<?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-6563150</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:32:08.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thoughts of Hanik</title><subtitle type='html'>just a blog to do what I think blogs are to be used for.  </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanik.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanik.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hanik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776718474476478366</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563150.post-110113511352775106</id><published>2004-11-22T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T06:51:53.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting the feeling that blogging ain't my cup of tea.  I just haven't been able to connect like I wanted to.  Maybe it's because I do all of blogging at work, maybe it's because I don't have anything important to say.  I just don't know.  And to be honest, I don't care all that much as to why.  I think I'm going to kill this site and start a new one, write short little stories or have a diary or something.  Or maybe not.  Maybe I'll just keep on writing that I don't have anything to write about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563150-110113511352775106?l=hanik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563150/posts/default/110113511352775106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563150/posts/default/110113511352775106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanik.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110113511352775106' title=''/><author><name>Hanik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776718474476478366</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563150.post-109957676132694192</id><published>2004-11-04T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T05:59:21.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From the re-elective president:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you all. Thank you all for coming.&lt;br /&gt;We had a long night ... and a great night. The voters turned out in record numbers and delivered an historic victory. Earlier today, Senator Kerry called with his congratulations. We had a really good phone call. He was very gracious. Senator Kerry waged a spirited campaign, and he and his supporters can be proud of their efforts. Laura and I wish Senator Kerry and Teresa and their whole family all our best wishes.&lt;br /&gt;America has spoken, and I'm humbled by the trust and the confidence of my fellow citizens. With that trust comes a duty to serve all Americans. And I will do my best to fulfill that duty every day as your president. There are many people to thank and my family comes first. Laura is the love of my life. I'm glad you love her too. I want to thank our daughters who joined their dad for his last campaign. I appreciate the hard work of my sister and brothers. I especially want to thank my parents for their loving support. I'm grateful to the vice president and Lynne and their daughters who have worked so hard and been such a vital part of our team. The vice president serves America with wisdom and honor and I'm proud to serve beside him.&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank my superb campaign team. I want to thank you all for your hard work. I was impressed every day by how hard and how skillful our team was. I want to thank Chairman Marc Racicot and the campaign manager, Ken Mehlman, the architect, Karl Rove. I want to thank Ed Gillespie for leading our party so well. I want to thank the thousands of our supporters across our country. I want to thank you for your hugs on the rope lines. I want thank you for your prayers on the rope lines. I want to thank you for your kind words on the rope lines. I want to thank you for everything you did to make the calls and to put up the signs, to talk to your neighbors and to get out the vote. And because you did the incredible work, we are celebrating today.&lt;br /&gt;There is an old saying: Do not pray for tasks equal to your powers; pray for powers equal to your tasks.&lt;br /&gt;In four historic years, America has been given great tasks and faced them with strength and courage.&lt;br /&gt;Our people have restored the vigor of this economy and shown resolve and patience in a new kind of war. Our military has brought justice to the enemy and honor to America. Our nation has defended itself and served the freedom of all mankind. I'm proud to lead such an amazing country, and I'm proud to lead it forward. Because we have done the hard work, we are entering a season of hope.&lt;br /&gt;We will continue our economic progress. We'll reform our outdated tax code. We'll strengthen the Social Security for the next generation. We'll make public schools all they can be. And we will uphold our deepest values of family and faith. We'll help the emerging democracies of Iraq and Afghanistan ... so they can grow in strength and defend their freedom. And then our service men and women will come home with the honor they have earned. With good allies at our side, we will fight this war on terror with every resource of our national power so our children can live in freedom and in peace.&lt;br /&gt;Reaching these goals will require the broad support of Americans. So today I want to speak to every person who voted for my opponent. To make this nation stronger and better, I will need your support and I will work to earn it. I will do all I can do to deserve your trust. A new term is a new opportunity to reach out to the whole nation. We have one country, one Constitution, and one future that binds us. And when we come together and work together, there is no limit to the greatness of America.&lt;br /&gt;Let me close with a word for the people of the state of Texas. We have known each other the longest, and you started me on this journey. On the open plains of Texas, I first learned the character of our country: sturdy and honest, and as hopeful as the break of day. I will always be grateful to the good people of my state. And whatever the road that lies ahead, that road will take me home. The campaign has ended, and the United States of America goes forward with confidence and faith. I see a great day coming for our country and I am eager for the work ahead.&lt;br /&gt;God bless you and may God bless America."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to do everything you can to earn my trust? I'll tell you what. I'll give you the chance. I didn't vote for you but as of right now, I'll give you that trust, that support. I'll be hopeful for a better tomorrow. You've got the chance, now go do something.&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/6563150-109957676132694192?l=hanik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563150/posts/default/109957676132694192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563150/posts/default/109957676132694192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanik.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109957676132694192' title=''/><author><name>Hanik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776718474476478366</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563150.post-109672976057246205</id><published>2004-10-02T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T08:09:35.