<?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-5691833945971966739</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:43:44.121+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathblogging</title><subtitle type='html'>Nicolas Negroponte said: "Some day we will be able to smell things trough the internet". Thank god you can't do it yet.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-3366899768595708014</id><published>2009-04-16T22:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:48:27.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Close for vacations,</title><content type='html'>se finí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-3366899768595708014?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3366899768595708014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/04/close-for-vacations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/3366899768595708014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/3366899768595708014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/04/close-for-vacations.html' title='Close for vacations,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-5412678887395340839</id><published>2009-03-28T04:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-28T04:33:10.390Z</updated><title type='text'>Swedish caperucita</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y54ABqSOScQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y54ABqSOScQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-5412678887395340839?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5412678887395340839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/swedish-caperucita.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/5412678887395340839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/5412678887395340839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/swedish-caperucita.html' title='Swedish caperucita'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-3821993024898530501</id><published>2009-03-22T00:45:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:51:42.245Z</updated><title type='text'>Lie to me,</title><content type='html'>I am watching this new tv show called "Lie to me". It shows an independent company that based on facial information, they can know who is telling a lie.&lt;br /&gt;It's not much different from any other tv show (csi whatever the city, mentalist, without a trace, etc). But I've read a story online. When the creators went to pitch the show to the producers, they answered they didn't have the money at the moment. That's when one of the creators said: It's a lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-3821993024898530501?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3821993024898530501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/lie-to-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/3821993024898530501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/3821993024898530501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/lie-to-me.html' title='Lie to me,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-7631283452274564536</id><published>2009-03-13T14:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:31:18.231Z</updated><title type='text'>KFC smells nice...</title><content type='html'>Every time we pass next to a KFC restaurante, it smells beautifully. And now, apparently, Pam "breast" Anderson is becoming the spoke person for the brand. Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.kentuckyfriedcruelty.com/swf/pam_kfc_320.swf" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="335" height="255" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch more videos at &lt;a href="http://www.kentuckyfriedcruelty.com?c=petastreamvids" target="_blank"&gt;KentuckyFriedCruelty.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-7631283452274564536?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7631283452274564536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/kfc-smells-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/7631283452274564536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/7631283452274564536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/kfc-smells-nice.html' title='KFC smells nice...'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-5697740653290474144</id><published>2009-03-10T23:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-11T00:00:42.230Z</updated><title type='text'>Pubs shutting down!</title><content type='html'>I've heard that 6 pubs a day are shutting down in the uk. I am not a big fan of the loud music, the beer, etc. But I do consider it a culture in itself, the culture of the pub. The fish and chips...It's so old an authentic, that I am feeling sad about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while this is happening, hundreds of stupid geeks are fighting for some silly fish species about to disappear. You fucking green morons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-5697740653290474144?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5697740653290474144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/pubs-shutting-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/5697740653290474144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/5697740653290474144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/pubs-shutting-down.html' title='Pubs shutting down!'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-5570363331278207451</id><published>2009-03-07T08:49:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:37:39.473Z</updated><title type='text'>I shook hands with Charlie Watts,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhEYit17jpY/SbI3mgr0paI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vEtXc8qx7Aw/s1600-h/CharlieWatts460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhEYit17jpY/SbI3mgr0paI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vEtXc8qx7Aw/s200/CharlieWatts460.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310368045371532706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this old guy coming, white hair, long jacket. And I noticed him. And although I know there is an unspoken agreement between londoners and its celebrities for which you shouldn't talk to them, I've approached him and ask him to shake hands. He though at first that I had a knife and my intentions were to kill him. That's when he saw all his wild life in front of his eyes, but soon he realized I was just another stupid fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Watts, there is something that you did not know when you shook my hand. I didn't wash them after my bathblogging session, just before meeting you. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-5570363331278207451?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5570363331278207451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-shook-hands-with-charlie-watts-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/5570363331278207451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/5570363331278207451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-shook-hands-with-charlie-watts-today.html' title='I shook hands with Charlie Watts,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhEYit17jpY/SbI3mgr0paI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vEtXc8qx7Aw/s72-c/CharlieWatts460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-3558685697779177518</id><published>2009-03-06T01:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T01:01:47.262Z</updated><title type='text'>This peace bears are so stupid,</title><content type='html'>that I feel I want to go to war. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhEYit17jpY/SbB12zHbKTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/17k6htL8IGE/s1600-h/osos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhEYit17jpY/SbB12zHbKTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/17k6htL8IGE/s200/osos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309873544964548914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-3558685697779177518?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3558685697779177518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-peace-bears-are-so-stupid.