<?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-876707665579666655</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:33:15.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>belligerent fairytales (in the city of angels)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belligerentfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876707665579666655/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belligerentfairytales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>belligerentfairytales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12360622624106633785</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876707665579666655.post-1934088569959570753</id><published>2008-10-02T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:01:25.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Quotes of the Day</title><content type='html'>Uttered by my friends, who I just happen to work with.  Thank God we're freelance and don't have to undergo any type of Sexual Harrassment seminars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope you don't mind I had to take a couple of sucks on yours because it was just getting too wet and oozing (insert retarded chuckle here, by both of us)"--referring to the iced blended coffee drink he picked up for me on the way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There I was, fiddling with my gun shooting pellets" --in reference to the weird dream he had the night before, referring to a paint gun, but my 12 year old brain took it a different way completely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876707665579666655-1934088569959570753?l=belligerentfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belligerentfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1934088569959570753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876707665579666655&amp;postID=1934088569959570753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876707665579666655/posts/default/1934088569959570753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876707665579666655/posts/default/1934088569959570753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belligerentfairytales.blogspot.com/2008/10/favorite-quotes-of-day.html' title='Favorite Quotes of the Day'/><author><name>belligerentfairytales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12360622624106633785</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876707665579666655.post-4409406937877639007</id><published>2008-09-19T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:22:45.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I *heart* WDSCA</title><content type='html'>What I eat/drink to survive my hectic life on a daily basis (in no particular order): &lt;em&gt;Wheat, Dairy, Sugar, Coffee, Alcohol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the new detox I'm going to do requires that I NOT eat/drink at ALL for two weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wheat, Dairy, Sugar, Coffee, Alcohol. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;Am.&lt;br /&gt;Screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876707665579666655-4409406937877639007?l=belligerentfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belligerentfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4409406937877639007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876707665579666655&amp;postID=4409406937877639007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876707665579666655/posts/default/4409406937877639007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876707665579666655/posts/default/4409406937877639007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belligerentfairytales.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-i-eatdrink-to-survive-my-hectic.html' title='I *heart* WDSCA'/><author><name>belligerentfairytales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12360622624106633785</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876707665579666655.post-1204082338189721659</id><published>2008-09-18T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:37:30.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee, Cheese, and Web Design</title><content type='html'>Because Emily and I are classy business type folk, we met with our amazing web designer/branding consultant at one of those Starbucks/Barnes &amp;amp; Noble combo's last night.  In a rare show of extreme punctuality (it's ok, I made up for it this morning by driving in circles and getting to work 1.5 hours after I left my house, which is normally about 40 mins away with bad traffic), I showed up to the meeting early, and decided to treat myself with a yummy fruity white tea and a cheese and fruit plate.  Here's what happened right after, while I was pouring my 12 packets of sugar into the tea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creepy Starbucks Dude to me:&lt;/strong&gt; Uh. Uhhhhh.  Nice cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; too involved with trying to rip the sugar packets open without spilling on me (didn't work) to hear him.  grabbed more sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creepy Starbucks Dude to me, louder:&lt;/strong&gt; UH. NICE CHEESE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, what? I'm sorry, were you speaking to me? Am I in your way? (thinking I was blocking him from the sugar since I'd been there wrestling with the packets for a couple of minutes now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creepy Starbucks Dude to me:&lt;/strong&gt; No, I just said that that's some nice cheese you've got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh. Uh. Than...(I can't really thank him for cheese I had nothing to do with making, right?)...yeah, it does look like nice cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creepy Starbucks Dude to me:&lt;/strong&gt;  I buy those cheese and fruit plates every morning.  I always said to myself that if I found someone who liked them too, I'd know we were destined to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me (trying to laugh it off, be jokey sorta without being mean at all):&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, oh..well...I don't know about that. (I smiled here to try and not be mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creepy Starbucks Dude to me (a bit angrily, I might add):&lt;/strong&gt; It doesn't matter if YOU know, because &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; know. I. Know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he stormed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....yeah. By this time, the Starbucks was PACKED so as soon as Emily and Cory got there, we went inside the bookstore to find a place to sit/talk/meet.  Luckily, we found a nice large open space, with kiddy benches,  in the middle of the children's section.  We popped ourselves down on the floor, and amidst a flurry of Little Golden Books (does anyone remember these? They were around when I was a kid. I LOVED LOVED LOVED them), we talked about our Vixen Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876707665579666655-1204082338189721659?l=belligerentfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belligerentfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1204082338189721659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876707665579666655&amp;postID=1204082338189721659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876707665579666655/posts/default/1204082338189721659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876707665579666655/posts/default/1204082338189721659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belligerentfairytales.blogspot.com/2008/09/coffee-cheese-and-web-design.html' title='Coffee, Cheese, and Web Design'/><author><name>belligerentfairytales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12360622624106633785</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876707665579666655.post-3561874750502549326</id><published>2008-09-15T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:06:24.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no business like show business...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I forget that I'm not working in politics. I've been dealing with a particularly fragile situation with one of my movies, and have repeatedly asked the people involved for Person XXXXXXX's approval before I will proceed. Here was my answer (all names have been masked to protect the BigWigs...and also my ass):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A to Person B: "Who will discuss with XXXXXXX?