<?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-36809071</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:40:44.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gypsy's Satellite</title><subtitle type='html'>The not-so timid musings and mumblings of a dislocated Gulf Coast 70's baby trying to stay sane in the final reign of the Second American Bush Dynasty</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329362843746134528</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36809071.post-116879032667206152</id><published>2007-01-14T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T07:58:46.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saints...are Coming!!!!</title><content type='html'>Overjoyed Saints Fans Tear Roof Off Reopened Superdome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;January 14,2007 - The Local Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;NEW ORLEANS—Over 70,000 elated &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);" id="lw_1168789736_0"&gt;New Orleans&lt;/span&gt; Saints fans celebrated the first playoff win to take place in the newly renovated Superdoom since Hurricane Katrina this Saturday night by joyously rushing from their seats onto the field, ripping down the goal posts, destroying the playing surface, and trampling three people to death after the Saints' 24-27 win over the &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);" id="lw_1168789736_1"&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/span&gt; Eagles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;"This city is back!" said Marcus Hammond, one of 5,000 Saints fans who rushed from the French Quarter to seek refuge in the Superdoom's reopening. Early reports indicate that as news of the victory spread, the excited citizens steadily breached the dome's walls throughout the night, creating a chaotic and devastating environment of celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;"This was something all of us needed," said resident Sean Montrell, who joined several thousand fans in overturning trashcans and setting them on fire inside the dome. "Now, maybe Americans will finally pay attention to what is going on here in &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);" id="lw_1168789736_2"&gt;New Orleans&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;"Go Saints!" Montrell added before beating and urinating on the man standing next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Long after the game ended, the jubilant, hungry fans showed no signs of stopping the festivities, finding themselves stealing food and alcohol from stadium venders who were bludgeoned with any metal object that could be extracted from the dome's infrastructure. In addition, fans were too busy rioting to notice that the loss of electricity and the absence of air-conditioning had created oppressive conditions with temperatures easily exceeding 100 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;"When it got dark, that was the most fun," said sweaty, blood-drenched Beatrice Sheehy, who last saw her two children being escorted away by an unknown man she described as "some guy." "I really think the Saints could go all the way this year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;"Go, Reggie Bush!" she added, moments before purchasing heroin from an unidentified man and then shooting it up on the 50-yard line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Although all participants described the mood as one of joy and relief, conditions in the dome continued to deteriorate as the plumbing broke down and the newly refurbished bathrooms began to completely overflow with fecal matter. The deluge of waste eventually flooded the hallways, leaving a slick film of excrement surrounding the dome. Ecstatic fans later said it did not seem worth trying to go inside one of the bathrooms after the game, opting instead to find a dark corner in which they could void their bowels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;"Looks like a victory party to me!" said longtime Saints fan Julius Childress, who claimed he scaled the rafters to lead a "Go Saints!" cheer, and then passed the long night watching people having sex, both consensual and not, in the third-floor skyboxes. "When I got to the highest part of the doom, that's when I saw a group of happy drunk people chopping and tearing at two new holes in the dome's roof. One guy in an Aaron Brooks jersey screamed 'Go Saints,' just before falling his death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Added Childress: "The Saints have definitely given this city its soul back."&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Mayor Ray Nagin took the opportunity to congratulate the Saints football team, the citizens of &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);" id="lw_1168789736_3"&gt;New Orleans&lt;/span&gt;, and the many officials who oversaw the $185 million effort to restore the Superdoom in time for this Saturday's game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;"This is a symbol of our cultural pride and heritage," said Nagin, speaking from the newly dilapidated Superdoom with throngs of dirty, hungry, disease-ridden Saints fans, some holding babies, standing in line for Red Cross aid packages behind him. "With the Saints back here where they belong, things are finally starting to return to normal in &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" id="lw_1168789736_4"&gt;New Orleans&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36809071-116879032667206152?l=thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/feeds/116879032667206152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36809071&amp;postID=116879032667206152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116879032667206152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116879032667206152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/2007/01/saintsare-coming.html' title='The Saints...are Coming!!!!'/><author><name>zhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329362843746134528</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36809071.post-116874993987013108</id><published>2007-01-13T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T21:05:33.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boondock Saints, and I'm Huey Freeman. My cousin is Riley. One of my uncle's is Ruckus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/1600/548045/bdock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/320/355137/bdock.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy pulling 54+ hours a week at this undisclosed- until- now J.O. so forgive me if i've been remiss in my posts. I have aquired a position at a laptop help desk for a small computer company. It only can afford three letters. But what it lacks in looks it makes up for in overtime. I saw one of the laptops on the rail to the Game. If you must know, I had a most uneventful New Year having spent it regaling in the melody of the gunshots fired by me and my next door neighbor. HAPPY 2007,Zone 4 &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;insert excitement &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; LET'S GET THIS PAPER! Speaking of overtime,one place it didnt exist was in the New Orleans's Superdoom tonight, for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Saints of New Orleans&lt;/span&gt; have triumphed over the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Eagles of  Philadelphia&lt;/span&gt; (Fila-delphia to all old school shoe- heads). Good Job,boys. You've become the first NFC advanced playoff game winner to have  the lowest % of wins. Ever. Oh,well. A Win's a Win. GO SAINTS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36809071-116874993987013108?l=thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/feeds/116874993987013108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36809071&amp;postID=116874993987013108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116874993987013108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116874993987013108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/2007/01/boondock-saints-and-im-huey-freeman-my.html' title='Boondock Saints, and I&apos;m Huey Freeman. My cousin is Riley. One of my uncle&apos;s is Ruckus.'/><author><name>zhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329362843746134528</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-36809071.post-116761841555473069</id><published>2006-12-31T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T18:33:19.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Urly New Year Everybody</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/1600/72711/gangstergranny.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/320/264027/gangstergranny.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the Saints of New Orleans and the Falcons of Atlanta Lost today. I feel like I was watching the Same Game the way they played and lost. They were both tied at the 4th and both lost to the inferior teams. Panthers and Eagles indeed. At least the Saints ended up SECOND place in the NFC South playoffs this year 2006. Good run anyway, boys. Damn You,Delhomme! *In Captain Kirk Star Trek the Wrath of Khan voice*..."DELHOMMMMMEE!!!" Note: I am trying to make full use of this keyboard's year-end functionality hence the asteriskes, quotation marks, and unecessary  exclamation marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and fuck that Playstation 3 Hype...I'd rather play Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/1600/252275/great-playstation-3-ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/320/494912/great-playstation-3-ad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In the Simpsons' Dr. Nick voice* Happy Urly New Year Everybody!!