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/3558685697779177518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/3558685697779177518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-peace-bears-are-so-stupid.html' title='This peace bears are so stupid,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhEYit17jpY/SbB12zHbKTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/17k6htL8IGE/s72-c/osos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-3120215075829691824</id><published>2009-03-03T23:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:36:59.672Z</updated><title type='text'>what does it mean if I do not blog for a couple of days?</title><content type='html'>I am constipated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-3120215075829691824?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3120215075829691824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-does-it-mean-if-i-do-not-blog-for.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/3120215075829691824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/3120215075829691824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-does-it-mean-if-i-do-not-blog-for.html' title='what does it mean if I do not blog for a couple of days?'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-5226666802744961873</id><published>2009-02-23T14:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:12:14.621Z</updated><title type='text'>Now I get it</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3261363&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3261363&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3261363"&gt;The Crisis of Credit Visualized&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/jonathanjarvis"&gt;Jonathan Jarvis&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-5226666802744961873?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5226666802744961873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-i-get-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/5226666802744961873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/5226666802744961873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-i-get-it.html' title='Now I get it'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-3459372636895648928</id><published>2009-02-22T18:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:55:39.261Z</updated><title type='text'>Deep question...</title><content type='html'>This morning, I don't know what triggered this question but I thought to myself:&lt;br /&gt;How do blind people consume porn? So I searched "Porn for the blind" on google.&lt;br /&gt;This is fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.pornfortheblind.org/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-3459372636895648928?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3459372636895648928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/deep-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/3459372636895648928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/3459372636895648928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/deep-question.html' title='Deep question...'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-5478767864616898086</id><published>2009-02-20T15:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:20:24.902Z</updated><title type='text'>18 seconds of pure joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A_B5UrI7nAI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A_B5UrI7nAI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite get it. But I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-5478767864616898086?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5478767864616898086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/18-seconds-of-pure-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/5478767864616898086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/5478767864616898086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/18-seconds-of-pure-joy.html' title='18 seconds of pure joy'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-4205764682380093272</id><published>2009-02-16T14:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:18:05.247Z</updated><title type='text'>Bald?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhEYit17jpY/SZl06CRumyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Kp-lCHNF9Ss/s1600-h/Photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhEYit17jpY/SZl06CRumyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Kp-lCHNF9Ss/s200/Photo+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303398576597932834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just shaved my head. I was reading a poll that suggested that people don't think of shaved heads as bald heads. This is due to people who shaved their heads without being bald. And that made me take the decision. &lt;br /&gt;Isn't it great?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-4205764682380093272?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4205764682380093272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/bald.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/4205764682380093272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/4205764682380093272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/bald.html' title='Bald?'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhEYit17jpY/SZl06CRumyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Kp-lCHNF9Ss/s72-c/Photo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-1500306028139292733</id><published>2009-02-05T20:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:07:00.769Z</updated><title type='text'>American Standards,</title><content type='html'>I've just received the confirmation letter from American Standards, saying that they will pay me for writing my blog. I am so excited to start saying nice things about their bathrooms in exchange for money. I never thought I could be paid for writing from my bathroom. It's like a dream come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-1500306028139292733?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/1500306028139292733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/american-standards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/1500306028139292733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/1500306028139292733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/american-standards.html' title='American Standards,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-459907695886654721</id><published>2009-02-03T02:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T02:59:53.806Z</updated><title type='text'>Possible use for Guantanamo's jail</title><content type='html'>Gay tourism?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-459907695886654721?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/459907695886654721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/possible-use-for-guantanamos-jail.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/459907695886654721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/459907695886654721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/possible-use-for-guantanamos-jail.html' title='Possible use for Guantanamo&apos;s jail'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-3337944230374416120</id><published>2009-02-03T02:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T02:38:39.247Z</updated><title type='text'>Prenatal DNA test,</title><content type='html'>There is a new trend in London: the prenatal DNA test. By using this technique, mothers to be can know the "identity" of their babies before they are born. In other words, they can know if the child would be the son or the daughter of her husband! &lt;br /&gt;If it's not their husband's they would interrupt the pregnancy (they say).&lt;br /&gt;My guess is that, after spending so much time with their husbands, they would abort only if the baby is actually their child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More trends? Lambada is back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-3337944230374416120?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3337944230374416120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/prenatal-dna-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/3337944230374416120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/3337944230374416120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/prenatal-dna-test.html' title='Prenatal DNA test,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-8213746456542759797</id><published>2009-01-30T19:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:45:06.947Z</updated><title type='text'>Motley Crue's hotel,</title><content type='html'>It's on the news today. Motley Crue is opening a new hotel in London. It will be a 5 star hotel dedicated to musicians, but here is the new news: They don't allow the rock stars to behave like rock stars!