;br /&gt;Then mix alien potion and alien perfume&lt;br /&gt;I'd travel deep space for four-hundred years&lt;br /&gt;And bring everyone souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they would drop me back in the same park&lt;br /&gt;I'd hear that owl hoot and that far off dog bark&lt;br /&gt;The marshmallow spaceship, was it really true?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... let's sail on my lettuce canoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grimsical.com/index.php?act=viewProd&amp;productId=61"&gt;&lt;img src="http://grimsical.com/images/uploads/mother_ship_button.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mother Ship Button&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590974597124979487-8955309291446749416?l=grimsical.com%2Fblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590974597124979487/8955309291446749416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590974597124979487&amp;postID=8955309291446749416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590974597124979487/posts/default/8955309291446749416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590974597124979487/posts/default/8955309291446749416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimsical.com/blog/2009/09/marshmallow-spaceship.html' title='The Marshmallow Spaceship'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117890828052114402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13458831309285421400'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590974597124979487.post-7882474353759015070</id><published>2009-09-15T21:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:14:15.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the leaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://grimsical.com/my_images/blog/leaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down fell a leaf from the giant oak tree&lt;br /&gt;Along with a hundred of his friends&lt;br /&gt;He laid on the ground for a moment or two&lt;br /&gt;And got captured in a camera's lens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind picked up from the passing of a car&lt;br /&gt;The leaf and his friends blew away&lt;br /&gt;Down the road he tumbled and flew&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderfully, fun autumn day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was set apart from his other leafy friends&lt;br /&gt;Higher and higher he rose&lt;br /&gt;He looked way down at the people on the ground&lt;br /&gt;When will he return? Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He passed over the stores and the houses and fields&lt;br /&gt;And places he never knew were there&lt;br /&gt;He'd go up he'd go down he'd blow all around&lt;br /&gt;He had so much fun in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he fell and was crushed by a boy in the park&lt;br /&gt;And an ant came a long and asked him&lt;br /&gt;"What one day would you relive again and again&lt;br /&gt;Be it happy or wistful or grim?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The places I've seen in this one glorious day&lt;br /&gt;I'd never have seen them confined&lt;br /&gt;To the tree where I lived for my entire life&lt;br /&gt;I might as well have been blind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I tell you the truth, though how crazy it sounds&lt;br /&gt;For I am but one tiny leaf&lt;br /&gt;To relive one day for a thousand more years&lt;br /&gt;I'd choose this one, though so tragic and brief."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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who never liked to disappoint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was going to fly a kite with himself as the tail&lt;br /&gt;He would fly through the sky, he would soar, he would sail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd gathered down at the foot of the hill&lt;br /&gt;Some say that the man must be mentally ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To try such a stunt without a chute or a net&lt;br /&gt;If he lands in the river he would certainly get wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he breathed and he jumped and he soared for a while&lt;br /&gt;He looked down at the crowd with a big, stupid smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the kite ripped apart at a thousand feet high&lt;br /&gt;The chubby, little man fell like a star from the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590974597124979487-8999643860266931622?l=grimsical.com%2Fblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590974597124979487.post-1010106346338736343</id><published>2009-08-30T16:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:26:05.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the bullet boy from turbuleen</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://grimsical.com/my_images/blog/bullet-boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bullet boy from Turbuleen&lt;br /&gt;Brushed his teeth to make them clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took about a half-a-day&lt;br /&gt;He brushed too much some people say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was done his teeth were gone&lt;br /&gt;He cried until a light went on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light above his head to show&lt;br /&gt;That he could make teeth that were faux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faux teeth out of what?" he thought&lt;br /&gt;He wondered till he was distraught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he tied a bear trap to his head&lt;br /&gt;Now he uses that to chew instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590974597124979487-1010106346338736343?l=grimsical.com%2Fblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590974597124979487/1010106346338736343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590974597124979487&amp;postID=1010106346338736343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590974597124979487/posts/default/1010106346338736343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590974597124979487/posts/default/1010106346338736343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;And looked him in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And asked him why he fell from the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The star boy said he'd gotten parched&lt;br /&gt;There's no water way up there&lt;br /&gt;The frog burped like he didn't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He flew back up to the galaxy&lt;br /&gt;Where he was meant to stay&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he'll come back on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590974597124979487-6277692739521845128?l=grimsical.com%2Fblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590974597124979487/6277692739521845128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590974597124979487&amp;postID=6277692739521845128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://grimsical.com/my_images/blog/brown-collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, five of my favorite brown things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cpup22/3185992615/"&gt;Brown Dachshunds&lt;/a&gt; - Ever since we got Stevie I've fallen in love with Dachshunds of all colors. But brown ones remind me of our Stevie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cmx/3578123684/"&gt;Halley Berry&lt;/a&gt; - Beautiful brown eyes, brown hair and as a bonus, brown skin! She's gotta be my favorite brown girl... It was actually a toss up between her and Aisha Tyler, but Halle's more popular ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dustincropsboy/2330487847/"&gt;Count Chocula&lt;/a&gt; - Chocolate cereal for Goth kids! Since I was a friggen kid I've loved this stuff!! I just bought some at the store today and now I'm happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/parsectraveller/2190194511/"&gt;Dark Chocolate&lt;/a&gt; - Dark, bitter chocolate is the best! 75% cacao is probably my favorite, although I've tasted higher. It just starts tasting like raw material after that :-\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/snhussain/3066302450/"&gt;Coffee and Cookies&lt;/a&gt; - I've been known to take too many coffee breaks with my wife. We'll go to Panera and get coffee and a big ol' chocolate chip cookie! This has got to be my favoritest brown thing ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it... and remember kids, NOBODY SAYS THE BROWN WORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Product of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grimsical.com/index.php?act=viewProd&amp;productId=39"&gt;&lt;img src="http://grimsical.com/images/uploads/thumbs/thumb_poopsicles_button.