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36809071-116761841555473069?l=thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/feeds/116761841555473069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36809071&amp;postID=116761841555473069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116761841555473069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116761841555473069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-urly-new-year-everybody.html' title='Happy Urly New Year Everybody'/><author><name>zhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329362843746134528</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-36809071.post-116701652944954996</id><published>2006-12-24T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T19:15:29.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Truce...Very Cool True Xmas Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/1600/895995/international-relations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/320/994172/international-relations.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;On Christmas Day, 1914, in the first year of World War   I, German, British, and French soldiers disobeyed their superiors and fraternized   with "the enemy" along two-thirds of the Western Front. German   troops held Christmas trees up out of the trenches with signs, "Merry   Christmas." "You no shoot, we no shoot." Thousands of troops   streamed across a no-man's land strewn with rotting corpses. They sang   Chrismas carols, exchanged photographs of loved ones back home, shared   rations, played football, even roasted some pigs. Soldiers embraced men   they had been trying to kill a few short hours before. They agreed to warn   each other if the top brass forced them to fire their weapons, and to aim   high.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;A shudder ran through the high command on either side.   Here was disaster in the making: soldiers declaring their brotherhood with   each other and refusing to fight. Generals on both sides declared this   spontaneous peacemaking to be treasonous and subject to court martial.   By March, 1915 the fraternization movement had been eradicated and the   killing machine put back in full operation. By the time of the armistice   in 1918, fifteen million would be slaughtered.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Not many people have heard the story of the Christmas   Truce. Military leaders have not gone out of their way to publicize it.   On Christmas Day, 1988, a story in the Boston Globe mentioned that a local   FM radio host played "Christmas in the Trenches," a ballad about   the Christmas Truce, several times and was startled by the effect. The   song became the most requested recording during the holidays in Boston   on several FM stations. "Even more startling than the number of requests   I get is the reaction to the ballad afterward by callers who hadn't heard   it before," said the radiohost. "They telephone me deeply   moved, sometimes in tears, asking, `What the hell did I just hear?'"&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;I think I know why the callers were in tears. The Christmas   Truce story goes against most of what we have been taught about people.   It gives us a glimpse of the world as we wish it could be and says, "This   really happened once." It reminds us of those thoughts we keep hidden   away, out of range of the TV and newspaper stories that tell us how trivial   and mean human life is. It is like hearing that our deepest wishes really   are true: the world really could be different.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Excerpted from David G. Stratman, We CAN Change the World:   The Real Meaning of Everyday Life (New Democracy Books, 1991). Available   for $3.00 from New Democracy Books, P.O. Box 427, Boston, MA 02130.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;http://www.rense.com/general74/trce.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Share this story if you want to. I dare ya.  I JUST found out about this,found it to be true and think its so cool it defies comprehension...Oh yeah...GO SAINTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;I didnt get to see this New York game as I was visiting with me mum at her satellite ( I'm working my day job Christmas day) but 30 to 7 at an away game is a good enough Christmakwanzukah gift for Zhu...yessireebob!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Merry Christmas...Happy Hanukah...Happy Umoja for those that still celebrate Kwanzaa...and Happy December for all the Athiests...I'm American so dont expect me to remember ALL the friggin' religions and non-religions...heeheehee...peace ya'll...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36809071-116701652944954996?l=thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/feeds/116701652944954996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36809071&amp;postID=116701652944954996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116701652944954996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116701652944954996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-trucevery-cool-true-xmas.html' title='The Christmas Truce...Very Cool True Xmas Story'/><author><name>zhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329362843746134528</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-36809071.post-116639143004617328</id><published>2006-12-17T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T14:18:19.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How? Chemo' Sobby...</title><content type='html'>The Blessed Saints of New Orleans got Scalped by the Redskins of Washington in the SuperDoom 16-10 ! Particularly distressing as they were on an unprecedented three game win tour.  I guess the pit stop at home on the road to seasonal victory did not refresh their passion to win as well as hoped.  Still smelling the 42-17 victory in Landry Stadium it is only fitting that they lose at home thanks to Ladell Betts and his tribe of wampum smokums. At least we got the NFC South Division on lock,like thats anything to brag about.  I deem the loss karma for re-electing William Jefferson and not getting the levees rebuilt yet. Oh Well. Tough break boys. There's always New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In unrelated news. I am rapidly losing blood from several wounds I incurred blessed sunday while bathing my animals for the first time. Must.  Find. Gauze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36809071-116639143004617328?l=thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/feeds/116639143004617328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36809071&amp;postID=116639143004617328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116639143004617328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116639143004617328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-chemo-sobby.html' title='How? Chemo&apos; Sobby...'/><author><name>zhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329362843746134528</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36809071.post-116637531796797038</id><published>2006-12-17T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T09:27:25.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guerrilla Laundry.  Fin'. So Fresh So Clean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/1600/803403/yo-gangsta.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/320/685631/yo-gangsta.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Laundry Day is Complete! Well at least as far as I am concerned. I have enough scanties and socks to last me through the week so Sunday may now proceed. It's not that I dont trust my neighbors or I'm some horrible recluse its just that in the year I've lived here I've had the police show up at my door mistakenly twice, one babymomma three doors down had her television and sofa thrown out her second floor apartment down to the parking lot by one of her babydaddy's. Not to mention the numerous drunken fights and shouting matches that occur around the holiday season or really any given weekend or weekday. Oh,and did I mention that I cannot get pizza delivered to my satellite as its on a high crime location list circulated by all the delivery restaurants in the area. And I really like delivery service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There's no real gunplay here but this is the kind of satellite you see on the news when they talk about an apartment fire or a argument turned fatal type of thing. I was hornswaggled into renting this place in a hurry by Chantal the leasing agent who had a booth at the Red Cross evac center last year at the Georgia Dome. It's location is discreet and off of famous Cascade Road near the Beautiful soul food restaurant. Most familiar with urban living would refer to it as "the Cut". Those in surrounding areas refer to it as Zone 4. To me,at least up until March 2007,it is my home away from home in which to rebuild my displaced life. It is my Satellite, hovering over Atlanta, Georgia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36809071-116637531796797038?l=thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/feeds/116637531796797038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36809071&amp;postID=116637531796797038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116637531796797038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116637531796797038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/2006/12/guerrilla-laundry-fin-so-fresh-so.html' title='Guerrilla Laundry.  