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just wanted to say hi. Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I just got the Gmail from Google, it rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563150-109672976057246205?l=hanik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563150/posts/default/109672976057246205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563150/posts/default/109672976057246205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanik.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109672976057246205' title=''/><author><name>Hanik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776718474476478366</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563150.post-108863006709639072</id><published>2004-06-30T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T14:14:27.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not to sound like a stalker, but I've been searching the internet for some knowledge about my friends, present and past.  Not sure why, just had the sudden desire to know what they were doing, see if anyone's name is floating around out there.  Since my high school friend who has a blog doesn't post anymore and my cousin who does refuses to say anything I find interesting, I've been in need of some inside scoop of the personal coming and goings of people who I actually met.  Yep, I'm a stalker.  A stalker without any real idea of who the stalkee is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I need to make up my mind about what I want to do in here.  Basically, Hanik needs structure.  I've got some idea's so hopefully they'll start to take shape over the next few days.  The main thing I've had trouble with is that none of my friends or anyone else for that matter, know about my blog.  They don't even know I have one.  And if they did there's no way they're going to know that Hanik is me.  This is the first time I've ever used this screen name and the only other place I've used it is for the Browncoats signup.  The old name is offically retired, not because I'm trying to hide him away, but after you use the same name for everything you've ever needed a screen name for it's starts to lose it's identity.  So for now, Hanik is it.  I wanted to be Hank because it's the name of a character I once played, but it was taken.  But Hanik is better I think.  Don't you?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563150-108863006709639072?l=hanik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563150/posts/default/108863006709639072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563150/posts/default/108863006709639072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanik.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108863006709639072' title=''/><author><name>Hanik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776718474476478366</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563150.post-108750121225708838</id><published>2004-06-17T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T12:40:12.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Danger, danger.  I'm starting to question my relationships with my friends.  We had a little outing last week, the last before my friend moves away and I've found that in our group that I'm the odd man out.  The others have a connection that I'm a bit jealous of.  I've emailed a few of them and expressed myself.  I'm not usually the guy to be honest, mostly I sit and bullshit, but this time, hell, why not?  So right now I'm just dealing with the fallout of my sudden awareness.  So that's not any fun.  At while at one point I thought writing this is wonderful blog would help me, I think I'm done talking about it.  Well, until they email me back that is.  Well, this is Hanik.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563150-108750121225708838?l=hanik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563150/posts/default/108750121225708838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563150/posts/default/108750121225708838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanik.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108750121225708838' title=''/><author><name>Hanik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776718474476478366</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563150.post-108620230715564619</id><published>2004-06-02T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T11:51:47.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I can officially say that I'm not going to keep this thing updated like I wanted to.  But life goes on.  I've been quite busy the last few weeks, getting a game together, trying to get back to school, being the team leader for my work's Relay for Life team, getting a huge swing-set built in my backyard, and trying to deal with life's daily conflicts.  I wish I could just sit in bed and watch the Buffy DVDs.  That would be nice.  But it's not going to happen, not anytime soon anyway.  So here's what I've been spending my time thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tiger Woods' girlfriend is hot.  Very, very hot.&lt;br /&gt;-I a little concerned that there's never going to be another Angel/Buffy show.  All the rumors of a movie are just that, rumors.  Damn the WB!&lt;br /&gt;-I thinking about taking some cooking classes.  I'm in the serious need of a new hobby that doesn't require other people so cooking would be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;-As much as I love wrestling, I haven't been that interested lately.  Strange considering that my all time favorite is now holding the belt.&lt;br /&gt;-I need to get a new job.  I like my job now I'm just not motivated by it and that's causing some serious problems.&lt;br /&gt;-Buddies are all moving away, Michigan, Pennsylvania, Greenwood.  I have this theory where they all committed a great crime and have to get away before the cops catch on.  My only problem with that is why didn't they include me in this great caper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563150-108620230715564619?l=hanik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563150/posts/default/108620230715564619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563150/posts/default/108620230715564619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanik.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108620230715564619' title=''/><author><name>Hanik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776718474476478366</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563150.post-108058556266688571</id><published>2004-03-29T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T10:42:57.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been awhile hasn't it?  Life's been busy and I haven't gotten into a good groove with keeping things updated.  The last few weeks have been busy.  Friends getting married, me going to Disney world, trying to get some word done in the yard.  You know, all that fun stuff.  I'm still trying to find a new reactive outlet.  Working on a new roleplaying game already, trying to take it slow so I don't become obsessed like usual.  A close friend of mine just got a new job so hopefully I'll get a chance to see him a bit more.  We've grown a part a bit over the years, his school and work schedules have conflicted greatly with my life's, but that happens.  He's had a blog up, it his that made me want to do my own, but it's been down for a month and I'm starting to feel out of touch.  