<?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-31239762</id><updated>2011-06-08T07:50:26.680+01:00</updated><category term='meme'/><category term='grafitti'/><category term='Flange'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='blogger beta'/><category term='Philosophy'/><category term='oxymoron'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='savage chickens'/><category term='Mr Fab Sucks :P'/><category term='tag'/><category term='art'/><category term='Oxford'/><category term='light bulbs'/><category term='US Translations'/><category term='Photobloggin&apos;'/><category term='fridges'/><category term='terrorists'/><category term='schools'/><category term='inventions'/><category term='webcomics'/><category term='Russia'/><category term='way to cure boredom'/><category term='fats'/><category term='doughnuts'/><category term='nobel prizes'/><title type='text'>Life's Little Questions</title><subtitle type='html'>Vagaries of perception...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-8206814803653075962</id><published>2007-04-26T09:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:25:06.337+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I think colds should be taken more seriously.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it's just a snotty nose and a headache, but you know what?  This virus is trying to KILL me.  My body is currently &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saving my life!  &lt;/span&gt;However, if someone asked why I missed college, and I tell them that I have a cold, they'll think I'm a pansy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what, I'm DYING here!  Dying!  And no one cares but my immune system...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-8206814803653075962?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/8206814803653075962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=8206814803653075962' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/8206814803653075962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/8206814803653075962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-think-colds-should-be-taken-more.html' title='I think colds should be taken more seriously.'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-5282482569254987025</id><published>2007-04-23T16:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T16:40:14.544+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people act like these stupid phrases are 'normal' things to say?</title><content type='html'>"Looks like rain to me":  Example of a stupid phrase.  It actually looks like clouds.&lt;br /&gt;"It's trying to rain":  Example of a stupid phrase.  It is either raining or it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;"The sun's gone in":  Example of a stupid phrase.  It hasn't 'gone' anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they're just about the weather... There are loads of stupid phrases about, but we all just act like they're completely normal and sane things to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-5282482569254987025?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/5282482569254987025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=5282482569254987025' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/5282482569254987025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/5282482569254987025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-do-people-act-like-these-stupid.html' title='Why do people act like these stupid phrases are &apos;normal&apos; things to say?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-4430461724671046486</id><published>2007-04-19T14:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T15:01:01.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How can a phone number be OUT OF ORDER?!</title><content type='html'>Argh! I need to get a replacement birth certificate! Argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-4430461724671046486?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/4430461724671046486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=4430461724671046486' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/4430461724671046486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/4430461724671046486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-can-phone-number-be-out-of-order.html' title='How can a phone number be OUT OF ORDER?!'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-6785438547738512059</id><published>2007-04-17T16:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T16:36:53.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When people's tongues get stuck to something cold...</title><content type='html'>... why do they pull it off really quickly, thus hurting themselves, instead of just waiting for it to melt?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-6785438547738512059?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/6785438547738512059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=6785438547738512059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/6785438547738512059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/6785438547738512059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-peoples-tongues-get-stuck-to.html' title='When people&apos;s tongues get stuck to something cold...'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-7514127038519527360</id><published>2007-04-17T11:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T11:11:38.095+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is the game where if a contestant gets a question wrong, or doesn't score a point or whatever each time, called 'Sudden Death'?</title><content type='html'>It conjures up images of someone just being smited by Zeus... a tad over-dramatic, don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-7514127038519527360?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/7514127038519527360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=7514127038519527360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/7514127038519527360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/7514127038519527360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-is-game-where-if-contestant-gets.html' title='Why is the game where if a contestant gets a question wrong, or doesn&apos;t score a point or whatever each time, called &apos;Sudden Death&apos;?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-1563371401157097266</id><published>2007-04-16T16:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:37:50.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a cold?  That'll be £20 please!</title><content type='html'>Isn't it funny that we have to pay for basic human rights, like health? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, sure the NHS is free over here (most of the time), but I know in other countries it isn't.  And we pay for things like painkillers over the counter and stuff.  Surely if our health is a human right, we shouldn't need to feel like we can't afford it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, WHY DO I PAY TAX ON MY TAMPONS?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-1563371401157097266?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/1563371401157097266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=1563371401157097266' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/1563371401157097266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/1563371401157097266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2007/04/got-cold-thatll-be-20-please.html' title='Got a cold?  That&apos;ll be £20 please!'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-1213584955435291507</id><published>2007-04-10T17:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T17:32:07.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>If the Moon was made of cheese, would we be so interested in sending stuff up there to 'probe' it?  And, would we eat it?</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the crap post, I just thought I'd get myself into the habit of posting again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-1213584955435291507?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/1213584955435291507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=1213584955435291507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/1213584955435291507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/1213584955435291507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2007/04/if-moon-was-made-of-cheese-would-we-be.html' title='If the Moon was made of cheese, would we be so interested in sending stuff up there to &apos;probe&apos; it?  And, would we eat it?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-5233337814122813342</id><published>2007-01-25T15:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-01-25T15:04:50.979Z</updated><title type='text'>Did drivers of public transport get a pay rise after the terrorist attacks?</title><content type='html'>I don't think they deserve one, bastards.  Their job is just as dangerous as it was before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-5233337814122813342?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/5233337814122813342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=5233337814122813342' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/5233337814122813342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/5233337814122813342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2007/01/did-drivers-of-public-transport-get-pay.html' title='Did drivers of public transport get a pay rise after the terrorist attacks?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-9134504511023634889</id><published>2007-01-25T14:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-25T14:45:39.396Z</updated><title type='text'>Why don't we eat sheep?</title><content type='html'>Seriously.  Think about it.  We eat lamb and we eat mutton (when the sheep dies naturally), but we don't kill sheep to eat them.  Why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eat most other animals, even if they give us other products (like cows give milk/leather, chickens give eggs etc), but we don't eat sheep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-9134504511023634889?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/9134504511023634889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=9134504511023634889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/9134504511023634889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/9134504511023634889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-dont-we-eat-sheep.html' title='Why don&apos;t we eat sheep?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-6287234005458373640</id><published>2007-01-25T14:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-25T14:44:28.094Z</updated><title type='text'>"We're back, just like we said we'd be back..."</title><content type='html'>Pah. I hate it when people refer to themselves as 'we', it's so pretentious.  Anyway, exams are over, I get the results in March, so just now I have coursework and stuff... Which isn't so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yay anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-6287234005458373640?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/6287234005458373640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=6287234005458373640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/6287234005458373640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/6287234005458373640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2007/01/were-back-just-like-we-said-wed-be-back.html' title='&quot;We&apos;re back, just like we said we&apos;d be back...