Fin&apos;. So Fresh So Clean.'/><author><name>zhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329362843746134528</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36809071.post-116637166816479918</id><published>2006-12-17T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T08:07:48.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 19 Things You Probably Didn’t Know About Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/1600/82540/comedy-makes-everything-better.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/320/913195/comedy-makes-everything-better.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 is Classic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. After being decapitated, the average person remains conscious for an additional 15-20 seconds. Talk about a way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mourning your dear departed cat? You could shave your eyebrows like the ancient Egyptians used to. Then again, maybe a trip to the pet cemetery would be easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. May want to rethink what you bury your loved ones in. An old wives’ tale claims that if a woman is buried wearing the color black, she’ll come back to haunt the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Speaking of preventing hauntings, yet another old wives tale led to the institution of burial wreaths. It was believed that the wreath would encircle the spirit of the dead person, thereby preventing them from returning from the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In 1931, Henry Ford decided to preserve his friend, Thomas Edison’s last dying breath. He kept it in a bottle. Hope he put a label on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. One of the main reasons cowboys carried pistols in the 1800’s was to avoid being dragged to death by their horse. You think they could have just gotten bigger stirrups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The last words spoken by Union General John Sedgewick were, “They (the Confederate soldiers) couldn’t hit an elephant from this dis…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. So much for the curse of good ole King Tut. Despite reports that all twenty-two people who were present at the exhumation kicked the bucket, twenty-one were still kicking ten years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If someone plans to jump off &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);" id="lw_1166327170_0"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);" id="lw_1166371289_0"&gt;Mount Everest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to commit suicide, you’ll need a lot of patience. It takes the average person 2.5 minutes to hit bottom. And we don’t want to know who timed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Here’s a job I definitely wouldn’t want to have. When Pyrenees beekeepers die, someone has to go around and splash every single one of their bees with black ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. John Bowman, a tanner from &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);" id="lw_1166327170_1"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);" id="lw_1166371289_1"&gt;Vermont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; believed that after his death he would be reincarnated with his pre-deceased wife and children. So, he ordered his house staff to have dinner on the table every night, just in case. They finally stopped in 1950 when the money finally dried up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Think your décor is bad? Oscar Wilde’s last words were, "My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or other of us has got to go" He fought the wallpaper and the wallpaper won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. An old superstition stated that if the doors in the house were locked, the soul of a dying person couldn’t get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Yet another superstition warns against pointing at a funeral procession, with the dire warning that you’ll die within a month. More proof for that whole three fingers pointing back at you thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Might want to read the labels a little more carefully. Nearly 2,500 lefties are killed every year using  products meant for righties. Who knew? Now, just back away from those right-handed scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A pet-parrot caused a ruckus at President Andrew Jackson’s funeral. His crime? Swearing during the ceremony. Guess he should have given Polly just one more cracker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. That ballpoint pen? The one you’re chewing on? Might want to put it down. 100 people are killed every year by choking on a ballpoint pen. Which proves the old quote about the pen being mightier than the sword. At least some of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Apparently, they really are virtually destructible. A cockroach can reportedly live up to 9 days without it’s head. The only reason they finally kick over? Starvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. And you thought sex appeal was the first to go. Allegedly, it’s actually your sight that goes first when you die. It’s your hearing that’s the last to go…. What was that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36809071-116637166816479918?l=thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/feeds/116637166816479918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36809071&amp;postID=116637166816479918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116637166816479918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116637166816479918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/2006/12/19-things-you-probably-didnt-know.html' title='The 19 Things You Probably Didn’t Know About Death'/><author><name>zhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329362843746134528</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-36809071.post-116637089206142889</id><published>2006-12-17T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T21:06:07.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guerrilla Laundry Pt.2</title><content type='html'>Apartment house rules: "one man's floor is another man's ceiling."- Bob Dylan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the Laundry has made it through the washing phase with no explosions. I went downstairs and their were only 5 children out and 2 crackheads. I recognized the children, they belong to the couple living directly downstairs from me. I know the husband enjoys the football so he must be making arrangements to get them out the house. Their mom sat outside watching them,smoking a Newport. They have been here longer than me and out of all I see  here I trust them the most. Greetings are exchanged... "No,my job is not hiring,but I'll keep an ear out..." and wet scanties are placed in the one good dryer. In 45 minutes I wish Laundry Day to be over. The Children appear to be awakening...they like to congregate around the laundry room when they are sent outside...I hope I dont have to trip over a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Coming Soon...Guerrilla Laundry Part. 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36809071-116637089206142889?l=thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/feeds/116637089206142889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36809071&amp;postID=116637089206142889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116637089206142889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116637089206142889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/2006/12/guerrilla-laundry-pt2.html' title='Guerrilla Laundry Pt.2'/><author><name>zhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329362843746134528</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36809071.post-116636996742910917</id><published>2006-12-17T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T07:56:35.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guerrilla Laundry Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>So today is Laundry Day once again. Some of you may ask why is Zhu devoting a second post to laundry. It's a simple non-threatening abolution designed to get you ready for the weeks ahead. Yes it is,but when your housing situation is,ah,lets just say less than perfect, laundry takes on an ugly, survivalist ,tone. I have,or was promised laundry facilities by my rental agent when I was negotiating the lease for my satellite location. Since there are a total of approx. 