At this stage in life, it's easier to look and read up on someone than it is to pick up the phone and talk.  The older I get the more I hate talking on the phone.  Is that normal?  Is it just a guy thing?  Regardless of the why, I'm fine with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, where was I?  Yes, my friend and I should be able to hang out a little more.  It's fun with him, he's a bigger geek than I am (he'll say I am but who cares about his opinions right?  He should get his own blog up and then he can complain) and we both work well creatively together.  So maybe we can get something going.  Well, I think I just saw a monkey under my desk so I'm checking out.  Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563150-108058556266688571?l=hanik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563150/posts/default/108058556266688571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563150/posts/default/108058556266688571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanik.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108058556266688571' title=''/><author><name>Hanik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776718474476478366</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563150.post-107894357678402261</id><published>2004-03-10T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T10:36:05.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn Dirty Apes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkeys.  Is there anything more fun than monkeys.  I didn't think so.  I didn't think so until about a half hour ago.  Today is my birthday (ya Hanik!) and my co-workers sent me a singing telegram.  A guy, dressed up like an ape showed up and sang to me.  Then he made me dance.  Yes.  Dance.  Like most men, I hate to dance and if I did chose to it would be with someone other than a guy dressed up in fur costume.  But I didn't dance, I smiled, I laughed.  And the entire time I was just wishing for it to end.  Now I don't like monkeys.  My co-workers took away my love of monkeys.  Damn them!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563150-107894357678402261?l=hanik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563150/posts/default/107894357678402261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563150/posts/default/107894357678402261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanik.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107894357678402261' title=''/><author><name>Hanik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776718474476478366</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563150.post-107833602958901043</id><published>2004-03-03T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T09:50:08.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, here we go with day two, let the streak begin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this the beginning of something, my readers, if there are any, might want to know what to expect in the future.  They might want to know a little bit about me.  They might not, but hey, I think I want to share so that's what I'm going to do.  I'm going to talk about my hobbies.  I'm going to talk about my thoughts (see title), I'm going to rant, rave, bless and obsess.  I'm going to try to tell some stories, and I'm going to try to work out a few things in my life.  Some things may be a non-issue with you.  But I'm going to try my best not to let what I think you may or may not care about effect what I write.  Should I censure myself?  Should I be ashamed of what I like?  I don't think so but thinking and acting are two different things.  But that's what this is for, to help me and if there are readers out there who enjoy what I write, then good for you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what I usually find is on my mind.  My career/my friends/wrestling/Bush Jr/movies/Whedon's tv shows/Survivor/roleplaying/story ideas.  I sound like a hell of a guy don't you think?  I think I do.  Well, that's a lie, I feel a little ashamed that I don't have exciting hobbies and interests, but I shouldn't care what others thinks should I?  Over the days and weeks and years you going to find that I don't use semi-colons, I use commas.  I don't see why I need anything but my trusty comma, do you?  Everything else we'll learn together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's today's topic.  Roleplaying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, I have put a stop to my game.  I've been running a 7th Sea game for almost nine months.  There's just four of us total playing, a number that I was lucky to get considering all my old gaming buddies are moving away left and right.  That's one of the reason's this one is being tanked.  One of the guys, my best friend actually, is moving away to Michigan.  The other two are more than willing to continue on with the game but I can't seem to get a good idea to grow so instead of putting out lesser game I'm going to take a break.  When I made the decison yesterday I could feel this huge weight being lifted off of me, the stress of a weekly game, even one that only lasts four hours, was trying.  It was always on my mind, and I didn't and don't have the time to run the type of games I like to.  I'm hoping that during this off time someone else will pick up the lack and run something but I don't expect that to happen.  I expect I'll get an idea for a game and have to put it into play.  That's what happened this last time, although it mutated into a game I didn't really want to run.  So, I'm not going to run it.  Simple don't you think?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563150-107833602958901043?l=hanik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563150/posts/default/107833602958901043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563150/posts/default/107833602958901043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanik.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107833602958901043' title=''/><author><name>Hanik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776718474476478366</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563150.post-107825494800459583</id><published>2004-03-02T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T08:01:10.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is something new for me.  I've never attempted to do anything like this before, not that this is earthshattering or anything, it's just new.  A few people in my life, family and a friend, have a blog and I like looking in on it from time to time, feels like I'm reading a diary, so it has created in me a need to do the same.  So that's what I'm going to try to do.  Here's to hoping I can stay interested in this longer than a week or two!  (Here's also to hoping that I can keep this working!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563150-107825494800459583?l=hanik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563150/posts/default/107825494800459583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563150/posts/default/107825494800459583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanik.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107825494800459583' title=''/><author><name>Hanik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776718474476478366</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></entry></feed>
