<?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-5963389</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:37:10.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ditteaux1</title><subtitle type='html'>Is no longer functional</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963389.post-107072123777297792</id><published>2003-12-06T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T06:34:08.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DITTEAUX IS DEADReptilia now writes her useless comments about music, internet, tv and other crap here:THE PAPER PUSHERSo please change all your bookmarks and shit. Sorry for the inconvenience but read the previous posts and you will see it is not just me trying to annoy you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/107072123777297792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/107072123777297792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107072123777297792' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-107058171148141602</id><published>2003-12-04T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T15:48:41.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few more days, and this blog will be reborn.......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/107058171148141602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/107058171148141602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107058171148141602' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-107022902774422116</id><published>2003-11-30T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T18:18:06.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No more posts (for a while, at least). email me if you want.I will try to sort this out, but this week is way to crazy to deal with the wonderful world of hacking.Have a good week everybody.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/107022902774422116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/107022902774422116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107022902774422116' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-107019471537513504</id><published>2003-11-30T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T06:20:51.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No I have not gone mentalAllow me to explain my last post. Yesterday morning I was cheerfully surfing the net and posting in a certain music forum that shall remain nameless. About 15 minutes after posting I went, " I' m gonna check my blog to see how it' s doing" so I type in the url and get (brace yourself) a blank page with some picture of what I think are Afghan girls or something like that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/107019471537513504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/107019471537513504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107019471537513504' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-107012066472808164</id><published>2003-11-29T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T07:44:33.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHAT THE FUCK?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/107012066472808164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/107012066472808164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107012066472808164' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106996527911164514</id><published>2003-11-28T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T03:02:47.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let go to Intercourse, sexmoan and Climax, on our way to Shag Island. Yes, I reallize I've already posted about places with somewhat inappropriate names, but let me have my fun. Reading about Dildo openned a whole world of communities living in places with unfortunate (or fortunate depending on how you look at it) names:Bastard (Norway)Beaver Head (Idaho, USA)Brown Willy (Cornwall,UK)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106996527911164514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106996527911164514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106996527911164514' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-107001731626560312</id><published>2003-11-28T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T03:02:05.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, Hell week No.1 over, one to go. Seeing as I have a huge exam today, there was no better time than now to do some blogging. If all your kid wants for christmas is a Singing and dancin Osama Bin Laden or Saddam Hussein, then you're just gonna have to wrestle the Israeli customs officer. Westlife's Bryan wants to be Irish president... As depressing as it may sound, it has been known to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/107001731626560312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/107001731626560312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107001731626560312' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106989120478590614</id><published>2003-11-27T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T03:22:23.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My city's name is so boring!Are you tired of all those boring city names? Does it piss you off that that they are all called New (some place in england), or after some person or my case after some indigenous leader?Well, here's a nice little place you can visit:DILDO: "We are not perverts, but we do like to play with our selves"Special attention to the History of Dildo name section.(this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106989120478590614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106989120478590614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106989120478590614' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106993171802778547</id><published>2003-11-27T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T03:16:10.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know you want to...Women Needed to Test Orgasm Machine.Bush is an idiot, but hey what else is new?In relation to Thanksgiving....I once asked my dad why we didn't celebrate it and I got the "what the hell is that?" response.After loads of afterschool specials and very special episodes, I would have to say my favourite Thanksgiving cinematographical portrayal would have to be Wednesday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106993171802778547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106993171802778547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106993171802778547' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106989650026083574</id><published>2003-11-26T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T17:42:57.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just finished watching the O.C., have to say I am one satisfied fanatic, I feel like I need a cigarette or something. Leave it to the Cohen's to give me my weekly fix of cliched social differences, manly fist fights, sexual tension you could cut with a knife and the obligatory black tie event followed by a bikini drinking party.Today's event: The Cotillion. (I know, we are VERY behind so no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106989650026083574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106989650026083574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106989650026083574' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106989102314385963</id><published>2003-11-26T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T16:01:16.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the last thing I should be doing.....its funny, but every time I find a new blog, I always go to their very first post. It tends to be one of the most revealing ones in the blog. Some people talk about who they are, others get right down to bussiness, and others explain why they decided to start a blog in the first place. Some people start with the perfect sarcasm, others take some time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106989102314385963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106989102314385963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106989102314385963' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106981200894291065</id><published>2003-11-26T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T02:54:35.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Not another list!" post.The seven people I would least like to be at the moment:(click to see how screwed up their life is)1. Michael Jackson2. Phil Spector3. Kobe Bryant4. Meatloaf5. Britney Spears (this applies indefinately)6. Paris hilton7. This Psycho school caretakerOn other news: someone actually gave a crap that Jonathan Brandis did die.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106981200894291065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106981200894291065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106981200894291065' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106980813791985324</id><published>2003-11-25T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T16:57:30.