&quot;'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-5987017942593975181</id><published>2007-01-14T12:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-14T12:48:40.942Z</updated><title type='text'>How do you become a Horoscopist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.channel.aol.com/ch_horoscopes/large-aries"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 291px;" src="http://cdn.channel.aol.com/ch_horoscopes/large-aries" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Your desires are problematic today, for they don't support your long-term goals. You may be tempted to just disregard your illogical emotions and go ahead with your plans. But it's not that simple. You might not be able to talk yourself out of what you want. Give yourself a few days in order to make your decision."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; -- By Rick Levine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like little children wake up and go "Yeeeah! I want to write horoscopes when I grow up!!" it doesn't quite have the same ring to it as "Yeeeeah! I want to be an astronaut!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would they draw in school when asked what they want to be?  Little tiny thumbnails of rams, scales, fish etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point in his life Rick Levine thought, "you know what? It's time for a career change. I'm sick of being an accountant-- I know! I'll write people's horoscopes!"  Can you take a qualification for that, or is it just 'word of mouth' stuff about your legitimacy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think my Horoscope today it telling me that I'm going to get married. In 2 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-5987017942593975181?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/5987017942593975181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=5987017942593975181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/5987017942593975181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/5987017942593975181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-do-you-become-horoscopist.html' title='How do you become a Horoscopist?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-4441810525601996912</id><published>2007-01-14T11:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-14T11:08:26.101Z</updated><title type='text'>Why are kiwis furry?</title><content type='html'>No matter how strokeable they are, they will never make good pets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-4441810525601996912?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/4441810525601996912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=4441810525601996912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/4441810525601996912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/4441810525601996912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-are-kiwis-furry.html' title='Why are kiwis furry?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-2440029456305046510</id><published>2007-01-11T21:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T21:08:00.527Z</updated><title type='text'>Wouldn't it be cool if...</title><content type='html'>... Water glowed in the dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How pretty would rain be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-2440029456305046510?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/2440029456305046510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=2440029456305046510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/2440029456305046510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/2440029456305046510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2007/01/wouldnt-it-be-cool-if.html' title='Wouldn&apos;t it be cool if...'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-6447122958855005661</id><published>2007-01-11T13:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T13:53:05.028Z</updated><title type='text'>Stupid adjective of the week:</title><content type='html'>On the front of a bottle of soap I saw, to my bemusement, the phrase;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hygenically clean"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As opposed to what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean, but not hygenic?  Nice one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it boosted my confidence about the state of the NHS a whooole lot *rolls eyes*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a picture of it, but it's even worse than the last one, so I won't bother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-6447122958855005661?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/6447122958855005661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=6447122958855005661' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/6447122958855005661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/6447122958855005661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2007/01/stupid-adjective-of-week.html' title='Stupid adjective of the week:'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-960561895486443697</id><published>2007-01-11T13:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T13:50:34.157Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photobloggin&apos;'/><title type='text'>How many times have you been to the dentist and thought "hmm, you know I jcould just go for a shower right now"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Beya3zbYBc/RaZAXpe-iLI/AAAAAAAAACE/-Cl_4z_fhVE/s1600-h/11-01-07_1023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Beya3zbYBc/RaZAXpe-iLI/AAAAAAAAACE/-Cl_4z_fhVE/s320/11-01-07_1023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018769609767946418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently someone did.  That picture didn't come out very well... but that's a shower.  At my dentist surgery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, all my dentist things are free, America.  Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, that picture really is awful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-960561895486443697?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/960561895486443697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=960561895486443697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/960561895486443697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/960561895486443697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-many-times-have-you-been-to-dentist.html' title='How many times have you been to the dentist and thought &quot;hmm, you know I jcould just go for a shower right now&quot;?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Beya3zbYBc/RaZAXpe-iLI/AAAAAAAAACE/-Cl_4z_fhVE/s72-c/11-01-07_1023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-3979487818585973720</id><published>2007-01-08T20:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-08T20:53:14.659Z</updated><title type='text'>I know of chivalry, and I know you can be chivalrous, but can you be a Chival?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Chival?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-2863211224400991108</id><published>2007-01-07T21:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:10:36.224Z</updated><title type='text'>Why does water that comes from the bathroom taps taste different to water that comes from kitchen taps?</title><content type='html'>You know it does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-2863211224400991108?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-4946739739969701524</id><published>2007-01-07T09:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-07T10:00:52.053Z</updated><title type='text'>Why do you remember useless stuff, but forget what you really need to know?</title><content type='html'>You'll forget where your keys are, where the remote is, what you wanted when you went shopping... But remember how much change you've got in your wallet, random lines from films and... well, other random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I remember that the Labour Party's 1983 election manifesto was deemed 'the longest suicide note in history', but try getting me to remember Phillip Bobbit's six modalities that a Justice can use to judge a case and I'm lost.  Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, heaven forgive him, and forgive us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some rise by sin and some by virtue fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some run from breaks of ice and answer none, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And some condemed for a fault alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Measure For Measure, Escalus in Act 2, Scene 1.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/31239762-4946739739969701524?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/4946739739969701524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=4946739739969701524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/4946739739969701524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/4946739739969701524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-do-you-remember-useless-stuff-but.html' title='Why do you remember useless stuff, but forget what you really need to know?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-8276217479826716964</id><published>2007-01-06T17:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T17:58:48.452Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US Translations'/><title type='text'>Star-cross'd cultures...</title><content type='html'>I think I experienced what trying to converse with someone who speaks another language was like today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, today I went into one of the posh Oxfam shops and found some amaaazing classic literature books.  All leather-bound and old-looking.  They had a whole selection of Dickens, but even though I don't like him too much, it seemed such a shame to waste them (especially for 99p BOGOF!) that I had to buy a couple for my friend who does.  I also bought Shakespeare's Tragedies (I have them all anyway, it's just a nicer copy... It'll look good on my shelf), H.G Wells 'The Time Machine' and Percy Shelly &amp; Hopkins poetry.  All for £2.98 (US Translation: $50000). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train home I was reading Shelley's 'to the Skylark', or rather, rereading it, because I didn't quite understand it the first time round, but it sounded pretty.  And some MORON with an mp3 player on their phone started playing 'Fergalicious'(?) and some other stupid rap songs.  I swear I didn't understand half the words that were said, and it just distracted me from reading the poetry.  One of the best poets in history, a GENIUS and perfect lyricist.  I felt slightly blasphemist and guilty that my generation formed such stupid music.  Argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about mixed cultures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise for the Shakespeare references recently, I have been reading quite a lot of it.  Even though reading a play is a bit like reading music, it doesn't really make sense until it's actually played, I still like the language and stuff.  I wish I could go to the theatre more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-8276217479826716964?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/8276217479826716964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=8276217479826716964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/8276217479826716964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/8276217479826716964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2007/01/star-crossd-cultures.html' title='Star-cross&apos;d cultures...'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-4660065039344664614</id><published>2007-01-02T20:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T18:08:32.983Z</updated><title type='text'>Oh, exams, exams, wherefore art thou closed book?