60 units in my complex and about 20 tenants who have,not including me,at LEAST 5 children between them I expected problems with doing laundry. Knowing that I have been doing laundry down the street at the Laundro/Cleaners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Today,however,my little '88 Honda hoo-doo has failed me and requires a replaced head gasket so I have been on MARTA all week. Sucks yeah but I have been Gypsy for so long public transpo' really doesnt bother me. I'll let you slaves to the gas pump fret on the inconsistency of the bus,to me its just an hour earlier I have to leave to get where I have to go. Anyway, the Saints of New Orleans, fresh from a 42-17 Win against the Cowboys of Dallas will have there Home Tournament against the Redskins (no relation) of Washington today beginning at 1pm EST and I wish to stay close to home so I will do the Laundry here. This will possibly cause interaction with my neighbors,who only know me as the guy who leaves out of apartment 19 and returns to apartment 19,stopping only to retrieve mail and occasionally hand the often-absentee rental agent the money order for the "rent". I have nothing against children, I was a child once,that helps me to relate to their plight. My concern is their Mischief. I entered the laundry room and found out of the 4 washers,only One looked serviceable,and thats the one I put my socks,undershirts,and scanties,Four quarters and a cup of Liquid Tide later and it appears to be working. I shall now go downstairs to see if it has finished.  Yes,this IS as dangerous as I am making it out to be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36809071-116636996742910917?l=thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/feeds/116636996742910917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36809071&amp;postID=116636996742910917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116636996742910917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116636996742910917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/2006/12/guerrilla-laundry-pt-1.html' title='Guerrilla Laundry Pt. 1'/><author><name>zhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329362843746134528</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-36809071.post-116581321702443282</id><published>2006-12-10T20:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:10:40.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Fucking Won!!??!!!</title><content type='html'>We Won???!!?? We Fucking Won!!!?? Holy Shit I wasnt expecting this in a million parsecs!!!There is much to rejoice about in Southern NFL sports entertainment tonight, in this victory, the Saints of New Orleans have just TRIUMPHED over the Cowboys of Dallas, Texas in a winning score of 42-17...In an away game at that!!! It must suck to be a Dallas fan now but oh,well,sporto,at least you tried!!! Now how are the Redskins(no relation) of  Washington gonna fare into this temporal anomaly ...? We can only wait and see...GO SAINTS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36809071-116581321702443282?l=thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/feeds/116581321702443282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36809071&amp;postID=116581321702443282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116581321702443282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116581321702443282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-fucking-won.html' title='We Fucking Won!!??!!!'/><author><name>zhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329362843746134528</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36809071.post-116581148442669965</id><published>2006-12-10T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T20:31:24.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>42-17</title><content type='html'>In the 4th. GO SAINTS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36809071-116581148442669965?l=thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/feeds/116581148442669965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36809071&amp;postID=116581148442669965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116581148442669965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116581148442669965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/2006/12/42-17.html' title='42-17'/><author><name>zhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329362843746134528</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-36809071.post-116577766903058448</id><published>2006-12-10T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T12:06:35.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if Gotham had no Batman?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/1600/351107/082206_show_me_themoney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/320/747885/082206_show_me_themoney.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/1600/371684/superdome2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/320/700401/superdome2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I hate to say "I told you so..." But ." I told you so".  Incumbent 2nd Congressional District Rep. William"Dollar Bill" Jefferson D-La. has won his seat again,defeating  challenger Karen Carter 57-43 in last nights election,proving once again the genius of the New Orleans voter. For those who dont know. Dollar Bill has been a political animal for many a year,I remember being a wee lad growing up in the 7th ward when Dollar Bill won his first seat and began his rise to power in 'dee bayou. I can actually credit my distrust of politicians' from watching old Willie from the sidelines wheel and deal. The man speaks with the eloquence of a jackal charming a gazelle and has the moral flexibility of wheatstraw on a breezy afternoon. To put it simply,I dont think he has my districts best interests in mind. Dollar Bill is also under indictment in a federal corruption probe involving,among other things having $90,000 in marked federal coin in his home's freezer from a bribe in an a tech developement contract he favored in Africa. Power to the People,Bill? Then there's the little thingy about being stripped of his seat on the House Ways and Means Committee by fiery new Majority House Democratic Leader Nancy Pelosi (D-San Francisco) who says the new Blue House wont tolerate any mucky-mucks like Dollar Bill and his ilk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/1600/369510/120906tp_jeffwin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/320/94443/120906tp_jeffwin2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Alas, the People have Spoken, and have said they would rather have a known icky-poo like William Jefferson to represent the fine, upstanding, citizenry of New Orleans than outspoken noob Karen Carter,who sparked a fire under eternal old coot Sheriff Harry Lee with her comments on the Jefferson Parish Sheriffs Office (JPSO) involvement,or lack therof,in helping New Orleans residents escape the Great Wet via the CCC (Crecent City Connection/Miss. River Bridge for all you traditionalists).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lee goes out and endorses Jefferson to spite Carter and her remarks and the Honourable C. Ray(z) Nagin endorses him to repay Jefferson for backing him in his own closely watched May re-election this year,and the mindless sheeple of New Orleans goes right along with it. Laissez-faire,Cher.  Paybacks and Spite. Yep, thats what got Dollar Bill re-elected. Like I said, he's a political animal. But does that make us his Prey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/1600/201047/vick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/320/120775/vick.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not me. Not anymore. I have found a new home for the time being in the Great City of Atlanta,where all I have to worry about is the I-285 traffic (not fun) ,the Atlanta Falcons' passing game and undercover policemen doing home invasions on 90 year old grandmothers in botched drug raids. The police chief in Atlanta is none other than Richard "No Comment" Pennington formerly of New Orleans crimefighting fame and the Falcons' coach is a guy named Jim Mora who has never coached the Saints (but his dad did). Not to mention good old ex- Saints placekicker Morten Anderson will more than likely finish his career as an Atlanta Falcon... I dont like to dwell on that much as it disturbs me when I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/1600/772634/00034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/320/736935/00034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paybacks and Spite,People. That's what makes this country great. Keeps the wheels of democracy greased and what a fine oiled machine it is. I shall look forward to watching the Decline and Fall of my City following the first Flushing by the Great Wet that was Katrina De'shae Boucree'-Gavion-Charbonnet. I didnt vote in the 2nd district election only because I  believe that having been in Atlanta for one year now and will be paying Georgia State tax this upcoming tax season I can only be a spectator slash critical observer of the City's reconstruction.  Dollar Bill Jefferson,Mayor C. Ray(z) Nagin, Police Chief Warren Lie-ly and Governor Kathleen Blank-Ho  and the rest of their ilk will have my City a Rotted Carcass on the Savannah that is America after they have picked off all the meat for their own private coffers and will leave her Bones to bleach in the  warmth of the Sun. And THAT is Nat'rally N'Awlins ,ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36809071-116577766903058448?l=thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/feeds/116577766903058448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36809071&amp;postID=116577766903058448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116577766903058448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116577766903058448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-if-gotham-had-no-batman.html' title='What if Gotham had no Batman?'