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person B to Person A: "Yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A to ME: "Here you go" (meaning, here is the approval you needed/wanted/wouldn't work without)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME to Person A: "So who is telling XXXXXXX? I don't understand the way this question was answered"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A to ME: "Yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet right now you're all super jealous of my job. It's ok, we can't all be this lucky.  I'm stamping this RETARDED (see nifty stamp below.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876707665579666655-3561874750502549326?l=belligerentfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belligerentfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3561874750502549326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876707665579666655&amp;postID=3561874750502549326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876707665579666655/posts/default/3561874750502549326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876707665579666655/posts/default/3561874750502549326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belligerentfairytales.blogspot.com/2008/09/theres-no-business-like-show-business.html' title='There&apos;s no business like show business...'/><author><name>belligerentfairytales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12360622624106633785</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876707665579666655.post-4331561541425160783</id><published>2008-09-12T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:22:58.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retarded!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Apparently, things have gotten so ridiculously        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245263599697107362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_omABuErTGOk/SMrrdA07maI/AAAAAAAAABM/YOW_VGOABG8/s200/retarded!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;here at the studio, that a friend of mine needed to order this stamp. I will shortly be placing an order for the same stamp in a variety of different languages, so that we can easily deal with the foreign shows without fear of miscommunication. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876707665579666655-4331561541425160783?l=belligerentfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belligerentfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4331561541425160783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876707665579666655&amp;postID=4331561541425160783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876707665579666655/posts/default/4331561541425160783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876707665579666655/posts/default/4331561541425160783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belligerentfairytales.blogspot.com/2008/09/retarded.html' title='Retarded!'/><author><name>belligerentfairytales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12360622624106633785</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_omABuErTGOk/SMrrdA07maI/AAAAAAAAABM/YOW_VGOABG8/s72-c/retarded!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876707665579666655.post-3431890917880152516</id><published>2008-09-09T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:24:28.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the end of the world as we know it</title><content type='html'>this...because we can all learn something...because there's a 1 in 50 million chance that the world could end tonight (i wonder what the chances are on any given day, as opposed to due to the Large Hadron Collider?)...and because i like the word "sparticle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.wired.com/wiredscience/2008/09/the-bosons-that.html"&gt;http://blog.wired.com/wiredscience/2008/09/the-bosons-that.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this, just because it goes with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cGqroT1FZ5Y"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cGqroT1FZ5Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876707665579666655-3431890917880152516?l=belligerentfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belligerentfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3431890917880152516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876707665579666655&amp;postID=3431890917880152516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876707665579666655/posts/default/3431890917880152516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876707665579666655/posts/default/3431890917880152516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belligerentfairytales.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-end-of-world-as-we-know-it.html' title='it&apos;s the end of the world as we know it'/><author><name>belligerentfairytales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12360622624106633785</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876707665579666655.post-9133092006807910802</id><published>2008-09-09T16:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:49:02.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girl list</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;for my first blog, i wanted to write about something intellectually stimulating. so, of course, i'm going to "borrow" from my friend al's blog and list my top 5 (as of now) girl crushes...because i'm sure you're all curious. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(in no particular order)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244184975006207282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_omABuErTGOk/SMcWcyuvjTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Lps1C-MvmuY/s320/laetitia_casta.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;laetitia casta (not only is she a gorgeous, NOT gross stick thin model, but once when asked in an interview how she kept her figure, she pointed to her boobs and said "lot's of cheeseburgers!" now that's a girl I like)...admittedly, this particular pic does not really show her as too "not stick thin"...but if you google her, you'll see what i mean. or if you've picked up a victoria's secret catalogue anytime in the past 10 years. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244185869929422002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_omABuErTGOk/SMcXQ4lEHLI/AAAAAAAAABE/rHHMXvu6NgI/s320/scarlett-johansson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scarlett johansson (those lips!! 'nuff said)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244180712486649986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_omABuErTGOk/SMcSkrm4wII/AAAAAAAAAAc/Na3Dzys6WXY/s320/jennifer_aniston.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;jennifer aniston (she just seems so sweet, like you could totally hang out with her, ya know?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244181050619256130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_omABuErTGOk/SMcS4XP-3UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/J7PPUYmHqOU/s320/yamila_diaz_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;yamila diaz rahi (ok, she's just hot)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244181357440119170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omABuErTGOk/SMcTKOPxsYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yMfUs26d8Gk/s320/sara+watkins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sara watkins (i know, you're thinking...WHO?...well she is an EXTREMELY gifted violinist/fiddler who plays with nickel creek [who's music I don't care for because her brother sean watkin's is NOT talented but somehow gets more cred than her] and also plays her own stuff at LARGO in west hollywood. she's got a nerdy look, she's so funny and sweet on stage, and when she plays music and sings, i get completely lost in it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876707665579666655-9133092006807910802?l=belligerentfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belligerentfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/9133092006807910802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876707665579666655&amp;postID=9133092006807910802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876707665579666655/posts/default/9133092006807910802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876707665579666655/posts/default/9133092006807910802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belligerentfairytales.blogspot.com/2008/09/girl-list.html' title='girl list'/><author><name>belligerentfairytales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12360622624106633785</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_omABuErTGOk/SMcWcyuvjTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Lps1C-MvmuY/s72-c/laetitia_casta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