</title><content type='html'>I shan't be online much for the next 2-3 weeks because I have horrid exams coming up and need to revise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-4660065039344664614?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/4660065039344664614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=4660065039344664614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/4660065039344664614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/4660065039344664614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-exams-exams-where-for-art-thou.html' title='Oh, exams, exams, wherefore art thou closed book?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-6897634079924835799</id><published>2007-01-01T16:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-01T16:33:49.983Z</updated><title type='text'>But, Sir, I thought that was illegal?</title><content type='html'>"Remarriages increased from 57,000 in 1961 (14% of all marriages) to 126,000 in 2000 (41% of all marriages.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most remarriages involve divorced persons rather than widows and widowers.&lt;/span&gt;  The largest increase occurred between 1971 and 1972 following the introduction of the Divorce Reform Act of 1969."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Huh?  Widows and 'widowers'?  Surely 'widowers' referrs to those that made someone a widow, which would be... someone dead, right?  That's how the process of becoming a widow usually works, anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's rather blatent that someone who is divorced is more likely to get remarried than someone who is... dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*baffled.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-6897634079924835799?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/6897634079924835799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=6897634079924835799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/6897634079924835799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/6897634079924835799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2007/01/but-sir-i-thought-that-was-illegal.html' title='But, Sir, I thought that was illegal?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-3870621872829972546</id><published>2007-01-01T14:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-01-01T14:21:46.823Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oxymoron'/><title type='text'>Oxymoron of 2006:</title><content type='html'>"Nice guy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-3870621872829972546?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/3870621872829972546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=3870621872829972546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/3870621872829972546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/3870621872829972546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2007/01/oxymoron-of-2006.html' title='Oxymoron of 2006:'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-4211298828243339458</id><published>2006-12-31T20:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-31T21:01:23.292Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inventions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fridges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light bulbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nobel prizes'/><title type='text'>A stroke of genius?</title><content type='html'>Bethia:    you know what's really cool? The way the light in the fridge comes on when you open the door&lt;br /&gt;Bethia: but it goes off when you close it&lt;br /&gt;Bethia:    that was a stroke of genious&lt;br /&gt;Jason:    LOL&lt;br /&gt;Jason:    yes, it was in fact.&lt;br /&gt;Jason:    but what if the mechanism breaks?&lt;br /&gt;Bethia:    OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Jason:    what if when you close the door it's not really turning the light off?&lt;br /&gt;Jason:    you wouldn't be able to tell.&lt;br /&gt;Bethia:    the world would end!&lt;br /&gt;Jason:    LOL yes!&lt;br /&gt;Jason:    everybody would just run out of energy.&lt;br /&gt;Jason:    due to the hidden lit fridge bulbs.&lt;br /&gt;Bethia:    do the lights in fridges have Trade Unions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.  I mean, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really think about it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't it just pure genius?  Where would you be without it?  You spill milk in the fridge.  Oops!  Can't clean it up, there's no light!  Can't find the ham?  Tough!  There's no light.  Something gone mouldy?  Can't tell!  No light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the real question here is whether the light in the oven was invented before the fridge light, or the other way around.  Whichever came first, it obviously paved the way for the other kitchen appliances.  I mean, would microwaves really have 'caught on' if it hadn't been for the fact that you can see the food turning around inside?  No light, no turning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without those lights, there would be chaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the history (be careful, I researched this REALLY well!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The refridgerator was invented in 1876, and the first light bulb... around that time.  If you search for the date that the bulb was invented, you get a really stupid answer, but it was around that time.  So I figure, if it was just being patented at that time, Carl Paul Gottfried von Linde wouldn't have had one in his garage or wherever he invented the fridge... That makes me feel that someone, once owning Their First Refridgerator thought "Oh my, wouldn't it be simply &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;delightful&lt;/span&gt; to have a light in this fridge!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that or the inventor of the light bulb thought, "aha! if I could make sure that every one of THOSE had one of THESE, I'd sell millions!"  Which is unlikely, I think he'd be more worried about partying like it was 1999 after getting that patent, or whatever science geeks do to celebrate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on this evidence, I think the inventor should be given a Nobel Prize.  I thought about emailing them (I even wrote out the email) but then I found on the comments page:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Beya3zbYBc/RZghaeO1M0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/AyFwLykSt-o/s1600-h/nobel+prizes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Beya3zbYBc/RZghaeO1M0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/AyFwLykSt-o/s320/nobel+prizes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014794923752633154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE comments you say?  FREE?  Are there more expensive ones you can get?  First Class opinions?  Tut.  I'm not writing to them, those fascist bastards! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And then I got completely bored with the idea and gave up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My (free and therefore unworthy) opinion still stands.  If anyone else wants to tell them, please do so &lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-4211298828243339458?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/4211298828243339458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=4211298828243339458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/4211298828243339458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/4211298828243339458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/12/stroke-of-genius_31.html' title='A stroke of genius?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Beya3zbYBc/RZghaeO1M0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/AyFwLykSt-o/s72-c/nobel+prizes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-5014478139872986502</id><published>2006-12-31T19:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-31T19:34:37.430Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr Fab Sucks :P'/><title type='text'>Pointless Drivel and Great Art:  A Match Made in Heaven (A Pre-Raephelite Special)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Beya3zbYBc/RZgQTuO1MwI/AAAAAAAAABE/emhYhVp4UJw/s1600-h/Ophelia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Beya3zbYBc/RZgQTuO1MwI/AAAAAAAAABE/emhYhVp4UJw/s320/Ophelia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014776116090843906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Beya3zbYBc/RZgQTuO1MxI/AAAAAAAAABM/j-RkCOqbzD4/s1600-h/restrainingorder.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Beya3zbYBc/RZgQTuO1MxI/AAAAAAAAABM/j-RkCOqbzD4/s320/restrainingorder.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014776116090843922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Beya3zbYBc/RZgQT-O1MyI/AAAAAAAAABU/igsRSpY_Ni0/s1600-h/running.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Beya3zbYBc/RZgQT-O1MyI/AAAAAAAAABU/igsRSpY_Ni0/s320/running.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014776120385811234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Beya3zbYBc/RZgQfuO1MzI/AAAAAAAAABc/NsD9tUlvp_o/s1600-h/hareem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Beya3zbYBc/RZgQfuO1MzI/AAAAAAAAABc/NsD9tUlvp_o/s320/hareem.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014776322249274162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one isn't so clear, but it reads "Mr Fab was jealous of this man's penis and hareem"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-5014478139872986502?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/5014478139872986502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=5014478139872986502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/5014478139872986502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/5014478139872986502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/12/pointless-drivel-and-great-art-match.html' title='Pointless Drivel and Great Art:  A Match Made in Heaven (A Pre-Raephelite Special)'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Beya3zbYBc/RZgQTuO1MwI/AAAAAAAAABE/emhYhVp4UJw/s72-c/Ophelia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-429090757862707355</id><published>2006-12-29T21:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-29T21:22:10.536Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr Fab Sucks :P'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay, so &lt;a href="http://pointless-drivel.com/"&gt;Mr Fab&lt;/a&gt; 'tagged' me (for which I shall never, ever, ever forgive him)... I take it this isn't like what we used to play in the playground, where I now have to run around, get out of breath, then give up because everyone else was faster...  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In his words, "I am supposed to reveal five things about me that none of you know".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. I'm not a very fast runner and it doesn't take too long for me to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. When I get angry I practice Karate and pretend to aim at the person/people that annoyed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. I'm still amazed by the little light in the fridge... Did I make a post on that? I cna't remember...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. I'm really glad that I only have one more of these to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. I’m worried about why Mr Fab wanted to know 5 secrets about me... STALKER!... Or maybe he's worried about me running away with his wife, and wants to find out my weaknesses ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Can we tag-back? If we can, I tag Mr Fab back... Muahahaha.  