/><author><name>zhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329362843746134528</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-36809071.post-116457702094496755</id><published>2006-11-26T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:53:28.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Science of Athletics</title><content type='html'>The laws  of Quantum Physics versus  NFL Athletics took a slight shift to the left as the Saints of New Orleans DEFEATED the Falcons of Atlanta 31-13 in the Georgia Dome about 5 minutes ago. The Falcons suffered 4 dropped catches the worst in the 3rd quarter by Dudley  McHandsOnePlaceEyesAnother which pretty much cemented the Saints win. The 4th quarter TD was just the powdered sugar on the beignet. At least I'm pretty sure it was in the 4th, I've been busy with a paint roller and 4 cans of Black and Gold paint. Now where's my car keys? Ah yes.here they are. Well a promise is a promise,I'm off to the Georgia Dome.&lt;br /&gt;The Saints stand at number 3 in the NFC South with Chicago and some other team as #'s 1 and 2 BTW...hope its's not chilly out tonight. GO SAINTS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36809071-116457702094496755?l=thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/feeds/116457702094496755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36809071&amp;postID=116457702094496755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116457702094496755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116457702094496755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/2006/11/science-of-athletics.html' title='The Science of Athletics'/><author><name>zhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329362843746134528</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36809071.post-116457042068933681</id><published>2006-11-26T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T12:13:29.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1988 Honda Civic's Rule!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/1600/472874/60771009066581170806bentley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/320/651508/60771009066581170806bentley.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tell you what a good feeling is,my friends. I was returning from picking up my clothes from the laundromat and realized I needed gas. I'm damn near on "E" so I pull into the Chevron advertising Unleaded for $2.20 or something like that. Anyway I decide to go for the fill-up for the week ahead so I give the attendant a 20 and tell him I want 15 on pump 6 and this grape 10-k. I begin my fill-up and the pump stops at $12.27. I TOPPED OFF AT TWELVE DOLLARS AND TWENTY- SEVEN CENTS!!! I'm good for the whole week!!!* In Sean Puffy Combs voice** Take That Big Oil!!! Take That United Arab Emirates!!! Take That! Take That!&lt;br /&gt;It's a Very Good Feeling these days to walk back into the fuel depot and the attendant has to give you back your $6.04 return for your fill-up. People began cheering in the store!!!The fat guy at the lotto counter hoisted me on his shoulders as the hoodrats all broke away from their dopeboy's and flashed their tattooed headlights at me! Okay not really...but its still a good feeling anyway. So keep your fancy-schmancy gas guzzlers,with your "automatic windows" and your tv screens in the headrests. I'll take my little hoo-doo over all that bling right now anytime!!! 1988 canary-yellow Honda Civic 4-door...Pimp MY Ride? Not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36809071-116457042068933681?l=thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/feeds/116457042068933681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36809071&amp;postID=116457042068933681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116457042068933681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116457042068933681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/2006/11/1988-honda-civics-rule.html' title='1988 Honda Civic&apos;s Rule!!!'/><author><name>zhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329362843746134528</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36809071.post-116456685353373599</id><published>2006-11-26T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:54:23.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/1600/414961/police-car-door_www-txt2pic-com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/433/4122/320/881037/police-car-door_www-txt2pic-com.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Saints!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We shall lose magnificently in the home of the Dirty Bird Falcons this lovely Sunday afternoon. I begin this post knowing that we have the first scoring touchdown but its only the first one its the last that matters. The New Orleans Saints have a really bad habit of starting off strong and then gradually whittling themselves down to mediocrity. But I shall spectate this sport nonetheless as the Satellite has ample supply of pale ale and pizza to stomach the loss. I'm also in the middle of a laundry drying cycle,which distracts me as I have to drive through the throngs of wild babymomma kids running rampant in my apt's parking lot as mommy wont let them back in the house while babydaddy is stopping in to use the TV to host his football party.  C'est La Vie',life in the USA. Besides,the Saints cant possibly win in Atlanta,lame duck Vick or not. For if they won that would entail me driving downtown to the Georgia Dome  after painting myself Black and Gold, and doing the Running Man naked in the parking lot until stadium security comes to haul me off. Now try to get THAT image out of your fragile little mind anytime soon,sunshine. Heh. Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuueeeecccceeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36809071-116456685353373599?l=thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/feeds/116456685353373599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36809071&amp;postID=116456685353373599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116456685353373599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116456685353373599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/2006/11/game.html' title='The Game'/><author><name>zhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329362843746134528</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-36809071.post-116347247657350545</id><published>2006-11-13T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:52:49.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's About Time!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/4122/1600/source2a%5B1%5D.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/4122/320/source2a%5B1%5D.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Gub'Mint is going to give Rev. Dr. Martin Luther KANG a statue in between the statues of Abraham Lincoln and Thomas Jefferson, Sally Hemmings would be so proud. Its supposed project completion date is 2008,coincidentally the year President Bush Jr. leaves office (did my heart just skip a beat?)...Have WE Overcome? I'm not so sure. We've definitely aquired a healthy knowledge of self-promotion but no real Awareness of Ourselves as people of color whose elders overcame everything imaginable to make themselves/ourselves equal members of society. I live in Atlanta now, there's an Eternal Flame sitting on the water grave of Rev. King here. I've only been there once,with one of my sisters when she came up here to visit. This was about 2 months after Katrina blew me and our mom here. So that would be around this time last year. So we go to the grave,I heard about the Eternal Flame and I felt that would be a good enough time as ever to go see it,maybe I'll get some inspiration from one of my heroes,some sort of psychic revelation as to why all this bad shit is happening in my lifetime to me and the rest of the world. We get to the flame...and its out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to feel insane so I started laughing. The Eternal Flame that guards the one black man who all colors can love and respect is out. So we go inside the museum next to the grave and I go up to the curator lady running the gift shop and I say "Excuse me,is that supposed to be the Eternal Flame on Martin Luther King's water grave?" She says ,"Yes,yes it is." And I go "Well its out. You might want to get somebody to rekindle it or something." She seemed highly embarrassed and probably sent maintenance to work on it.  I guess it bums you out when the first time you see something that actually has a signifigance in your life whether you want it to or not, in my case,the burial site of Dr. King, and the Flame is Out. Typical. Hopefully if I ever get to see the Ka'ba in Mecca it wont have graffiti on it from our occupation. So good luck with that statue,America. I only hope when he's standing next to Lincoln and Jefferson he wont look like their lawn jockey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36809071-116347247657350545?l=thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/feeds/116347247657350545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36809071&amp;postID=116347247657350545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116347247657350545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116347247657350545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s About Time!!!'