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Warning: post in spanish (I'm sure you had not noticed)Finalmente leo algo realmente chistoso en el tiempo. Aca esta la lista de Cien frases tipicas de colombianos.No se por que pero uno nunca se cansa de burlarse de su propia indiosincracia.Yo le adicionaria:1. Estoy enchampañada- variacion de la #68. (Tengo una miada que me sabe la boca a champaña)2. A lo hecho, pecho.3. Se les dice que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106980813791985324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106980813791985324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106980813791985324' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106980486347556859</id><published>2003-11-25T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T16:01:12.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh no, this article is not insulting at all. In fact, reading it I am almost certain it was written by a woman. Well, that or a bitter little man who can't get laid or feels he has a freakishly small package.Top 10: Signs She's A Bitch</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106980486347556859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106980486347556859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106980486347556859' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106972922748233544</id><published>2003-11-25T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T15:46:22.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hypothetical useless question:If you were walking past a phone booth, and the phone rang, would you pick it up?Never happened to me off course, but it seems like such a turning point in movies it sounds quite exciting. I dont know what I would do, I'd probably freak out and walk faster looking for one of those candid cameras.The way I see it, one of five things could happen, (well yes, a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106972922748233544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106972922748233544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106972922748233544' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106972856433185205</id><published>2003-11-24T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T18:50:10.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A post about mutated ants.Here's a fun filled fact: My microwave oven is infested with ants. ANTS! on an eigth floor, in the middle of a somewhat cold, eight million people city. ANTS!But thats not the worst part. I open the oven, ANTS, I put the food in and heat it up, and open the oven again and ANTS. One thing disturbs me greatly, the other baffles me. I am very disturbed by the fact that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106972856433185205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106972856433185205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106972856433185205' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106960477250366099</id><published>2003-11-24T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T01:42:58.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anyone else hear anything about Jack White's sex change operation? I have the proof right here.Before: (yes I did have a crush on him.) After:  WTF??? The White sisters.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106960477250366099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106960477250366099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106960477250366099' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106963977604991491</id><published>2003-11-23T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T18:12:19.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mommy, I think I have the flu....WHAT ARE FLU SYMPTOMS?Headache (a big CHECK)Chills (CHECK)Dry cough (NOT YET)Body aches (AAAAAHHH...I'M MOVING LIKE A 90 YEAR OLD)Fever (I THINK SO)Stuffy nose (STARTING)Sore throat (IF SORE REFERS TO SEVERE PAIN, CHECK)Tiredness (can be extreme) (A BIG, FAT, CHECK)I guess the monsoon thats been happening the last few days was bound to catch up with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106963977604991491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106963977604991491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106963977604991491' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106960293891183830</id><published>2003-11-23T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T07:55:46.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No this is not trick photography:One more argument for why weightlifting is one of the stupidest sports.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106960293891183830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106960293891183830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106960293891183830' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106959156852763673</id><published>2003-11-23T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T08:30:43.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I aim to please....Piet Admiraal has suggested LOCOMIA as our featured embarasing musical artist for today.If you are saying that you never listened to Locomía you are either lying your ass off, or you blocked it out. (non-latins do not apply)Formed in 1984, Locomia appeared with a real aesthetic statement.  one would never get away with that today, but it was the 80s, so they actually fit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106959156852763673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106959156852763673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106959156852763673' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106953874905204536</id><published>2003-11-22T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T14:25:04.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Confession time: You are not born with good taste in music. Face it, when you were twelve, ace of base=gods. Looking back, you find stuff in your CD collection that you wound not be caught dead with today.Naturally, my first experience with music was through my mother...Luis miguel, Maria Marta Serralima, Nino Bravo...No harm there, I was 8 and thought Santa was real....Then like it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106953874905204536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106953874905204536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106953874905204536' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106950262879701637</id><published>2003-11-22T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T04:05:23.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Buraglia's Birthday party:Christmas plates and forks: $30000Amazing chocolate cake: $40000Shot sized plastic cups: $100001 gallon of aguardiente: $50000Carpet shampoo for the rum and coke that was spilt: $20000 (sorry!)Seeing a drunken barefoot Buraglia with a broken shirt (Juliana: "He looks like he just got raped"): PRICELESS</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106950262879701637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106950262879701637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106950262879701637' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106945825257863680</id><published>2003-11-21T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T15:46:20.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106945825257863680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106945825257863680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106945825257863680' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106941155966786331</id><published>2003-11-21T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T02:59:05.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Michael Jackson has turned himself in.Please notice the Sex: M and Race: B.....could have fooled me... I can't help think of poor old MacCauley at times like these.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106941155966786331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106941155966786331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106941155966786331' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106938091493822024</id><published>2003-11-20T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T18:17:24.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I went to bed last night and fucking woke up in Seattle today. Hows about that tropical Bogota weather huh? I'm just about running out of that fab Hawaiian tropic.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106938091493822024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106938091493822024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106938091493822024' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106937240129672109</id><published>2003-11-20T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T18:07:53.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>courtesy of Disinfortainment today., via low culture, off course.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106937240129672109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106937240129672109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106937240129672109' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106937213825316483</id><published>2003-11-20T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T15:49:04.