Also, I tag &lt;a href="http://rantocracy.blogspot.com/"&gt;MC&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://ijustknowitsoutthere.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maven&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-429090757862707355?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/429090757862707355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=429090757862707355' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/429090757862707355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/429090757862707355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay-so-mr-fab-tagged-me-for-which-i.html' title=''/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-2882899251588263250</id><published>2006-12-26T11:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-26T11:04:41.446Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrorists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schools'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russia'/><title type='text'>Have you ever noticed that there is only one accent in Russia?</title><content type='html'>I've never been to Russia, but I used to learn Russian in one of my shcools, and he was from the country, as well as a few people in my school that were from there.  They all spoke the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,  if you see a film where the terrorists are Russian, you'll notice that they all have a singular Russian accent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you compare that to any other country, even one so small as England, that's really weird.  Every region has a different accent here, just like every state in America has a different accent, and there is a definitive difference between the North and the South. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russian is HUGE.  Why do they only have one accent?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-2882899251588263250?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/2882899251588263250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=2882899251588263250' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/2882899251588263250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/2882899251588263250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/12/have-you-ever-noticed-that-there-is.html' title='Have you ever noticed that there is only one accent in Russia?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-5873352745660028735</id><published>2006-12-25T21:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-25T21:32:08.880Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Who was the first person to stick Christmas and New Years together?</title><content type='html'>It wasn't God's marketing department, that's for sure.  Imagine how much money could be made from separate Christmas/New Year's cards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas &amp;amp; a Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-5873352745660028735?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/5873352745660028735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=5873352745660028735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/5873352745660028735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/5873352745660028735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/12/who-was-first-person-to-stick-christmas.html' title='Who was the first person to stick Christmas and New Years together?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-1843501976545778934</id><published>2006-12-24T19:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-24T19:34:54.020Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='webcomics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='savage chickens'/><title type='text'>Where did the 'kiss under the mistletoe' rule start?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.savagechickens.com/blog/2006/12/mistletoe.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; just made me think of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.savagechickens.com/blog/2006/12/mistletoe.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.savagechickens.com/images/chickenmistletoe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamelessly stolen from &lt;a href="http://www.savagechickens.com/blog/index.html"&gt;Savage Chickens&lt;/a&gt;, a webcomic about chickens that are drawn on post-it notes.  It's very funny, everyone should go read it :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-1843501976545778934?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/1843501976545778934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=1843501976545778934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/1843501976545778934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/1843501976545778934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/12/where-did-kiss-under-mistletoe-rule.html' title='Where did the &apos;kiss under the mistletoe&apos; rule start?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-8967139103102368939</id><published>2006-12-24T19:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-24T19:19:25.343Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How come your breath always smells/tastes really horrid when you wake up in the morning (especially if you wake up with someone you're going to kiss) but it doesn't smell if you don't go to sleep?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-8967139103102368939?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/8967139103102368939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=8967139103102368939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/8967139103102368939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/8967139103102368939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-come-your-breath-always.html' title=''/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-6929199113469573502</id><published>2006-12-22T14:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-22T14:48:42.048Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US Translations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='way to cure boredom'/><title type='text'>The best way to cure boredom.</title><content type='html'>On the release of the new Harry Potter title (Harry Potter and the Deathly Gallows, apparently) my friend and I were bashing about other possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and Hermione's Deathly Gallows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Fallopian Tube   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Ghetto Mofos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Pubic Wig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Three Wise Men:  An X-rated film (US Translation: 'movie')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter Hits Puberty: A Revelation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter Knows What You Did Last Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and the sequel...) Harry Potter Still Knows What You Did Last Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the pre-op Transexual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(better known as) Harry Potter and Hermione's Well-Kept Secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Teenage Pregnancy Scare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Genital Warts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Nice Man Who Promised Sweeties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and the sequel...) Harry Potter Returns Gary Glitter's Castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Wonders of Neverland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Malaysian Prostitute with VD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Rash That Wouldn't Go Away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-6929199113469573502?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/6929199113469573502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=6929199113469573502' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/6929199113469573502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/6929199113469573502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/12/best-way-to-cure-boredom.html' title='The best way to cure boredom.'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-2968192191513543002</id><published>2006-12-22T12:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-22T12:38:32.860Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US Translations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doughnuts'/><title type='text'>Is there a knack to spreading jam (US Translation: 'jelly') onto bagels?</title><content type='html'>If there is, I don't have it.  It just falls through the hooole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, whose idea was it to put a hole through the middle of some perfectly good bread?  It was a stupid idea.  Also, doughnuts (US Translation: 'donuts') shouldn't have holes in.  I've come to notice recently that our nice, British doughnuts (US Translation: 'donuts') have been replaced with those American (US Translation: 'The only people that matter! Wooo! Go, go Freedom Fries! Yay for the stars &amp; stripes!') ones with a hole in and icing on the top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Americans (US Translation: 'The only people that matter! Wooo! Go, go Freedom Fries! Yay for the stars &amp; stripes!').&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-2968192191513543002?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/2968192191513543002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=2968192191513543002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/2968192191513543002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/2968192191513543002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/12/is-there-knack-to-spreading-jam-us.html' title='Is there a knack to spreading jam (US Translation: &apos;jelly&apos;) onto bagels?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-662788795809077602</id><published>2006-12-21T17:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-21T17:48:21.551Z</updated><title type='text'>Love thy neighbour.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my neighbour, Neil, did the most evil thing to me today.  I saw him outside getting into his car so I went out, and the conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Being as you're in your caranyway, do you fancy giving me a lift to the bottom shop?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Sure, just get in&lt;br /&gt;Me: *gets in, commences random talk*&lt;br /&gt;Him [a few minutes later, when we're half way to the shop]: You're going to be freezing walking back&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hahahaha, good joke.&lt;br /&gt;Him: No, really, you're going to be freezing.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ... What...?&lt;br /&gt;Him: I'd bring you back, but I'm a bit pushed for time, I need to go to Manchester and I've got a bank appointment, I really don't have time.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ... What...?&lt;br /&gt;Him: I'm really sorry, I would usually&lt;br /&gt;Me: ... You're mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cold :(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-662788795809077602?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/662788795809077602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=662788795809077602' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/662788795809077602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/662788795809077602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-thy-neighbour.html' title='Love thy neighbour.'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-4763994018438281868</id><published>2006-12-19T11:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-19T12:02:22.712Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger beta'/><title type='text'>What's cooler than a box of crayons?