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poopsicles Button&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590974597124979487-9060869511503306961?l=grimsical.com%2Fblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590974597124979487/9060869511503306961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590974597124979487&amp;postID=9060869511503306961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590974597124979487/posts/default/9060869511503306961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590974597124979487/posts/default/9060869511503306961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimsical.com/blog/2009/06/five-brown-things.html' title='five brown things'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117890828052114402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13458831309285421400'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590974597124979487.post-4784453442365928285</id><published>2009-05-24T01:01:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:15:46.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>creepy cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://needlenoodles.com/pics/reaper_small.jpg" style="border: solid 4px #dddddd;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these deserve a "Grimsy" award. I'm not a girl nor do I crochet nor do I like stuffed things, but I think these little guys are awesome... some are actually bloody. Definitely need an honorable mention here! My favorite has got to be the grim reaper. Check 'em out at &lt;a href="http://needlenoodles.com/home/"&gt;NeedleNoodles.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;OOOOH!..... REMEMBER TO BE A FAN AT &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?src=fftb#/pages/Knoxville-TN/Grimsical/65948206430?ref=ts"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grimsical.com/index.php?act=viewProd&amp;productId=13"&gt;&lt;img src="http://grimsical.com/images/uploads/thumbs/thumb_skull.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Skull Button&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590974597124979487-4784453442365928285?l=grimsical.com%2Fblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590974597124979487/4784453442365928285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590974597124979487&amp;postID=4784453442365928285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590974597124979487/posts/default/4784453442365928285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590974597124979487/posts/default/4784453442365928285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimsical.com/blog/2009/05/creepy-cute.html' title='creepy cute'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117890828052114402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13458831309285421400'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590974597124979487.post-5818293013682041810</id><published>2009-05-16T23:52:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:16:15.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar sugar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://grimsical.com/my_images/comics/sugar-sugar.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mope.&lt;br /&gt;We sit.&lt;br /&gt;We cry.&lt;br /&gt;We laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts enter.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts exit.&lt;br /&gt;The table fills with food;&lt;br /&gt;Life, sunshine, glory and hope forever shine down as we eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Product of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grimsical.com/index.php?act=viewProd&amp;productId=36"&gt;&lt;img src="http://grimsical.com/images/uploads/thumbs/thumb_taste_bud_on_sugar.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Taste Bud Button&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590974597124979487-5818293013682041810?l=grimsical.com%2Fblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590974597124979487/5818293013682041810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590974597124979487&amp;postID=5818293013682041810&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590974597124979487/posts/default/5818293013682041810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590974597124979487/posts/default/5818293013682041810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimsical.com/blog/2009/05/sugar-sugar.html' title='sugar sugar!'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117890828052114402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13458831309285421400'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590974597124979487.post-6287213144785551563</id><published>2009-05-10T01:38:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:16:55.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://grimsical.com/my_images/comics/coffee1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that everyone is entitled to take coffee's name in vain. I also believe that everyone is entitled to voice their own opinion. I ALSO believe that everyone is entitled to voice their opinion to the jerk that voiced their opinion about their opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Product of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grimsical.com/index.php?act=viewProd&amp;productId=24"&gt;&lt;img src="http://grimsical.com/images/uploads/thumbs/thumb_hey-jerk.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jerk! Button&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590974597124979487-6287213144785551563?l=grimsical.com%2Fblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590974597124979487/6287213144785551563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590974597124979487&amp;postID=6287213144785551563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590974597124979487/posts/default/6287213144785551563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590974597124979487/posts/default/6287213144785551563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimsical.com/blog/2009/05/coffee.html' title='coffee'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117890828052114402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13458831309285421400'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590974597124979487.post-1045431457697994675</id><published>2009-05-09T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:55:38.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>definition</title><content type='html'>grimsical [grim-zi-kuhl] adj.: A dismal and gloomy yet fanciful impulse or idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590974597124979487-1045431457697994675?l=grimsical.com%2Fblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590974597124979487/posts/default/1045431457697994675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590974597124979487/posts/default/1045431457697994675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimsical.com/blog/2009/05/well-hello-there-stranger.html' title='definition'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117890828052114402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13458831309285421400'/></author></entry></feed>