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YET ANOTHER LIST: people's sexiest men. you know who they are...same old, same old.. (wait, wtf is Ashton Kutcher doing there?)Johnny Depp named sexiest man alive. As you can tell, I don't really give a rats ass, but I'm bored.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106937213825316483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106937213825316483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106937213825316483' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106937181816371548</id><published>2003-11-20T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T15:43:44.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know the year is coming to an end when every publication feels the need to make up all sorts of lists. In the past few days there have been the greatest records, the hottest rockstars, the best albums of the year, etc. Rolling Stone has gonne a little overboard and made the 500 greatest albums of all time. My respects if you read them all..short summary:naturaly, the beatles all over the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106937181816371548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106937181816371548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106937181816371548' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106929638847776727</id><published>2003-11-19T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T18:48:38.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Elle has made a list of the 50 hottest Rock stars. Not that you care or that I care, but here are the people who I give a shit about, who made the list. 50.) Fab moretti (the strokes)49.) Jared Followill (Kings of Leon)48.) Jack White (The White Stripes)24.) Pelle Almqvist (The Hives)23.) Beck22.) Nick Valensi (The Strokes)17.) Nick Zinner (Yeah Yeah Yeahs)9.) Julian Casablancas (The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106929638847776727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106929638847776727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106929638847776727' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106929595231686438</id><published>2003-11-19T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T18:39:18.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE YEAR: Monica Lewinsky says her White House liaison is a liability on the dating scene.  I thought that whole blowjob incident would do wonders with those hopefull gentlemen looking to start a family.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106929595231686438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106929595231686438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106929595231686438' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106929575193432666</id><published>2003-11-19T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T18:36:43.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. U2 - One 2. Aretha Franklin - I Say a Little Prayer 3. Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit 4. The Beatles - A Day in the Life 5. Elvis Presley - In the Ghetto 6. Eminem - My Name Is 7. Radiohead - Creep 8. Destiny's Child - Independent Women 9. Oasis - Live Forever 10. Ike and Tina Turner - River Deep Mountain Does this look like a list of the greatest records of all  time ??? It is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106929575193432666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106929575193432666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106929575193432666' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106929472537698330</id><published>2003-11-19T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T18:19:11.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Because I'm bad, I'm bad, you know it.....The police have issued a warrant for Michael Jackson to turn himself in for the allegations that he raped a 12 year old boy. One more star fallen from grace. I guess the fact that he lost his mind a long time ago, was bound to catch up with him and bite him in the ass....Still a sad story though.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106929472537698330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106929472537698330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106929472537698330' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106929386381424476</id><published>2003-11-19T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T18:09:34.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHAT THE FUCK?In a very Twilight zoneish blogging experience I have read the rumour that (brace yourself) Jonathan Brandis is dead.2 questions probably have come to your mind:1.Who the hell is that?2.Why hadn't I heard about this?1. If you don't know who this is, you were not a teenager in the ninetees, which means you are OLD. (or you were pretty much living under a rock for the 1990's, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106929386381424476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106929386381424476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106929386381424476' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106925932841669400</id><published>2003-11-19T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T08:28:55.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I cut school today for the nth time. I feel no remorse whatsoever.The man (aka wacko jacko) who has never had surgery claims that he just "tucks them in (the kids not his face) " and that it is really sweet.....What do you think?Liza Minelli is suing her ex-husband for theft. Now THIS, I believe.White boy Eminem is a racist. That makes total sense. He is so outspoken about wanting to shed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106925932841669400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106925932841669400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106925932841669400' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106915296571447848</id><published>2003-11-18T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T02:56:12.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry, no time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106915296571447848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106915296571447848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106915296571447848' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106911783115752384</id><published>2003-11-17T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T17:19:05.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The culprit of this whole blogrolling catastrophy has been found (via: cup of chica) and her name is: Shawn Allison. Contrary to what you may think, she is not some anarchic hacker or some teenager in her parent's basement. She is some girl who screwed up and feels horrible about it. ...And they lived happily ever after.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106911783115752384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106911783115752384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106911783115752384' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106911745274094131</id><published>2003-11-17T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T17:04:19.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a beauty! turns out the whole porn actress bug is genetic so Paris is off the hook. Her mother Kathy, has quite an impressive array of not suitable for work little gems. (vía: This is not a pipe)Kathy Hilton filmography: (I kid you not, its from the IMDB)Tender Loving Care (1974) Cocktail Hostesses, The (1973) Heads or Tails (1973)... aka Sex-DämonenTeaser, The (1973) Dr. Carstair's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106911745274094131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106911745274094131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106911745274094131' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106910234687153668</id><published>2003-11-17T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T12:59:06.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well the whole links fiasco is coming to an end. Blogroll says sorry:I have upped the frequency of the backup runs as well as moving them to offsite machines so there won't be as much loss in the event of a catostrophic failure. I'm also beefing up security across the board. While this is happening a group of key services are off-line for the next several hours while I do an audit and upgrade </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106910234687153668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106910234687153668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106910234687153668' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106907974627132211</id><published>2003-11-17T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T06:35:52.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My compliments to the hacker who did this. Good one but FUCK YOU.