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Beya3zbYBc/RYfUjOO1MuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_71hgKkcEeE/s1600-h/cooler+than+a+box+of+crayons.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Beya3zbYBc/RYfUjOO1MuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_71hgKkcEeE/s320/cooler+than+a+box+of+crayons.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010206812053779170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTS OF THINGS, YOU STUPID BETA VERSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE ARE LOTS OF THINGS THAT ARE COOLER THAN A BOX OF CRAYONS, BUT ONE OF THEM ISN'T CUSTOMISING MY BLOG WITH LAYOUTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Beta's information, things that are cooler than a box of crayons include;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Presents / the Lord being born / all that Christmas stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hanner Le Camel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex with Justin Timberlake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that Hanner will adore me for putting her above JT &lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jam sandwiches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Double-sided sticky tape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new love of the pantomine!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;These are just a few examples, you see.  But Beta was wrong.  Crayons are way cooler than the stupid beta idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-4763994018438281868?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/4763994018438281868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=4763994018438281868' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/4763994018438281868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/4763994018438281868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/12/whats-cooler-than-box-of-crayons.html' title='What&apos;s cooler than a box of crayons?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Beya3zbYBc/RYfUjOO1MuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_71hgKkcEeE/s72-c/cooler+than+a+box+of+crayons.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-654576395696257687</id><published>2006-12-19T11:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-19T11:29:08.329Z</updated><title type='text'>Why is Justin Timberlake so *fucking* hot?!</title><content type='html'>Oh. My. Lord.  There is a T4 special on him and I *swear* I got all tingly-like when he came on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a life, Bethia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-654576395696257687?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/654576395696257687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=654576395696257687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/654576395696257687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/654576395696257687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-is-justin-timberlake-so-fucking-hot.html' title='Why is Justin Timberlake so *fucking* hot?!'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-8235068834555357531</id><published>2006-12-18T13:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-18T13:38:58.120Z</updated><title type='text'>Why do I feel the need to apologise for my age?</title><content type='html'>Woman [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;patronising, even doing that bending-forward-slightly thing, just to let you know that you're younger and therefore more inferior to her&lt;/span&gt;]:   Are you over 18, ducky?&lt;br /&gt;Me [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slightly confused at being spoken to when on my way to Wilkinsons to buy chocolate oranges and candles&lt;/span&gt;]: Erm, no, sorry...&lt;br /&gt;Woman [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eyeing up next victim&lt;/span&gt;]: Alright, lovie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always do that.  'No, I'm not 18, you can't sell me your insurance/healthcare/double-glazed-windows, I'm so terribly sorry...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that being under 18 is a GOOD thing BECAUSE you can't sell me your useless crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one time I didn't apologise for my age was on the train on Friday.  This guy (age approx. 38) looked my up and down (I was looking STUNNING, I do admit) and asked me how old I was.  I looked at him and retorted, "If you have to ask, you shouldn't be thinking about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One up to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-8235068834555357531?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/8235068834555357531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=8235068834555357531' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/8235068834555357531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/8235068834555357531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-do-i-feel-need-to-apologise-for-my.html' title='Why do I feel the need to apologise for my age?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-8437340032246456683</id><published>2006-12-09T14:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-09T14:20:34.394Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photobloggin&apos;'/><title type='text'>Surely if he's that small, he doesn't need the lubricant?</title><content type='html'>... Or have I got this completely wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Beya3zbYBc/RXrGEUPgwYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bfyb8JLfRFk/s1600-h/07-12-06_1248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Beya3zbYBc/RXrGEUPgwYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bfyb8JLfRFk/s320/07-12-06_1248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006531713231274370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-8437340032246456683?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/8437340032246456683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Beya3zbYBc/RXrCbkPgwWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4Gb2a06gzM/s1600-h/05-12-06_1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Beya3zbYBc/RXrCbkPgwWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4Gb2a06gzM/s320/05-12-06_1419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006527714616721762" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chesterfield:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Beya3zbYBc/RXrCm0PgwXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PetCap-UUn0/s1600-h/07-12-06_1254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Beya3zbYBc/RXrCm0PgwXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PetCap-UUn0/s320/07-12-06_1254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006527907890250098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-7045834825533431347?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/7045834825533431347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=7045834825533431347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/7045834825533431347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/7045834825533431347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/12/difference-between-chesterfield-and.html' title='The difference between Chesterfield and Oxford...'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Beya3zbYBc/RXrCbkPgwWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4Gb2a06gzM/s72-c/05-12-06_1419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116559506379818229</id><published>2006-12-08T16:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:24:23.796Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flange'/><title type='text'>If you had a flange, and it could talk, what would it say?</title><content 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116557851211238871</id><published>2006-12-08T11:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-08T11:48:32.130Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Reading at the Speed of Light.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"You cannot wake her, for we are talking in space, not time."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116557851211238871?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116557851211238871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116491741927920779</id><published>2006-11-30T20:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-30T20:10:19.456Z</updated><title type='text'>Seriously, I need to get a life...</title><content type='html'>01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink&lt;br /&gt;02. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;03. Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive {NFS won't count, would it?}&lt;br /&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;06. Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08. Said “I love you” and meant it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. Hugged a tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;10. Bungee jumped&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;15. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;19. Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;20. Changed a baby’s diaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;22. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;24. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Had a food fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;29. Asked out a stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Had a snowball fight&lt;/strong&gt; {and also learn't the hard way that hailstone balls ain't snowballs}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Seen a total eclipse of the moon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;35. Hit a home run (Bethias don't run...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Adopted an accent for an entire day &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;39. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Visited all 50 states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Taken care of someone who was drunk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Had amazing friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;44. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. Stolen a sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;47. Taken a road-trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. Gone rock climbing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;49. Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;51. Visited Ireland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Visited Japan&lt;br /&gt;55. Milked a cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. Alphabetized your CDs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Played touch football&lt;br /&gt;61. Gone scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;62. Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Played in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;65. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;67. Started a business&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Toured ancient sites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Played D&amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;72. Gotten married&lt;br /&gt;73. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;74. Crashed a party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;76. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;77. Made cookies from scratch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;79. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;80. Gotten a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;81. Rafted the Snake River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;82. Been on television news programs as an “expert”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;83. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Performed on stage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Been to Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;86. Recorded music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;87. Eaten shark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Kissed on the first date&lt;br /&gt;89. Gone to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;90. Bought a house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;91. Been in a combat zone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;92. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;94. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;br /&gt;96. Raised children&lt;br /&gt;97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;104. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;105. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;br /&gt;107. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;108. Piloted an airplane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;109. Touched a stingray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;110. Broken someone’s heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;112. Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;113. Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;114. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115. Had a facial part pierced other than your ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;118. Ridden a horse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. Had major surgery&lt;br /&gt;120. Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124. Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;126. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;127. Eaten sushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;128. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;129. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130. Gone back to school&lt;br /&gt;131. Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;132. Touched a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;133. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;134. Read The Iliad &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;135. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;140. Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;141. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream&lt;br /&gt;142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;143. Built your own PC from parts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;145. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;146. Dyed your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;147. Been a DJ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;148. Shaved your head&lt;br /&gt;149. Caused a car accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;150. Saved someone’s life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now if you read all that you need to get out more... and I need to get out more because I've done hardly any of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering about the bulk posting, I don't come online everyday so these are all the things I've thought of since Monday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116491741927920779?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116491741927920779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116491741927920779' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116491741927920779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116491741927920779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/seriously-i-need-to-get-life.html' title='Seriously, I need to get a life...'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116491678716546499</id><published>2006-11-30T19:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-30T19:59:47.176Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flange'/><title type='text'>Lacking in Common Sense, perhaps?</title><content type='html'>My friends are so VERY intelligent, but sometimes they seem to lack basic common sense ("Can rivers flow North?", "Spermicide? Isn't that what you put on crops?" etc...) but I think today topped it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I  don't have my phone on me, so I can't call you to see where you are... I'll meet you in Peacocks [the coffee place] at 1?&lt;br /&gt;Han &amp; Ash:  Yeah, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a while later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash: We're going to be late, but we can't call Beth...&lt;br /&gt;Han:  Text her instead!&lt;br /&gt;Ash: Okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sends text 'We're Primarking just up the road'*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (also turning up 15 minutes late): Heya&lt;br /&gt;Han: We sent a text to tell you that we were going to be late, but then remembered that not having your phone means you can't recieve texts, either.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3 My friends! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116491678716546499?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116491678716546499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116491678716546499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116491678716546499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116491678716546499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/lacking-in-common-sense-perhaps.html' title='Lacking in Common Sense, perhaps?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116491505661731129</id><published>2006-11-30T19:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-30T19:30:56.616Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>... Subsequently followed by 'Philosophy at its best'...</title><content type='html'>I was talking to my careers advisor yesterday about my &lt;a href="http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-got-interview-at-oxford-university.html"&gt;interview&lt;/a&gt;, and she showed me a past exam paper from Philosophy &amp; Modern Languages courses, which was as close to my course (&lt;a href="http://www.admissions.ox.ac.uk/courses/ppec.shtml"&gt;Philosophy, Politics and Economics&lt;/a&gt;) as she could get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the questions was asking about counterexamples and formulating arguments etc, and a statement given was: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A square has more sides than a triangle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So a square triangle has more sides than itself.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hmm.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116491505661731129?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116491505661731129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116491505661731129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116491505661731129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116491505661731129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/subsequently-followed-by-philosophy-at.html' title='... Subsequently followed by &apos;Philosophy at its best&apos;...'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116491462277943093</id><published>2006-11-30T19:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-30T19:23:42.790Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photobloggin&apos;'/><title type='text'>Fashion at its best?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/93/710/1600/194130/Separated%20at%20Birth%20Richie%20Fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 144px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/93/710/1600/194130/Separated%20at%20Birth%20Richie%20Fly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unashamedly stolen from the wonderful blog of &lt;a href="http://thoughtnuggets.blogspot.com/"&gt;ThoughtNuggets&lt;/a&gt;.  (&lt;a href="http://thoughtnuggets.blogspot.com/2006/11/separated-at-birth-social-butterfly.html"&gt;Here for direct link to that post...&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116491462277943093?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116491462277943093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116491462277943093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116491462277943093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116491462277943093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/fashion-at-its-best.html' title='Fashion at its best?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116490725524069083</id><published>2006-11-30T17:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-30T17:20:55.250Z</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it ironic that in an emergency on a bus you have to break some glass to get a hammer to break the glass?</title><content type='html'>It just struck me on the way home on Tuesday :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116490725524069083?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116490725524069083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116490725524069083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116490725524069083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116490725524069083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/isnt-it-ironic-that-in-emergency-on.html' title='Isn&apos;t it ironic that in an emergency on a bus you have to break some glass to get a hammer to break the glass?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116490640352403664</id><published>2006-11-30T17:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-30T17:06:44.370Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photobloggin&apos;'/><title type='text'>&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3796/3086/1600/555979/Flowers5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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                                                               &lt;3&lt;3 My Captain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116490640352403664?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116490640352403664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116490640352403664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116490640352403664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116490640352403664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/333.html' title='&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116466022389645693</id><published>2006-11-27T20:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-27T20:44:32.746Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photobloggin&apos;'/><title type='text'>Why build the top before the bottom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3796/3086/1600/430793/unfinished%20building.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3796/3086/400/256384/unfinished%20building.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the top half is finished, yet the bottom half is still breezeblocks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the background there is another one of Derbyshire's exceptional buildings... the Crooked Spire.  So called because they tried to build a church, but the spire got bent somewhere along the process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows why, either :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A classic example of how things are done differently Up Norff. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Coincidentally, this is post 100.  Go me!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116466022389645693?