/><author><name>zhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329362843746134528</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36809071.post-116338498851250526</id><published>2006-11-12T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:29:48.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody got $5.00?</title><content type='html'>Good game,tho,anyway. R. Bush bust a flying touchdown in the 2nd and the Team held Pittsburgh down 3 points for the most part ...These Comeback Kids got Heart! They better tighten up for Atlanta,though. The Dirty Birds have gotten their shots.  Go Saints!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36809071-116338498851250526?l=thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/feeds/116338498851250526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36809071&amp;postID=116338498851250526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116338498851250526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116338498851250526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/2006/11/anybody-got-500.html' title='Anybody got $5.00?'/><author><name>zhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329362843746134528</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-36809071.post-116332461942699369</id><published>2006-11-12T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:43:39.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Captain America for President</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/4122/1600/V1-wh3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/4122/320/V1-wh3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“V” Meets The Secret Service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accepted As The Vox Populi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, November 6, 2006, “V” visited security check points at the White House, the main Treasury, IRS and Justice Department Buildings and the Capitol. “V’s” purpose was to deliver the People’s Petitions for Redress of Grievances relating to the Government’s violations of the war powers, tax, privacy and money clauses of the Constitution, and to inform key Government officials that at least 100 more “Vs” would be at their doorstep on November 14th expecting a response to the Petitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the White House about a dozen Secret Service agents appeared on foot, bicycles and car to meet “V.” While virtuously assuring the security of the state, they were curious about the image of “V” and asked many questions. Most, when asked if they had seen the movie “V for Vendetta”, smiled their approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When an agent asked if “V” would remove his mask for identification purposes, “V” explained that would defeat the very purpose of the mask, which was to give expression to the fact that the nation was becoming a police state, that too many people were becoming afraid to be identified as dissenters or protestors, and that this was not in the long term interest of a free people.  The agents accepted the veracity of “V’s” message and refrained from veering “V” from his vanguard visit as the vox populi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/4122/1600/V1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/4122/320/V1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/4122/1600/V1-wh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/4122/320/V1-wh2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many law enforcement agents dutifully responded to the first impression security concerns caused by “V’s” dramatic and startling presence at the seat of governmental power. All but one who confronted “V” were generally pleasant, professional and ultimately respectful of the voraciously valued Rights of peaceful protest, dissent and Petition that “V” was claiming and exercising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there was one agent who, either out of vanity, vice, or emotional instability, believed his vows of service and badge would vindicate his use of violence where clearly none was justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Secret Service agent near the White House, even after he and all the other agents had recognized that the toy daggers in “V”’s belt were plastic and part of the costume, and despite the clearly peaceful and non-threatening behavior of “V,” the officer forcefully seized the plastic daggers from “V’s” belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bit of mental gymnastics between the agent and “V”, amid the growing public spectacle and peer pressure from his fellow officers (who voiced their agreement with “V’s” logic and assertion of his Rights), “V” eventually prevailed over the vexed officer and succeeded in securing the return of the toy daggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd by the White House gates also included activist Cindy Sheehan and her supporters who were demonstrating nearby and had gathered to observe the incident between “V” and the Secret Service. They let out a cheer as the SS agent stood down and returned the plastic knives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At “V’s” request, a Secret Service agent called up to the White House to ask if someone would come to the gate to accept service of the papers. After 20 minutes or so, word came to the gate house that the papers should be mailed to the President. This was done the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After departing from the White House, “V” walked around the White House compound to the security checkpoint at the Treasury Department.  Treasury accepted service of the papers from “V” without incident. Other than the agent at the security check point who instructed “V” to use his phone to call the mail room, the only other person to speak with “V” was Mr. Lynch from the mail room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IRS building is apparently still closed due to the flooding experienced last summer. The agents at the security check point informed “V” that the papers would have to be delivered to IRS at 500 North Capitol Street. Rather than do that, the papers were mailed to the IRS Commissioner the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Department of Justice several armed agents with “Homeland Security” patches on their arms, as well as DOJ security personnel met “V”. They too were very curious. There ensued another prolonged face-to-mask exchange of news, information, affirmations and assurances. Eventually, the officers determined that “V” and the camera person were not violating the DC code dealing with the wearing of masks on the streets of the city, or their refusal to produce identification, and that they were not a security threat. The protective security forces and agents from the DOJ arranged for a Mr. Burroughs to accept service of the Petitions for Redress for the agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: The most disturbing part of “V’s” interaction with the law enforcement authorities at DOJ occurred when the Homeland Security agent in charge asked “V” what was the purpose behind “V’s” presence at DOJ. “V” began to explain the First Amendment freedoms and the Right to Petition. Almost immediately the agent said, in effect, “You’re pulling my leg. You are trying to pull a fast one. I’m not falling for the garbage. I don’t want to hear it.” At that point the agent phoned the DC police and learned that “V” was not violating any municipal laws. After asking “V” where he was going next, he told “V” he was free to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Cannon House Office Building, the agents of the Capitol Police who were manning the security check point told “V” they were instructed not to let him into the building. They said the papers would have to be delivered to a “Pitney Bowes” facility at 119 D Street. The papers were mailed the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Hart Senate Office Building, the agents of the Capitol Police said someone from Majority Leader Frist’s office would have to come to the security check point to accept service of the papers. “V” was given the phone number of Senator Frist’s office. The young man who answered the phone said he was the only person there and could not possibly leave the office. The papers were mailed the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As “V” and the videographer walked from one location to the next, he met and conversed with many people. About half of the people smiled; some said they had seen the movie. About half clearly did not know what to make of “V” and avoided eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people were interested in conversing with “V,” including a group of 6-10 college age young people who were waiting in a line to tour the Capitol. During the conversation, “V” said he wanted to quiz them on their knowledge of the Rights covered by the First Amendment. “V” asked if they could name the five freedoms guaranteed by the First Amendment. Two or three immediately said “Speech.” After a moment or two one said, “Worship