&lt;br /&gt;This is the nature of many businesses. A peaceful hotel that lets heavy rock stars break everything. And a hotel of rockers that is extremely quite and formal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-8213746456542759797?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/8213746456542759797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/motley-crues-hotel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/8213746456542759797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/8213746456542759797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/motley-crues-hotel.html' title='Motley Crue&apos;s hotel,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-1525559245271806651</id><published>2009-01-30T19:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:36:12.787Z</updated><title type='text'>Art factor,</title><content type='html'>I've heard the rumor that Saatchi is organizing some sort of art reality show to find the next great artist. I like the collision between the world of mainstream tv and the exclusive art world. However, when I go to tv is because I want cheap programming and cheap simple stuff. Please, don't start with that modern-arty-shit! I want to watch old Friend's episodes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-1525559245271806651?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/1525559245271806651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/art-factor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/1525559245271806651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/1525559245271806651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/art-factor.html' title='Art factor,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-5025517940183760957</id><published>2009-01-30T19:11:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:25:35.913Z</updated><title type='text'>Lie detector,</title><content type='html'>Here in the uk a group of scientist discovered a new "lie detector". It's a very simple observation on human behavior. Not telling the truth forces you to think longer than telling it. And average of 0.6 seconds longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'd like to know is: What happens if you ask a liar if he is lying? How long would it take to get an answer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-5025517940183760957?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5025517940183760957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/lie-detector.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/5025517940183760957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/5025517940183760957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/lie-detector.html' title='Lie detector,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-1465127876049738872</id><published>2009-01-30T00:46:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:04:35.528Z</updated><title type='text'>this guy I know,</title><content type='html'>Is so obsessed with his blog, that he had created profiles to comment on his own posts. Like if he was ten different bloggers making comments.&lt;br /&gt;His blog looks very busy, when actually he is the only reader! It's so sad.&lt;br /&gt;He even tracks himself on google analytics. And apparently, he started to believe that all of this is happening for real.&lt;br /&gt;In real life, he is just a normal guy. But behind the computer, he is some kind of multi personality freak.&lt;br /&gt;I have invited him, and his 10 personalities to comment on my blog, but they all rejected the invitation. They all said I was wrong, they treated me like crazy. They even claimed that they were different people. Isn't absurd?&lt;br /&gt;There still something that amuses me about this guy: Every character is very very different. Everyone has her own facebook profile and her own classmates. They all live in different cities and have different jobs. I am starting to consider him an artist.&lt;br /&gt;Of course he could fool a lot of people but not me. It would be impossible to believe that his shitty blog has so many comments and mine not even one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-1465127876049738872?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/1465127876049738872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-guy-i-know.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/1465127876049738872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/1465127876049738872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-guy-i-know.html' title='this guy I know,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-939136399870167348</id><published>2009-01-27T16:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:26:18.796Z</updated><title type='text'>Honey I bought the speakers for the Iphone, cool?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhEYit17jpY/SX84w-TrW9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QGxjeElrBnA/s1600-h/unusualmp3-speaker-thumb-300x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhEYit17jpY/SX84w-TrW9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QGxjeElrBnA/s200/unusualmp3-speaker-thumb-300x450.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296014100821400530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*Picture taken from my favorite blog boingboing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-939136399870167348?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/939136399870167348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/honey-i-bought-something-for-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/939136399870167348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/939136399870167348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/honey-i-bought-something-for-living.html' title='Honey I bought the speakers for the Iphone, cool?'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhEYit17jpY/SX84w-TrW9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QGxjeElrBnA/s72-c/unusualmp3-speaker-thumb-300x450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-2755833162869644096</id><published>2009-01-27T16:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:36:00.414Z</updated><title type='text'>This guy keeps on earning money after death,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhEYit17jpY/SX8204WUVrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/f8x_rpUoAO0/s1600-h/952802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhEYit17jpY/SX8204WUVrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/f8x_rpUoAO0/s200/952802.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296011968918083250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, he has made 30 millions last year. I wonder if the fact that he died made him earn more money. A great thing that their family could do is to animate Ledger using his pictures, so he could still act after death. Because apparently, Ledger was ready to leave the world, but the world wasn't ready to let him go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-2755833162869644096?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/2755833162869644096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-guy-keeps-on-earning-money-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/2755833162869644096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/2755833162869644096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-guy-keeps-on-earning-money-after.html' title='This guy keeps on earning money after death,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhEYit17jpY/SX8204WUVrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/f8x_rpUoAO0/s72-c/952802.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-6506291360962158405</id><published>2009-01-26T18:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:26:28.462Z</updated><title type='text'>Broken Penis,</title><content type='html'>My wife told me last night, that the massive search in google for the words: "Broken penis" had been triggered by an episode of Grey's anatomy in which that horrible thing happens to someone.