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106907974627132211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106907974627132211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106907974627132211' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106907962196336749</id><published>2003-11-17T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T06:33:48.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow I just realized it happened to everyone!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106907962196336749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106907962196336749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106907962196336749' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106907933943961776</id><published>2003-11-17T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T06:29:05.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what the fuck is going on with the links?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106907933943961776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106907933943961776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106907933943961776' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106907197165843998</id><published>2003-11-17T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T07:03:26.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One day closer to death....I'm am back in gossip goodness mode.The original girl from flashdance is suing (spelling?) J.Lo because of the "I'm glad" video. She says its because she doesn't want more people making money off her, but I think its its embarissing to be associated in any way with a song that says "I'm glad when I'm making love to you". (oh, ever the poet)Christina has accused </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106907197165843998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106907197165843998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106907197165843998' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106903636666345372</id><published>2003-11-16T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T18:32:52.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Procrastination is like masturbation. in the end, you're only fucking yourself. -Itarisk</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106903636666345372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106903636666345372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106903636666345372' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106903211184630420</id><published>2003-11-16T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T17:21:57.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just spent the entire fucking day in front of the computer. I also calculated that I spend about four hours a day looking at other people's blogs. No wonder I'm failing all my classes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106903211184630420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106903211184630420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106903211184630420' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106899778600719063</id><published>2003-11-16T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T07:59:14.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I am numb. 2 granades in the bussiest night spot in Bogotá. No doubt I will go to school on tuesday and know someone who was there or who knew someone who was there. I have been there billions of times. I was going to go there last night, but fate in the shape of Juli having too much to study prevented us from doing so. 1 dead and 71 injured, so far.It is one of the worst feelings in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106899778600719063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106899778600719063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106899778600719063' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106891415780522142</id><published>2003-11-15T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T11:05:32.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found nemo. (actually, it was funnyjunk.com)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106891415780522142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106891415780522142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106891415780522142' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106890578585864749</id><published>2003-11-15T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T06:17:45.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's in a name?Think of the name Mary Jane. What do you get? I get a very attractive and innocent looking small town girl, looking to be shown around the big city. Of all the names in the world, Mary Jane seems to be extremly popular among song writers, and film makers. Mary jane seems the kind of innocent girl who blows men away because she has her wild side. Is this the picture you are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106890578585864749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106890578585864749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106890578585864749' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106885134704915412</id><published>2003-11-14T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T15:10:24.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I apologize to my three (maybe four) faithfull readers for the neglect. I am going to listen to the Philarmonic again tonight. Yes, I am hooked. Plus tonights concert looks really good, I'll give my review later.The Strokes' second single will be Reptilia. This pleases me.When will this Bennifer saga ever end? I think people secretly enjoy seeing these two screw up over and over.Juliette </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106885134704915412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106885134704915412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106885134704915412' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106877453542415066</id><published>2003-11-13T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T17:49:00.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NO post today, sorry. (well no post with substance)Pharmacology will not enter my brain through osmosis, unfortunately.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106877453542415066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106877453542415066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106877453542415066' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106868772387711349</id><published>2003-11-12T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T17:46:38.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The little virus that could. (aka. geek rant)ahh viruses, you know they exist, you know there are a lot of them, you don't know what the fuck they are called (generally refer to them as "the bug"), but you do know you want to stay the hell away from them.some you fear, others you really just despise. Still, how many do you really know? They cause everything from a cold, to diahrrea, to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106868772387711349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106868772387711349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106868772387711349' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106863488393489339</id><published>2003-11-12T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T03:02:21.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesdays have taken a whole new meaning for me, the have become the day when I watch "the o.c." the most clichéd series ever, that makes "young americans" seem like a real portrayal of teenagers. Yet, I am hooked, I confess.Dumbass story of the day, brought to you by Mayis: (this actually happened)A girl gets on a bus, scary man sits next to girl. Girl dozes off and when she wakes up, cannot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106863488393489339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106863488393489339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106863488393489339' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106854769398518508</id><published>2003-11-11T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T02:48:18.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good morning people.Turns out suffering females are in, and pesky morals such as respect are out. The girl who was kidnapped and the prisoner of war have been reduced to tv movies fighting for ratings. They can't complain though, your fiftieth interview denies you that right. (did they read the fine print, huh?) And on related news, hustler says his has nuddie pics of Jessica lynch.  Do you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106854769398518508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106854769398518508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106854769398518508' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106851476142074476</id><published>2003-11-10T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T17:39:25.