<?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-5151157</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:30:38.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancient Fiber Cereal of the Egyptian Gods</title><subtitle type='html'>Whatever's in my head when I'm bored</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egyptiancereal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egyptiancereal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Bagboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152025966478511167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/91168989_ca3f71efbc_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151157.post-90620907</id><published>2003-03-12T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T17:31:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Walking down the Moonlight MileRelieving boredom takes a lot of forms for me.  I read a lot, play games, mess around on this godless contraption, and rent a lot of movies.  One I had wanted to see in the theater but never got the chance was Moonlight Mile.  A primary reason I had for wanting to see it was the leading presence of Jake Gyllenhaal, on whom I have had a major non-sexual man-crush </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151157/posts/default/90620907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151157/posts/default/90620907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egyptiancereal.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90620907' title=''/><author><name>The Bagboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152025966478511167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/91168989_ca3f71efbc_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151157.post-90541512</id><published>2003-03-11T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T12:39:13.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ka, fate, or just some schmuck with a shovel?So I'm pretty sure that Krispy Kreme is out to get me for my post.  Remember the part where I made the analogy to the water company being out of water, and good luck showering, and so forth?  Well, this morning I got up and sure enough, no water.  None.  Had to brush my teeth at work.  It's scary to think their donut spies (and they have them, dear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151157/posts/default/90541512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151157/posts/default/90541512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egyptiancereal.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90541512' title=''/><author><name>The Bagboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152025966478511167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/91168989_ca3f71efbc_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151157.post-90507477</id><published>2003-03-10T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T23:18:22.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Krispy Kreme--Ghetto StyleFirst day, first post.  Bound to be dull, but who's really going to read this thing, right?  For starters, my name is Bill Chandler.  William Casey Chandler, Jr., actually, but that makes me come off sounding like either hoity-toity royalty or a redneck, depending on which part of the name you read.  So I simply go with Bill.  Kinda mundane, but what're you gonna do?  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151157/posts/default/90507477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151157/posts/default/90507477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egyptiancereal.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90507477' title=''/><author><name>The Bagboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152025966478511167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/91168989_ca3f71efbc_o.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