&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine the writers for the show trying to come up with unknown terrible diseases. They get on the web and search for that kind of stuff. They do focus groups with hypochondriacs to evaluate which of them are the most scariest ones. They pick some, and they build the story from there.&lt;br /&gt;And I guess a broken penis is a hit, just because it's the perfect representation of the wicked man. Target audience for Grey's anatomy? 25-30 something girls? it all makes sense, doesn't it? good job.&lt;br /&gt;However, the writers could start to create the diseases as well. I would write about:&lt;br /&gt;-The third nipple disease. Obviously, it's about a third nipple that appears on the chest if you have done too much masturbation with your left hand. Not difficult to get and very contagious.&lt;br /&gt;Good for Grey's anatomy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-6506291360962158405?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6506291360962158405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/broken-penis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/6506291360962158405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/6506291360962158405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/broken-penis.html' title='Broken Penis,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-7223114294076054293</id><published>2009-01-26T10:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:22:58.287Z</updated><title type='text'>I want to buy it now!</title><content type='html'>I am ashamed of this, but I really enjoy infomercials and I think most of the products are so good that they will make a great impact in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Here we go, the product of the momment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2xZp-GLMMJ0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2xZp-GLMMJ0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the warm version of the ku klux klan. And the good thing is, they don't want to kill us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-7223114294076054293?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7223114294076054293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-to-buy-it-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/7223114294076054293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/7223114294076054293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-to-buy-it-now.html' title='I want to buy it now!'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-9169625050727823135</id><published>2009-01-26T02:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T02:43:39.989Z</updated><title type='text'>That Brad movie,</title><content type='html'>I haven't seen it yet. "The curious case of benjamin button". I can't help but noticed that the main plot is: a guy that was born old and dies as a baby. Good stuff-I thought- Original. But then I remembered the old Mork and Mindy with Robin Williams. A total rip-off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-9169625050727823135?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/9169625050727823135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-brad-movie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/9169625050727823135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/9169625050727823135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-brad-movie.html' title='That Brad movie,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-754713145395398535</id><published>2009-01-26T02:19:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T02:50:50.359Z</updated><title type='text'>BarackBerry for sale?</title><content type='html'>Talking about the great Obama again. Apparently, he will have his own telephone. Meaning: a special blackberry-sort-of-telephone specially designed for him. Among the features of this new phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A red button to call the white house? which would be home.&lt;br /&gt;-Another button to start a war maybe? Or called them off?&lt;br /&gt;-An "answering machine" that doesn't take calls but calls you home in search of support?&lt;br /&gt;-Speed dial for Puff Daddy, Shakira and other celebrities?&lt;br /&gt;-A predictive software for the sms, one that takes what you are writing and make it a speech?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can it be any different from any other phone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-754713145395398535?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/754713145395398535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/barackberry-for-sale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/754713145395398535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/754713145395398535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/barackberry-for-sale.html' title='BarackBerry for sale?'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-3540719700077107397</id><published>2009-01-25T21:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T02:37:07.804Z</updated><title type='text'>How to recognize a stupid*</title><content type='html'>If the person says: "Crisis equals opportunity".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The phrase has been stolen from a comment in other blog. Hopefully the author connects to this blog afterwards and leaves such clever comments like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-3540719700077107397?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3540719700077107397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-to-recognize-stupid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/3540719700077107397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/3540719700077107397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-to-recognize-stupid.html' title='How to recognize a stupid*'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-3538394229826704105</id><published>2009-01-24T16:48:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:25:43.856Z</updated><title type='text'>Good conversation starter during crunchy times,</title><content type='html'>Who would play Obama in "Obama. The movie"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Denzel Washington.&lt;br /&gt;2. Jamie Fox.&lt;br /&gt;3. Will Smith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the person you are talking to starts to get excited and mention some names of african american dudes. You surprise him/her with the name "Danny De Vito".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the kind of joke that would make a finance employee laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-3538394229826704105?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3538394229826704105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-conversation-starter-during-crunch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/3538394229826704105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/3538394229826704105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-conversation-starter-during-crunch.html' title='Good conversation starter during crunchy times,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691833945971966739.post-6485548658162887776</id><published>2009-01-23T21:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:26:13.197Z</updated><title type='text'>First post,</title><content type='html'>I had this spare time in bathroom...There is no many things that one can do here. You could grab a magazine or play a little bit with your dick. Maybe a book, but not much more than that. Let's be honest, you can't expect much from this blog. But it won't be that bad either. Worst case scenario, it's shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691833945971966739-6485548658162887776?l=bathblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6485548658162887776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/6485548658162887776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691833945971966739/posts/default/6485548658162887776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-post.html' title='First post,'/><author><name>Sra que encontre en la web y le da un toque irónico al blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhEYit17jpY/R-0LRUmxw1I/AAAAAAAAACI/J89-hXGCEN0/S220/grandma88.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