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116466022389645693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116466022389645693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116466022389645693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116466022389645693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-build-top-before-bottom.html' title='Why build the top before the bottom?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116462660641851470</id><published>2006-11-27T11:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-27T11:23:26.426Z</updated><title type='text'>How sticky is your sticky toffee pudding?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"... But a former BBC colleague of mine was offered a truly tough poser the other day. She has quit the Beeb and with her twin sister fulfilled their ambition of opening a tea room in the Norfolk village of Wells-next-the-Sea. It is called Bean2theCoast. and I'm told it's very good. On their first day a woman came in and demanded, "just how sticky is your sticky-toffee pudding?"&lt;br /&gt;What possible answer could there be? I suppose you could try cod science, claiming "it has been rated at 8.9 on the Hohenburg-Lipfzer scale of stickiness". Or you could just hold up a twig and shout: "Look! this is a stick! Well, I'd have you know that our pudding is much stickier than this!""&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scooped from &lt;a href="http://politics.guardian.co.uk/columnist/story/0,,1956709,00.html"&gt;Simon Hoggart's column&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116462660641851470?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116462660641851470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116462660641851470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116462660641851470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116462660641851470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-sticky-is-your-sticky-toffee.html' title='How sticky is your sticky toffee pudding?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116449043703443812</id><published>2006-11-25T21:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-25T21:33:57.050Z</updated><title type='text'>Justice?</title><content type='html'>[Scooped from &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/northern_ireland/6184614.stm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one get jailed for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"nearly 700 years"&lt;/span&gt; and then get out after three, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; have the cheek to try and blow up the Northern Ireland Assembly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love how our Courts system will actually sentence someone for 700 years.  Where the fuck did that come from?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116449043703443812?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116449043703443812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116449043703443812' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116449043703443812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116449043703443812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/justice.html' title='Justice?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116445553989124866</id><published>2006-11-25T11:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-25T11:52:19.893Z</updated><title type='text'>How does James Bond survive?</title><content type='html'>I've never met someone that doesn't like James Bond films, although I have met someone that has never seen one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how come it can still go on even though the main actor changes periodically?  Think about it.  Are there any other sequels that are good, even though the actors have changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you have liked the second &amp; third Lord of the Rings films if Frodo wasn't played by Elajah Wood, or if Pierce Brosnan suddenly played Aragorn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how come JB is that good?  What is it about that film that can make it stay *so* good even when he is played by so many different people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the new JB is AMAZING.  Other than the fact he fell in love, that was perhaps the down point, but at least he got (kind of) betrayed... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things that annoyed me:  The fact that I thought it was going to end about 4 times before it actually did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid Americanisms in the script.  I'm glad they got British actors, but making them say "bloody" in an English accent doesn't make for a good English script.  English people don't pick up their "cell phones."  We pick up our mobiles.  That's one example, I can't think of the other things now, but it was really irritating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.  In future, Mr American Film Company, if you want an English script, get an English script writer, or at least get it proof read by one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116445553989124866?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116445553989124866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116445553989124866' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116445553989124866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116445553989124866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-does-james-bond-survive.html' title='How does James Bond survive?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116445512583848265</id><published>2006-11-25T11:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-25T11:45:25.846Z</updated><title type='text'>Why do chavs congregate around McDondalds and bus stops?</title><content type='html'>There are far better places to stand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Gemmypoops was saying how you don't want to stand at the bus stop near them, lest passers-by think that you're actually associated with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116445512583848265?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116445512583848265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116445512583848265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116445512583848265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116445512583848265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-do-chavs-congregate-around.html' title='Why do chavs congregate around McDondalds and bus stops?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116444654495418114</id><published>2006-11-25T09:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-25T09:22:24.963Z</updated><title type='text'>I got an interview at Oxford University!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116444654495418114?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116444654495418114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116444654495418114' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116444654495418114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116444654495418114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-got-interview-at-oxford-university.html' title='I got an interview at Oxford University!!'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116397342737134624</id><published>2006-11-19T21:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:00:17.243Z</updated><title type='text'>How do you get in touch with a woman who is complacent to a man vomiting on her?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason:&lt;/span&gt;  and now just when i thought i'd seen everything, there is now a show on where the dude has a fantasy of throwing up on women and is cheating on his girlf with a girl that doesn't mind him doing that and he has just thrown up on her live on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason: &lt;/span&gt; and they're sitting in a puddle of vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bethia: &lt;/span&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bethia: &lt;/span&gt; how did he get in touch with such a woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bethia:&lt;/span&gt;  a personal ad in a newspaper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bethia:&lt;/span&gt;  "Male, 24, WLTM woman who wouldn't mind me vomiting on her, GSOH, likes long walks on the beach"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116397342737134624?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116397342737134624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116397342737134624' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116397342737134624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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restarts.   Conspiracy, anyone? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116393673334347129?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116393673334347129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116393673334347129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116393673334347129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116393673334347129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/microsoft-word-of-god.html' title='MicroSoft &gt; The Word of God?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116385950931376561</id><published>2006-11-18T14:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-18T14:18:29.323Z</updated><title type='text'>OMFUX0RSEXHOWGOODAREMUSE?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went to &lt;a href="http://www.muse.mu"&gt;Muse's&lt;/a&gt; (sell-out) tour at &lt;a href="http://www.nottingham-arena.co.uk/"&gt;Nottingham Arena&lt;/a&gt; and it was by far the best gig IN THE WORLD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I can't be bothered to type it all out, but it was AMAZING.  They put so much money into graphics and stuff.  Wow.  It was so cool.  If anyone manages to get tickets, you should go.  If not, BUY ALL THEIR ALBUMS AND GO NEXT TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116385950931376561?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116385950931376561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116385950931376561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116385950931376561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116385950931376561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/omfux0rsexhowgoodaremuse.html' title='OMFUX0RSEXHOWGOODAREMUSE?!?!'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116377400634352999</id><published>2006-11-17T14:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-17T14:33:26.353Z</updated><title type='text'>Teenagers having intelligent conversations?</title><content type='html'>I was walking up to town from college today and overheard a group of people conversing over 'elections'.  I was very impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;del&gt;(Note: they may have said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;erections&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/del&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/31239762-116377400634352999?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116377400634352999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116377400634352999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116377400634352999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116377400634352999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/teenagers-having-intelligent.html' title='Teenagers having intelligent conversations?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116371131579506298</id><published>2006-11-16T21:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-16T21:08:35.796Z</updated><title type='text'>Is the Bible copyrighted?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116371131579506298?