<?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-3714076</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:34:31.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne's personal blogshit</title><subtitle type='html'>You know, just random brainfarts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annieisababe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3714076/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieisababe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.tcz.org/albums/album07/marla.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714076.post-94733428</id><published>2003-05-22T08:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T08:21:31.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I know it's been a while again.  I just haven't been able to put a whole lot here that I haven't put over on the other one.  Whee.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of my best online friends have been spending lots less time on lately.  And it seems that when we're on we only exchange a few words while they're doing other stuff.  One's got a new girl he's trying to woo, the other's just trying to take a break from tcz.  I guess I can't begrudge them having lives of their own, but I miss being able to talk to them like before.  Ah well.  Everything changes, but there's a comfort level in things you've come to depend on staying the same.  Makes TCZ a lot less inviting to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't have other stuff I needed to do, I think I'd probably stop connecting so much.  But I'm trying to get work done on Luna.  Jason's agreed to take over for Voght as my coding partner.  I probably could have done it myself, albeit very slowly, but I want to get this fucker done, and being the writer's time consuming enough without also being the architect.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this is enough of this.  I've got to clean up catshit and review the stuff for my cit test one last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3714076-94733428?l=annieisababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3714076/posts/default/94733428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3714076/posts/default/94733428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieisababe.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94733428' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.tcz.org/albums/album07/marla.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714076.post-93629515</id><published>2003-05-01T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T07:32:41.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a new tcz blog up, at www.tcz.org.  I'm glad everyone thought it was worth putting up again, and after the old one went down 6 months ago, I thought all the ugliness involved over the other one had been forgotten.  But of course, no.  I just had my balls kicked, figuratively speaking, again by someone who I consider to be a little more than a mere tcz acquaintance.  Fuck.  I don't even know why I bother connecting there, sometimes.  When I got upset, he's like, oh I love pushing your buttons.  Like it's some big fucking joke.  I know it could have been handled a little different, as this person likes to tell me, but it's easy for him to say that.  Hindsight is ALWAYS 20/20, and he wasn't on the receiving end of that cannonball of shit.   I don't NEED that fucking shit in my life.  So it never came back up, even though there were still a bunch of people who wanted to do it, because I don't need anymore asshole monkeys on my back who know half of a situation and think they know all that's going on, and that they can do everything better than you.  I can't believe I bothered apologizing about stopping it, like I did something bad for not wanting to get sued or endure constant screaming about how I'm participating in admin abuse.  It's in one fucking ear and out the other.  People ignore apology and read it as admission of guilt and it only makes me look like an idiot for trying.  I'm not sorry for shutting the fucker down, not anymore.  It was a good thing for a while, but ultimately, it was screwed because people are idiots.  Now this new one gives us all the same things, and it's under an established rule system that people have already accepted rather than a "use your good judgement" catchall, and it's governed by the admin.  So if you're reading this, and you know who you are, you can suck it.  I never actually wanted to RUN anything, I just wanted it to be there.  If I had wanted to be a controlling freak like you claim I am, the blog would have never gone down.  Do you know why?  Because I would have controlled who would be allowed to post on it, I would have exerted supreme control over the content of the posts, and I would have established a long system of rules designed to help me exert my authority.  But you never really thought about that, did you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3714076-93629515?l=annieisababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3714076/posts/default/93629515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3714076/posts/default/93629515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieisababe.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93629515' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.tcz.org/albums/album07/marla.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714076.post-93613490</id><published>2003-05-01T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T16:11:38.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't make up my mind whether I should rant or talk about something else.  I mean, sure, ranting is probably healthy for me, but does anybody actually want to read my ranting about how my right contact lens is going to take 4-6 weeks to replace?  Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got notice for my appearance for the citizenship test again.  June 23, 940 am.  Whee!  Andy's had me test his webpage to see if his webcam works, and I picked out all the classes I hope to take this fall.  Pretty fun, neh?  In about an hour, I'll head down to Jackson Square, where I'll pick up deoderant for Bob at the local pharmaplus, and maybe some gum.  That reminds me, I have to take my antibiotic.  It makes my breath really crappy.  Stupid clindamycin.  So on the whole, I've been living a really awesome life.  I guess I'd better get back to work soon.  The excitement's killing me.  :-P  Sides, I want to be able to buy that 3k camera by this time next year.  It'd be cool to have.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's just about impossible?  Finding a store that carries webcams for OSX.  Have I mentioned this already?  I can't remember.  I've been trying to get an iBot, but they have to be ordered, and the supplier's out of one until the 15th, and the other until the second... of June. Yeesh.  Guess I'm SOL as far as cams go for a couple weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3714076-93613490?l=annieisababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3714076/posts/default/93613490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3714076/posts/default/93613490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieisababe.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93613490' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.tcz.org/albums/album07/marla.