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate to brag but, I could not contain my emotion when I read that my BOW had won the: "Premio Pablo Ardila Sierra a las secciones".Awarded by the pretigious Piet Admiraal.I promised myself I wouldn't cry..... This would not have been possible without those pearls of wisdom from our featured gals (and Bush).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106851476142074476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106851476142074476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106851476142074476' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106851262421812525</id><published>2003-11-10T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T17:03:49.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In entertainment:Ben Affleck thinks his friendship with Matt Damon was exploited. Ben.... ben... who is that, is that Mr. J. Lo?One piece off news I cannot help smiling about: Jack White and Renee Zellweger are over. From the article is sounds like Jack gave her the "its not me, its you" approach. Way to go Jack, this couple made Nicole and Lenny look like a match made in heaven. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106851262421812525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106851262421812525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106851262421812525' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106851225401334572</id><published>2003-11-10T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T16:57:38.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry for the lack of updates, VERY busy day. Well at least it beats having a MacJob. (might as well use it before MacDonalds bans it)Just another day in this crazy world:My grandmother's petition finally came through in Moscow. No more of that obscene public kissing.  Good to see their priorities are straightened up.Speaking of priorities.... Singapore is all for paying money for sex, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106851225401334572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106851225401334572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106851225401334572' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106843142040896652</id><published>2003-11-09T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T18:30:24.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, I just have to clear up this whole Bimbo of the week bussiness. Yes, I have noticed Bush is a man. Yes, I know bimbos are usually girls who say really dumb things. But you have to admit that Bush can sound like a real bimbo at times. (This is the only exception to the Bimbos are girls rule that I am willing to make)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106843142040896652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106843142040896652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106843142040896652' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106840123886478351</id><published>2003-11-09T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T10:07:23.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last post, I promise:Mr. Rob Thomas and myself would like to wish Ana a very Happy Birthday.  Imaginary Strip-tease included.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106840123886478351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106840123886478351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106840123886478351' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106839119859587747</id><published>2003-11-09T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T08:16:38.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no, I'm not a maniac-depressive, but this did wonders for my mood:See the rest here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106839119859587747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106839119859587747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106839119859587747' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106839024904427619</id><published>2003-11-09T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T07:04:13.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know why, but I always get depressed on Sunday morning. Am I the only one?I hate thinking about what the hell I'm going to do with my life.The Unknown Citizen(To JS/07/M/378/ This Marble MonumentIs Erected by the State)He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to beOne against whom there was no official complaint,And all the reports on his conduct agreeThat, in the modern sense </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106839024904427619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106839024904427619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106839024904427619' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106835456339903490</id><published>2003-11-08T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T21:13:18.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its midnight, I'm exhausted but I just couldn't live with myself if I didn't update this bastard EVERYDAY.Blogging activity usually declines severely over the weekend (except flawless, off course and myself). Since very few people will probably read this, I'm just gonna talk about my day. It was a good day.I went to see our city's philharmonic orchestra today. 2 hours of pure catharsis. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106835456339903490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106835456339903490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106835456339903490' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106824740510558251</id><published>2003-11-07T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T15:35:25.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know its an image thing, but it just seems wrong to spend 10,000 pounds on something that makes you look like the psycho in silence of the lambs meets glam rock:The Sun, bottom of the page. (sorry, the damn picture has copyright).I for one had the secret hope that Avril Lavigne became sick of fame at 19 and would seclude herself in the Tibet for AT LEAST the next seven years before she came </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106824740510558251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106824740510558251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106824740510558251' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106824672129119011</id><published>2003-11-07T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T15:15:06.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where to begin? you are a teenager, a transexual, you dress like a hooker, then pose as an undercover cop and steel solicitor's money and credit cards. Not enough therapy in the world, my friend. Apparently there has been some kind of consensus that posing as cops is the way for your scam to work. Demand to see some I.D. next time your neighbourhood cop tries to blackmail you for sexual favours!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106824672129119011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106824672129119011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106824672129119011' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106824629600664302</id><published>2003-11-07T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T15:05:00.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's useless scientific fact of the day: Women are crazy shoppers.Clearly, no sensible thought is possible when a sale starts, a basic instinct present since the beginning of mankind. It makes sense, it has to go with the primal pushing and shoving that goes on at these sales.(Does this mean Michael Jackson is a woman? or does every man feel the need to spend half a mill on vases??)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106824629600664302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106824629600664302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106824629600664302' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106824546301590720</id><published>2003-11-07T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T14:51:07.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A look at David Gilmore is proof of what a bitch mother nature can be. Pink Floyd wasn't THAT long ago, was it?  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106824546301590720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106824546301590720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106824546301590720' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106820127107474561</id><published>2003-11-07T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T02:34:34.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Hilton's call their daughter "sweet natured". HAHAHAHA. Find out the latest in Paris's porn tape shocker!(no, I didn't steal the headline from the national enquierer)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106820127107474561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106820127107474561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106820127107474561' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106820079548185357</id><published>2003-11-07T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T02:26:39.