God.” “V” restated that freedom for the young man. Then another said “Guns.” “V” corrected him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was as far as the young people could go in answering the question. “V” then engaged the young people in a discussion of all five of the freedoms and the four outstanding Petitions for Redress. The young people stayed with the conversation, expressing an interest in learning more, until they had to move along in the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, Monday’s “dry run” was beneficial. All local and federal law enforcement agencies in DC have now been introduced to “V.” They now know that on November 14th there will be more than 100 “Vs” rallying at Lafayette Park and the Reflecting Pool and marching from one rally to the other along the streets of DC, stopping at various federal buildings to await a response to certain Petitions for Redress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All local and federal law enforcement agencies in DC now know the purpose of these events is to show peaceful support for the First Amendment Right to Petition Government for Redress of Grievances and to give expression to the fact that too many Americans are beginning to fear the Government and that that is unhealthy to the longevity of a free people and our Republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All participants are asked to arrive at Lafayette Park between 11 and 11:30 am on the 14th. The event starts at NOON. The group will wait up to 1 hour for a representative of President Bush to appear and to tell the group when they might expect to receive a response to the Petitions for Redress of Grievances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no such representative appears, the participants will move to the front entrance of the Treasury Department where they will wait up to ½ hour for a representative of Secretary Paulson to appear. If no such representative appears, the group will move to the Justice Department where they will wait up to ½ hour for a representative of Attorney General Gonzales to appear. If no such representative appears, the group will move to the Reflecting Pool by the Capitol where they will wait up to 1 hour for a representative of Speaker Hastert or Majority Leader Frist to appear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have reserved 8 rooms for 16 people at an Extended Stay Inn for the night of November 13, 2006. The Inn is located at 205 North Breckinridge Place, Alexandria, VA  22312. The cost is $50 per person per night, double occupancy, i.e., $100 per room per night. The WTP team will be staying at the Inn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send an email to Bob@givemeliberty.org if you want to reserve one of the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please consider a donation to the WTP so we can continue to move our mission forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our address:&lt;br /&gt;We The People Foundation&lt;br /&gt;2458 Ridge Road&lt;br /&gt;Queensbury, NY  12804&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.givemeliberty.org/RTP2/UPDATES/Update2006-11-11.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36809071-116332461942699369?l=thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/feeds/116332461942699369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36809071&amp;postID=116332461942699369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116332461942699369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116332461942699369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-captain-america-for-president.html' title='And Captain America for President'/><author><name>zhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329362843746134528</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-36809071.post-116331490651477072</id><published>2006-11-11T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:01:46.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspect Entertainment</title><content type='html'>I find this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Interesting&lt;/span&gt;. Whatever your feelings on conspiracies, personally I consider them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Suspect Entertainment&lt;/span&gt;,like most current Rap music and current Louisiana post-Katrina politics. This one is,ehh, interesting,to say the Least without getting sued for slander.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Consider&lt;/span&gt; GOP chairman &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ken Mehlman&lt;/span&gt; (the High Chair of the Republican Party) announced Thursday this week that he is stepping down at the end of the year from his position...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Big Whoop,&lt;/span&gt; right,Right? Lotsa changes this post- midterm week,Rumsfeld's sacrifice,the first Muslim Congressman elected to the House of Reps...new movie idea..."Abu Smith goes to Washington" heh,Nancy Pelosi D-Ca. 8th district San Francisco the new Speaker of the House is amusing as well. Cant wait to see how her and G-Dub dance around each other...reminds me of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the Elephant ballet in Fantasia&lt;/span&gt;. I'm no Dem but I like Nancy,she's a fiesty rich white lady with an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Agenda&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing worse than that,ask Tipper Gore about lyrics in Rap Music if you dont see the power in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday night this week Bill Maher (the HBO comic slash political wonk) is on Larry King Live chatting about Disgraced Methhead/Massage Fiend Ted Haggard  and he remarks that there are a lot more closet homosexuals in the GOP than one may think then names a Mr. Ken Mehlman as one of them. This is quite the  Show Stopper seeing as how the GOP pushes more anti-gay legislation than any other party. Heaven forfend!!!  CNN censored the interview segment 4 hours after it was posted on YouTube and in the rebroadcast of the show the next day was clearly edited for content as I saw the rerun on Thursday...same segment but dialogue mysteriously cut out. Pretty Sneaky CNN.  At least Fox hasnt clipped the darts Former President Bill Clinton threw at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;uber-dweeb&lt;/span&gt; Chris Wallace on Fox Sunday back in September when asked how complicit he was in not protecting against possible attacks by Al-Quaeda. So What's Up, CNN?  Why was the rebroadcast edited? Insomniac minds want to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uncensored clip is my main concern... and I'm not just wagging the dog,here. Is he resigning from his partys political pressure a'la Donnie Rumsfeld, avoiding imminent disgrace before he ends up like Congressman Mark Foley, taking a cue from Ted Haggard or does he want to just catch up on his fly fishing?  (no pun intended). If nothing else its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Suspect Entertainment&lt;/span&gt;. Eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in other news,Britney Spears is divorcing husband Kevin Federline and the first Black anchor on 60 Minutes died of leukemia.  That Andy Rooney is a tough old bastard, I must say,what is he 193? The Cynicsm genome must be good for longevity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;"You know, I had heroes in my life who people outside of my life have never heard of "&lt;/span&gt; -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ed Bradley  June 2 1941-- November 9 2006 RIP Brother.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Truth Matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36809071-116331490651477072?l=thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/feeds/116331490651477072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36809071&amp;postID=116331490651477072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116331490651477072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116331490651477072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/2006/11/suspect-entertainment.html' title='Suspect Entertainment'/><author><name>zhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329362843746134528</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-36809071.post-116326563464944805</id><published>2006-11-11T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:20:35.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst.  Comic.  Movie.  Ever.</title><content type='html'>You know the saying "time heals all  wounds"? Well I guess 12 years can make a big difference in perception in some cases. The last time I saw Roger Cormans &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1994 Fantastic Four movie&lt;/span&gt; I was just learning what it meant to be a gypsy,whimsically traipsing to and fro from one mishap to the next in the City later to be devastated by the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Great Wet of 2005&lt;/span&gt;. The only decent superhero movie out then was Tim Burtons' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Batman&lt;/span&gt; and those made-for tv movies that Marvel Comics' were cranking out every other year starring Bill Bixby(RIP) as David Banner and Lou Ferrigno as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;the Incredible Hulk&lt;/span&gt;...does anyone remember &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the Trial of the Incredible Hulk with Daredevil&lt;/span&gt; in  black lycra tights wearing a mask with no eyeholes? What the fuck was Marvel thinking!?!  