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714076.post-93558141</id><published>2003-04-30T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T18:31:05.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever feel just... blah?  I do.  I feel kind of cruddy.  I think I need a change of scene.  There's too many things to do though.  I've got like an apointment every two weeks from now until July, which completely precludes the possibility of me going anywhere for longer than a week.  And things are too quiet here on the homefront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent another day in the apartment, cleaning and cooking and stuff.  I should try to go out and meet more people, but it's hard, y'know?  I have no friends around here at all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3714076-93558141?l=annieisababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3714076/posts/default/93558141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3714076/posts/default/93558141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieisababe.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93558141' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.tcz.org/albums/album07/marla.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714076.post-93466067</id><published>2003-04-29T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T10:15:16.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got the spring cleaning bug.  I think.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While finals were on, I completely negelcted my place.  It was a real, utter dump.  There was a big sticky gross stain on the kitchen floor that I couldn't be bothered to clean.  But it didn't matter, because I think I only entered my kitchen once a week this last month.  Piles of paper everywhere, there were (I kid you not) 10 pizza boxes sitting in the corner to go down to recycling, clothes everywhere.  I know I'm a bit messy even at the best of times, but it was really starting to bug me.  Finals ended last week, and I've been cleaning ever since.  You don't even want to know how long it took me to do all the dishes that were piled in the sink.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More though, I've actually been going above and beyond the call of duty.  I've been cleaning out closets, shaking out rugs, throwing out old clothes that don't fit anymore.  I cleaned the microwave!  I vacuumed under my dresser!  I even dusted off the legs of my dining room chairs.  And yesterday, I got it into my head to move around all the furniture.  You see, my cat likes tearing around my apartment for excersize, and when he gets to the living room, he enters the Matrix.  I've watched Scooter race down the hall at top speed, and when he encounters the loveseat in my living room, he takes a flying leap from six feet away, hits the side of the couch, and bounces off the back of it sideways onto my coffee table.  Then usually he does a bounding leap off that onto my dining room chair and into the window sill.  It's pretty impressive to watch, but it's really bad for my furniture.  My couches are leather and my dining room chairs... well, they're vinyl, and they're already shot.  I suppose they can be recovered eventually, but it's my $4000 leather furniture that he's scratching when he impersonates Keanu Reeves.  I've covered them with blankets, but he's still gouging them through.  Long story short, I decided to move that loveseat out of the way.  But that snowballed into a rearranging of all the furniture in the apartment.  I want to put the loveseat in my den, but first I have to move the old hide-a-bed couch that scooter's been using as a scratching post out of here.   It's not that heavy, but I can't get it out of the door by myself.  Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, everything in the place is still torn apart.  But at least it's clean!  I've just got furniture scattered randomly around the place.  What to do now, until I can get someone to help me move this couch?  Maybe I'll clean out the kitchen drawers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melia ended up putting up the tcz blog again.  I'm glad.  I think it was a good thing we had going.  Now it's under tcz jurisdiction instead of mine.  I don't have to listen to people complaining about the content, or about punishing people who can't self-govern.   It's at the new tcz website www.tcz.org.  I post there too :)  chances are my posts are going to be fairly similar, if not identical.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3714076-93466067?l=annieisababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3714076/posts/default/93466067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3714076/posts/default/93466067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieisababe.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93466067' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.tcz.org/albums/album07/marla.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714076.post-93360730</id><published>2003-04-27T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T17:53:40.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched the movie identity today.  It was ok.  Haven't really decided what I think about the ending though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of interesting, if you look at the difference between what people think about movies on imdb.com and say, tribute.ca.  I think it just goes to show that by and large the movie going public is full of idiots.  Makes me wonder if I'll be able to compete in the film industry.  Though... making stupid films shouldn't be all that hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob says that I should probably go visit my relatives in the US again.  I don't know if I want to, really.  I'm so sick of all the crap that's going on politically, and I don't fancy going there to be tagged like wildlife so they can observe the movements of that Canadian, because they're too stupid to realize where terrorists really do come from.  I wonder sometimes if I'm the only person left alive who's read the book 1984. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some new tunes.  Every time I get something new, I play it to death cause I'm sick of everything else I've got.  I can't afford to buy anything new though, even if I could get some decent techno here in Canada.  Who in their right mind wants to pay 80 dollars CAD for Euphoria?  I wonder what would happen if mainstream listeners got stiffed the way North American trance listeners do.  They're chafing over paying 15 bucks for a CD.  Hah.  They've got it bloody easy.  If the RIAA wanted 80 bucks for Brittany Spear's latest album, there'd be war.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3714076-93360730?l=annieisababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3714076/posts/default/93360730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3714076/posts/default/93360730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieisababe.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93360730' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.tcz.org/albums/album07/marla.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714076.post-93299117</id><published>2003-04-26T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T11:46:42.