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just in case you were wondering, YES, David Blaine DID suffer severe brain damage from his days of useless starving. His next trick: Jumping out of a helicopter. Oh thee excitement. To think I respected the guy when he did that Leonardo DiCaprio interview years ago. Do you remember that? oh the good old days.Recomendation of the day: Listen to Death Cab for Cutie. Yes I know, the name is the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106820079548185357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106820079548185357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106820079548185357' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106820040086338275</id><published>2003-11-07T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T02:20:04.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, at least the Mtv Europe awards were not a complete waste of time, The White Stripes played AND won for best Rock. There was a catfight between Christina and Kelly Osbourne, and some protesters went for the full monty. Not bad. I found this kind of shmoozing somewhat disturbing. (Timberlake and The White Stripes.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106820040086338275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106820040086338275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106820040086338275' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106816249332588470</id><published>2003-11-06T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T15:48:16.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you think Jessica Simpson gets that people are wallowing in her cluelessness? Does she understand the sarcasm that is employed whenever her name is mentioned? Does she think people watch her show just because she and Nick make a cute couple? Will these retoricals ever end?She has been named Housewife of the year by Rolling Stone. Yes, Jessica, because of all the housework you do.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106816249332588470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106816249332588470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106816249332588470' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106816223096690602</id><published>2003-11-06T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T15:43:54.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I was really dying to dismiss "hot hot heat" as a real piece of crap band just because of the ridiculous amount of hype they've been getting. I regret to say that I can't.This band of goodie toosho-angry looking Canadians (what? yes) actually don't suck. In fact, I will go as far as to say that they are actually very good. I've been listening to the four songs in their site (yes, I am poor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106816223096690602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106816223096690602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106816223096690602' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106816019500989467</id><published>2003-11-06T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T15:23:58.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Mtv Europe awards happended tonight, I have no idea who won, and don't really care much, but whats with the "cheapest looking hooker" contest? They are all so skanky, I can't really decide. No wait, I can. Porn cowgirl will always win. Christina. Pink Beyonce</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106816019500989467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106816019500989467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106816019500989467' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106815957504954928</id><published>2003-11-06T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T14:59:38.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks to the beauty of video upload, I am watching the strokes' performance of "Reptilia" (obviously one of my favourites) for those of us who are  "Conan" deprived.Amazing, but what is Julian trying to say wearing THE SAME FRIGGIN shirt for EVERY performance in the last two months??!! It was hot up until 5 concerts ago!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106815957504954928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106815957504954928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106815957504954928' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106806903337376342</id><published>2003-11-05T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T13:50:36.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been noticing a trend that is becoming more popular than musical collaborations between rappers. Its nothing new but I just started taking note of it.What do I speak of, you say? well, using famous bands to launch your career. Its been done for a million years, I know, but just today I found two examples that are going a bit far with this.Exhibit A:Black rebel motorcycle club. Nice band,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106806903337376342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106806903337376342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106806903337376342' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106806806517086432</id><published>2003-11-05T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T13:34:46.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is the new poster for "The return of the king" only 41 days to go!!!! (I think that was the geekiest thing I've said in the  18 days of this blog! damn, now I can't stop!)Also, New Zealand is very cool and going a little overboard with the lord of the rings. They have actually made LOTR coins. Will they accept galleons and sickles next? wait, wrong wizard movie.Let me get this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106806806517086432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106806806517086432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106806806517086432' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106804923000143584</id><published>2003-11-05T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T08:20:33.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am bored, I don't feel like posting anything about Britney, Christina or Jessica. I've been listening to the rapture to see what all the fuss was about, but my first impresion is that they sound like disco music gone horribly wrong. If I wanted a guy to do a falsetto scream in my ear, I'd much rather go for the darkness. House of jealous lovers is fun to listen to, but I think this is as far </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106804923000143584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106804923000143584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106804923000143584' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106798731808581024</id><published>2003-11-04T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T19:25:00.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The internet was down this morning as well. so what else is new? plus I think my computer is starting to take in its last few breaths. Hold On, little one! stay away from the "error" window!So yeah, Pink Floyd's The wall is probably one oof the best albums ever made. Its also is one hell of a film, but come on? do you really want the "ass-judge" to be your dinning table's center piece? if you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106798731808581024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106798731808581024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106798731808581024' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106788653120224745</id><published>2003-11-03T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T11:08:54.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just saw the new Fred Durst/Halle Berry video. First of all, what a bad video; second of all, what a bad song. I think he really wanted to make it an intelectual video, but it actually looks like a bad excuse to kiss (a very unattractive looking) Berry for like 50% of the song. I found this really funny post on the sneeze.Two things become clear to me:1. This man has WAY to much time on his</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106788653120224745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106788653120224745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106788653120224745' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106786752891115366</id><published>2003-11-03T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T05:52:11.