Of course Christopher Reeve (RIP) WAS &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Superman&lt;/span&gt; even if the franchise was dead in the water after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Superman III&lt;/span&gt;,which wasnt that bad a movie because you got to see a drunk Superman flicking peanuts at the mirror behind the bar. My favorite line has got to be when hes staggering out the bar with the 5 o'clock shadow and everybody's staring at him "What're you looking at Huh!?! What?!!"&lt;br /&gt;Then flies off all drunk like weaving in the air. Made me feel better knowing even Superman can go on a bender and still come out on top. But anyway back to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;1994 FF movie&lt;/span&gt;, Roger Corman HAD to make this movie before his rights to it expired so he took a initial 11 million dollar budget and cut it to 1 million and filmed this dreck in like a week. And it shows...BOY does it show. Doctor Doom,the ultimate badass of the Marvel U. is actually not that bad considering the anorexic version in the 2005 version,and at least Corman stays true to his costume in the books and his Latverian roots. But the overall script,acting (or lack thereof) and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;FF's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;COSTUMES&lt;/span&gt;...DAMN!!! If they were'nt the geeks of the Marvel Universe ALREADY Corman's movie solidified it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The FF&lt;/span&gt;,if nothing else,are like a Lost in Space type-family with leans to the Adamms Family in overall kookiness. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Reed Richards aka Mister Fantastic&lt;/span&gt; with the stretching ability is like a brainy Gomez Addams,bouncing here and there with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Invisible Girl&lt;/span&gt;,excuse me, Woman,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ben Grimm the Thing&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Human Torch&lt;/span&gt; as his safety nets to bring him down to Earth. To read too much into the family dynamic of the group would be to cheapen the characters individual personalities and  abilities and how they work together as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Fantastic Four&lt;/span&gt;. But what do I know,I've only followed these dorks stories' for almost 20 years...See for yourself.,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1 of 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="306"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/N0vgRoyKKgaxe3KqT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/N0vgRoyKKgaxe3KqT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="334" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xj5er_the-fantastic-four-1-of-2-version-1"&gt;The Fantastic Four 1 of 2 (version 1994)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/zhu"&gt;zhu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 of 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="306"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/2f84xVslEnVxc3Ks4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/2f84xVslEnVxc3Ks4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="334" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xj5gs_the-fantastic-four-2-of-2-version-1"&gt;The Fantastic Four 2 of 2 (version 1994)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/zhu"&gt;zhu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truly sad thing is...eleven years later the BIG-BUDGET flick directed by Tim Story wasnt much better...but it IS nice to revisit a simpler time of comic movies,before you had directors who were never fanboys like Story and Ang Lee trying to find the heroes' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;motivation&lt;/span&gt; (what motivation,Ang? Hulk Smash!) and over-artsifying what are already brilliantly crafted fantasy tales of suspense and astonishement. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excelsior!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36809071-116326563464944805?l=thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/feeds/116326563464944805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36809071&amp;postID=116326563464944805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116326563464944805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116326563464944805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/2006/11/worst-comic-movie-ever.html' title='Worst.  Comic.  Movie.  Ever.'/><author><name>zhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329362843746134528</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36809071.post-116326191149977653</id><published>2006-11-11T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T08:18:31.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Fashion Sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;MEN'S GUIDE TO SELECTING          THEIR CLOTHES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We all know that men are not quite as adept at fashion as women. In fact guys will pretty much wear anything, anytime, with anything. This creates the false impression that guys just "throw" any old thing on. This however is not the case. As this handy little guide points out, getting dressed is a highly complex and organized ritual for men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div align="center"&gt;          &lt;img src="http://www.lotsofjokes.com/images/graphic_clothes.gif" alt="Men's Dress Guide Graphic" height="600" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36809071-116326191149977653?l=thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/feeds/116326191149977653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36809071&amp;postID=116326191149977653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116326191149977653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116326191149977653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/2006/11/man-fashion-sense.html' title='Man Fashion Sense'/><author><name>zhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329362843746134528</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-36809071.post-116217155127934763</id><published>2006-10-29T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T17:25:51.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maiden Voyage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/4122/1600/Epson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/4122/320/Epson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once apon a Sunday dreary as I pondered missing Ozomatli at the VooDoo fest going on in New Orleans we speak. I care not that the Saints lost against the 4-2 Ravens from Baltimore or that the Falcons of Atlanta won against the Bengals of Cinncinati,I 'm only glad I didnt bet on either.  I'm only concerned with the online broadcast of the Fest on 'oz online. www.wwoz.org  Streaming radio must remain.&lt;br /&gt;Man Law.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36809071-116217155127934763?l=thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/feeds/116217155127934763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36809071&amp;postID=116217155127934763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116217155127934763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116217155127934763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/2006/10/maiden-voyage.html' title='Maiden Voyage'/><author><name>zhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329362843746134528</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36809071.post-116215848612641349</id><published>2006-10-29T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T13:48:06.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgin Voyage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/4122/1600/MyDad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/4122/320/MyDad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is it. I've put off the blog thing for a while now but after all the past 2 years had to bring me I guess I've got some shit to get off of my chest. If you are not a fan of the salty language and non-politically correct commentary than you can step off the ship now. Because once I draw anchor there is no going back until I reach my destination. Where that is I have NO idea,but I hope to find it in this wired black box and behind this keyboard. At least this will be cheaper than a shrink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36809071-116215848612641349?l=thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/feeds/116215848612641349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36809071&amp;postID=116215848612641349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116215848612641349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36809071/posts/default/116215848612641349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegypsyssatellite.blogspot.com/2006/10/virgin-voyage.html' title='Virgin Voyage'/><author><name>zhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329362843746134528</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></feed>