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I know it's been a LOOOOONG time.  Shit's happened.  And I was in school, and stuff, and I just couldn't be arsed, really.  Ah well.  I'm going to a Toronto Rock game today.  My personal trainer, he plays lacrosse for the Toronto Rock, and he said he'd get us tickets for their first playoff game.  His nickname's the Hammer ;)  It's only because he's from Hamilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked out a new template too.  Spiffy, eh?  I wish I knew more HTML so I could add shit to the sidebars and stuff, but it's not really that big a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the time I've been gone, I've picked up an old hobby again.  I've started making things, tops mostly, like bikini tops, halter tops, the like.  And I'm crocheting them.  I don't know if anybody besides me would want to wear what I've made, but it's pretty cool.  Well, I suppose that's not true.  The bikini tops that I make are pretty popular.  I've made two others for people who've asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also gotten rid of my PCs, much to some people's dismay :)  I had to sell off my webcam and scanner and stuff with it, cause it doesn't work with my new iBook.  I'll replace it sometime I suppose.  If I can ever find a frickin webcam for my laptop. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3714076-93299117?l=annieisababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3714076/posts/default/93299117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3714076/posts/default/93299117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieisababe.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93299117' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.tcz.org/albums/album07/marla.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714076.post-80567197</id><published>2002-08-22T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-22T09:35:52.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damnit, I posted most of my good stuff on the other blog :-)  Well, &lt;a href="http://tcz.blogspot.com"&gt;tcz.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; if anybody cares.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that other blog, my social experiment seems to be a small success so far :-)  People are starting to get into the swing of it, and posting their real thoughts now.  I've got lots, lots more people on it too.  I don't know whether to be happy it's working or frightened that I actually had an idea people liked ;-)  I guess time will tell... in a week, we'll see if people still like it enough to keep doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3714076-80567197?l=annieisababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3714076/posts/default/80567197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3714076/posts/default/80567197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieisababe.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80567197' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.tcz.org/albums/album07/marla.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714076.post-80518915</id><published>2002-08-21T08:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-21T08:34:34.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's probably a good thing I didn't post again last night.  I was really fricking pissed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it astonishing that people in Canada manage to get a higher education at all.  Getting admission and enrolling in classes seems to be nothing more than a combination of luck and rocket science.  I'll spare you guys all the gory details.  Suffice it to say, I had most of my time wasted yesterday.  I don't even know what I had to go for, because the advisor didn't help me choose classes nor enrol in them.  She told me I could do it all on the internet, enroling and everything.  She neglected to tell me that almost everything was full.  Needless to say, like the Dilbert book: Avoid meetings with time wasting morons.  I had enough of my time wasted checking to see if any classes were empty.  Could this be the true reason students drink? :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3714076-80518915?l=annieisababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3714076/posts/default/80518915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3714076/posts/default/80518915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieisababe.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80518915' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.tcz.org/albums/album07/marla.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714076.post-80474232</id><published>2002-08-20T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-20T09:45:49.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to go to York today.  For my enrolment session.  Yarg.  I hope they'll be helpful.  It seems like getting into school is just a big pain in the butt here in Canada.  I wonder why it seemed so much easier in the US.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3714076-80474232?l=annieisababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3714076/posts/default/80474232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3714076/posts/default/80474232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieisababe.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80474232' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.tcz.org/albums/album07/marla.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714076.post-80438513</id><published>2002-08-19T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-21T08:36:14.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, this is my second blog :)  Not that I know what's going to end up happening to blog #1... it's at &lt;a href="http://tcz.blogspot.com"&gt;tcz.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running a social experiment in there.  We'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day: I was reading an article about this 'digital angel' created by a company in Florida.  It allows you to track people and animals by gps, just by the means of a simple collar or implant under the skin.  You just set a roving limit on them, and then whenever the person/pet leaves the "boundaries" set, you can be notified by pager or cell phone, and even get a recent satelite picture of where they are.  Charming, eh?  When I worked at AMC Theaters, they told us to think of people like cattle when setting up the ropes for the lines and all.  This is cattle on a global scale.  I bet in my lifetime, we'll see these implants in everybody, not just parolees and the senile elderly who might wander around lost.  Heck, they're already trying to get GPS into people's cell phones.  What will this mean for us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3714076-80438513?l=annieisababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3714076/posts/default/80438513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3714076/posts/default/80438513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annieisababe.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80438513' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.tcz.org/albums/album07/marla.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