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So now every one has a band of kids that they teach classic Rock and Roll to. I don't really care, if some 10 year old says Zappa is better than Aguilera, you have done good work. Now, if only that would be enough of a reward for you, this would be a perfect world. Whats next? a lawsuit because some movie resembles your life? If that were true, I would have sued those Daria people a long time ago</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106786752891115366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106786752891115366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106786752891115366' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106786629611603583</id><published>2003-11-03T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T05:31:38.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rosie O'Donnel is an uberbitch. If you did not know that, you have been living in a hole for the last six months. So laying of the sex and booze really did it for P. Diddy. He actually finished the marathon, his face of pain really brought tears to my face. Hollywood is such a beauty, he went from rap/designer to slave driver to city hero in one week. Way to go, will you run for govenor now?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106786629611603583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106786629611603583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106786629611603583' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106786539894033660</id><published>2003-11-03T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T05:16:41.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is a crappy monday without the crappy part, as I plan to remain within a 2 meter radius of the computer and Tv, and at least 3 meters away from the shower for the next 24 hours. Thinking of Oscar season, the judges should really take a look at the top movies this week:1. Scary movie 3: I would give this one the "better than the second one but still a piece of shit" award. The trilogy (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106786539894033660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106786539894033660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106786539894033660' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106778728247553859</id><published>2003-11-02T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T07:34:44.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know your country's music taste if fucked up when you ask for the Strokes new cd, and you are given a cd by Luis Cobos.WTF?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106778728247553859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106778728247553859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106778728247553859' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106778264343342950</id><published>2003-11-02T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T06:17:25.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had about three hours sleep last night.  I don't know if I am awake yet.Here's one more reason why I hate going in the ocean. 13 year old surfer girl gets arm bitten off by shark.  The girl actually yelled out "a shark bit me!" Thanks for the info, I had not noticed half your arm was missing. Whats even more suprising is that they are taking this with surprising calm."Hawaii averages three </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106778264343342950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106778264343342950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106778264343342950' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106772629700584400</id><published>2003-11-01T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T14:38:19.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My review of Nick Sylvester's review of Jet's album:"Hey Nick, nice to meet you, I'm Mariana I read the stuff you write""hi, what did you think of my review?""What in God's name were you thinking?""here's the deal, it was obvious I hated the record, but I didn't actually want to say it. seeing as how reviews can be so boring and they all sound the same, I thought it would be fascinating </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106772629700584400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106772629700584400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106772629700584400' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106772296462655706</id><published>2003-11-01T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T13:42:46.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chiva + aguardiente ("burning water") = HANGOVER(for the non-latins, a chiva is a broken down bus with no windows, painted in all sort of colors and with music and lights on the inside, a moving disco, if you will.)Chivas suck which ever way you look at them, if you are the person freezing your ass on it and listening to crappy music, and it really sucks if you are the sad little car driving by</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106772296462655706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106772296462655706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106772296462655706' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106761173314371390</id><published>2003-10-31T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T06:50:56.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good morning everybody. Happy halloween. I just spent 45 minutes on a broken down bus listening to the gypsy kings, so so much for my good mood. I did however get to catch the "cultural minute" which talked about how hollow's eve was a kind of celtic tradition to keep bad spirits away by making huge bonfires. (I can't corroborate this, I was really starting to doze off). Still, its funny how a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106761173314371390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106761173314371390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106761173314371390' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106756461410132482</id><published>2003-10-30T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T17:46:10.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger was on maintenance this morning, making me once again, a slave to the machine, and preventing me from posting my usual news.I'm kind of busy making my Halloween costume, which is actually taking a long time, but will undoubtedly look like it was made in five minutes. Halloween is such a lovely holiday at my house. This year my parents are actually going to make a "we are not in" sign </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106756461410132482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106756461410132482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106756461410132482' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106747214050513776</id><published>2003-10-29T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T16:04:05.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry for the lack of updates today, but my friggin internet just didn't feel like working this morning.When I actully did log on, Slim pickins' is what I got. (I really wanted to use that in an actual sentence)In entertainment, Its a boy! Reese Whitherspoon and Ryan Phillipe have themselves a new baby boy. This couple looks so deliriously happy it makes me wanna puke. And its funny how (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106747214050513776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106747214050513776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106747214050513776' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106738430940781980</id><published>2003-10-28T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T15:38:30.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I am back, to my-life-does-not-revolve-around-the-Strokes mode.Last night I actually wrote an e-mail to The stills telling them they kicked ass. Now, would you believe it? I actually got a crappy response back:"I am delighted to hear that. Thanks for writing in.cheersoliver"  (this being Oliver Crowe (bass))Its is almost insultingly impersonal, but it so made my day!!! =)Now, for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106738430940781980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106738430940781980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106738430940781980' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106733830698714850</id><published>2003-10-28T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T02:51:48.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't worry, I wont be Strokes obssessed for the rest of the day, I'll be back to post more universal stuff, later.For now, you are stuck with the strokes. Its not a bad thing to be stuck with, now is it?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106733830698714850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106733830698714850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106733830698714850' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106733754902617603</id><published>2003-10-28T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T02:40:25.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seeing as how today is the official release of "Room On Fire", I, the mayor of this Blog, proclaim this day to be:STROKES DAY!!HAPPY STROKES DAY EVERYBODY!!!!!!!!Its useless, pointless and completely symbolic (as the album will not yet reach my corner of the world), but hell, Its my party and I'll cry if I want to. Which Stroke are you QUIZ. I am Julian Casablancas!!!! "You are the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106733754902617603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106733754902617603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106733754902617603' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106731380714894469</id><published>2003-10-27T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T20:05:15.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rant:Its late, I'm about the most tired I've been in recent memory. I had a shitty day. I have spent about 3 hours in front of this damn screen writing boring medical stuff. I take a break, go "Blogging".  Take a look at The BlueprintSome guy Peabs writes about The Stills. (it was meant for Jess, but I got in on the action)So I check it out (listen to the entire album on their site)By the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106731380714894469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106731380714894469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106731380714894469' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106721246113283167</id><published>2003-10-26T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T15:54:22.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mother, should I run for president?Mother, should I trust the government?Mother, will they put me in the firing line?Is it just a waste of time?(Waters)We have a total jackass for mayor. If you thought it was bad before, just wait. I just had to get that out of my system, I'm really bummed out about this. OK, I'll be back to my trivial self tomorrow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106721246113283167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106721246113283167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106721246113283167' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106719345935151007</id><published>2003-10-26T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T10:38:11.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I did my patriotic duty and voted for the referendum and for the new mayor of my chaotic city. Looks like none of them will come through. So this is what it feels like to vote for the loosers. Hooray for democracy.Get you homies together, whiteboy! The indispensable Rap Dictionary is just the tool you need to fit right in the 'hood.Guaranteed to get your ass kicked, but at least by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106719345935151007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106719345935151007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106719345935151007' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106711056198273999</id><published>2003-10-25T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T12:39:17.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have seen a lot of bloggers (is this an uncool term?) who have a no writing on the weekend policy. Not me. I have nothing better to do on my weekends.How to start a "successful" band:1. Get a catchy name. The pasta.2. Take out the dusty old converse tennis shoes from the back of your closet. (if you don't have a pair, buy one and wear them even in your sleep).Go to the salvation army/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106711056198273999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106711056198273999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106711056198273999' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106699271705978685</id><published>2003-10-24T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T03:53:18.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good morning, sunshine!Yesterday I ran across a few good Murphy's Laws (courtesy of Ana's beautiful Murphy Appointment book)Parson's rule about passports: Nobody is a ulgy as their passport photo. Kuashio's Law: If you are watching Tv by yourself, a sex scene will come one as soon as someone comes in. Butler's Law: He who has the last laugh, it the slowest thinker.Every one hates Mel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106699271705978685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106699271705978685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106699271705978685' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106696271238354441</id><published>2003-10-23T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T19:34:32.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm reading Truman Capote's answered prayers and I can't seem to be able to put it down. So about a billion people must be wanting to get in on that britney/madonna borderline porn, because I still have not been able to see the damn thing.Saw survivor tonight. I swear I actually changed the channel with the whole endurance thing, or maybe it was the state of Christa's face. yikes!Still, fave</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106696271238354441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106696271238354441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106696271238354441' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106694376703661962</id><published>2003-10-23T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T12:49:06.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAHAHA only the white stripes could pull this off. (and it is still rather disturbing) note: Jack white has no chest hair. Edit: I'm sorry but I had to take these off because they were really screwing with my layout. I have not the skill nor energy to take on HTML at this time. I you want to see them go here:Great WS site.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106694376703661962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106694376703661962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106694376703661962' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106693575205399818</id><published>2003-10-23T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T12:04:51.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joining the whole separated at birth thing.....This one's just too easy:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106693575205399818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106693575205399818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106693575205399818' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106690674082355342</id><published>2003-10-23T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T03:59:01.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today in the "Useless" news section:See the new Britney video here. I have not seen it yet because it made my computer go beserk, but that's the way my computer likes to do things. I will try to see it this afternoon and tell you how it rated on the nauseating scale. By the way, is anyone else freaked out by this whole Britney and Madonna being soul mates thing?As much as I think Rolling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106690674082355342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106690674082355342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106690674082355342' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106687733250833232</id><published>2003-10-22T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T19:51:12.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My humble review of the latest band to be refered to as "the saviors of Rock and Roll".  A phrase that we've heard coming from rock critics about as much as we've heard Bush say "hey, lets bomb them".I am talking about the much anticipated sophomore release from The Shins: Chutes too Narrow. I had heard you could listen to the entire album, but for some reason the crappy link did not work for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106687733250833232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106687733250833232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106687733250833232' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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-5963389.post-106681973985942966</id><published>2003-10-22T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T03:50:38.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a hell of a busy day today, so I wont be able to be my intense blogging self today. I wont leave you high and dry though:Scientist discover huge ass in the bottom of the ocean responsible for sinking ships. No word on whether or not an arrest has been made. The poor guy got mauled by a tiger, had like half of his skull removed but he deserved it because he bribed those animal rights </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106681973985942966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963389/posts/default/106681973985942966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladylazarus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106681973985942966' title=''/><author><name>Reptilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396425315715630545</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>