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116371131579506298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116371131579506298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116371131579506298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116371131579506298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/is-bible-copyrighted.html' title='Is the Bible copyrighted?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116371076246418236</id><published>2006-11-16T20:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-16T20:59:22.476Z</updated><title type='text'>So, Tom, have you ever met the President of France?</title><content type='html'>I went on a politics trip to De Montfort University yesterday, and it was actually surprisingly interesting (aside from watching the sun rise whilst on the bus to the train station...) as the two ex-Congressmen that were there, Tom Downey and Lou Frey were pretty funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the stories that Tom told was about when he met the President.  He was pretty high up in the Democrat Party rankings and a 'personal friend' of Al Gore, and was Gore's debating partner leading up to the presidential candidate debates.  Apparently they take those things pretty seriously over there, and being a debate partner means you have to dress, talk and act like the person that Gore would be debating and have mock-debates whilst being filmed in that character.  So Tom has to be Bush for a while, and he prepares by watching *every* interview, reading *every* speech and has to mimic everything he'd say (a pretty easy task when you're pretending to be Bush...). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day he was preparing when his secretary walks in saying that they've got post (or 'mail') and when he opened it it was all the notes from the Republican party debates, including two tapes.  He put one tape into the video player and played it for a few seconds, when he looked at all the people in his office, stopped it and told everyone that they couldn't rewind it.  He called the FBI, who took 5 hours to get there, and they took the tapes away and eventually found out that it was some bitter woman that had sent them over.  After this, he had to stay away from Gore for the rest of the election campaign because obviously people wouldn't believe that he hadn't read the material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in one of the debates someone asked Bush what he thought of Tom Downey and, surprisingly, he answered "Oh, sure! He's a great guy! If I ever met him I'd shake his hand!".  'Hah! I'll shake your hand when Gore is President and I'm Secretary of State,' thought Tom.  Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was about 5 years later at the Prague castle for a UN meeting that he eventually got to meet him.  He wasn't in Congress anymore and was supporting another Democrat person there, and was standing with a big camera around his neck, looking like a 'smartly dressed American tourist'.  The only people that were there were those two, the President and however many world leaders, as everyone else had been pushed away by Secret Service.  He thought that this would be a good time to get that handshake, and so when he got eye contact, he introduced himself, expecting Bush to just go "... you're /who/??".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom:  Mr President, I'm Tom Downey, I'd like to get that handshake you promised me.&lt;br /&gt;Bush:  Wow!! Tom Downey! *pulls him into a bear hug*  Look everyone, this is Tom Downey, he's a really great guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And continued introducing him to his wife etc, and briefly told the story about what had happened with the papers.  Secret Service started moving the group into the Castle, and Tom thought he'd make the most of this meeting, and went to talk to the president.  He said he was impressed with the time that he did running (only something that someone who had spent hours watching every interview with him would have known) and Bush started talking about how much he can benchpress and they were having a good chat etc, when Jacques Chirac tries to stick his head in the middle of them to get in on the conversation, completely ignored by Bush.  Bush's advisors were like "I think you should talk to Chirac..." so he stopped, turned around and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush: So, Tom, have you ever met the President of France?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom: No, Sir, I don't believe I have.&lt;br /&gt;Bush: Tom, this is Jacques Chirac, President of France; Jacques, this is Tom Downey... a close friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Then put his arm around Tom, completely blocking Chirac out and continued talking about exercise machines with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was excellent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116371076246418236?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116371076246418236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116371076246418236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116371076246418236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116371076246418236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-tom-have-you-ever-met-president-of.html' title='So, Tom, have you ever met the President of France?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116352971216926456</id><published>2006-11-14T18:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:41:52.176Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photobloggin&apos;'/><title type='text'>In Scotland, how do you know which public toilet to go into...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wmc.ac.uk/quiz/medical_quiz/images/toilet_door.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.wmc.ac.uk/quiz/medical_quiz/images/toilet_door.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... because surely in the gender icons, they're both wearing skirts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116352971216926456?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116352971216926456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116352971216926456' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116352971216926456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116352971216926456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-scotland-how-do-you-know-which.html' title='In Scotland, how do you know which public toilet to go into...'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116334970560804147</id><published>2006-11-12T16:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:41:45.610Z</updated><title type='text'>Why do I feel like the PM shouldn't have been there...?</title><content type='html'>I watched about half an hour of the &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/6140592.stm"&gt;Remembrance Sunday ceremony&lt;/a&gt; on television last night, and some of the speakers were saying prayers for the PM and rest of the government, which I found a bit offensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awkward to hold ceremonies like that when we are in active war at the time, with soldiers that are dying everyday, or whatever the current stat is.  But to make things worse, the OhSoChristian Mr Blair was sat there with his poppy, (hehehehe, I just wrote 'poopy' by accident) seemingly not taking any responsibility for the war that the People didn't want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't think he should have been there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116334970560804147?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116334970560804147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116334970560804147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116334970560804147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116334970560804147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-do-i-feel-like-pm-shouldnt-have.html' title='Why do I feel like the PM shouldn&apos;t have been there...?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116334814599708852</id><published>2006-11-12T15:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:15:46.330Z</updated><title type='text'>Things I Like...</title><content type='html'>I realised recently that I hate a lot of things, including the fact that &lt;a href="http://rantocracy.blogspot.com/2006/11/big-3-24-hour-news-channels-hit.html"&gt;celebrities get more recognition than they deserve&lt;/a&gt;, and the fact that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heat_%28magazine%29"&gt;people actually care about these things&lt;/a&gt;.  Grr.  That makes me angry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... no it doesn't.  I'm a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; person.  Anyway... my list of things I like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends' idiosyncracies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The things in my Box of Sentiment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The relationship between my mother and I...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; ... and the way that I'll never have that with anyone else :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My religion (sorry everyone, I do actually believe that shit :( )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photographs, the kind you can hold and touch and pass around, not the digital kind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Age of Information&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The people in my village, despite all their inbred faults&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walking in snow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walking in rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beaches when the sand is hot and burns your toes :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beaches at dusk, with picnics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just being held.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that I can talk to my friends for hours, and never know what has actually been said&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hot emo boys &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading hand written letters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing my brother at Christmas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing people happy at Christmas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remembering happy times with old friends and wondering whether they remember the same thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Things and people that are better left in the past&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wearing new underwear for the first time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not having a busy schedule&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping in late&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/i.jpg"&gt;My house&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ever-evolving English language&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The freedom of the countryside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going out and leaving my phone at home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Receiving an unexpected text that makes me smile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In-jokes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116334814599708852?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116334814599708852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116334814599708852' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116334814599708852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116334814599708852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/things-i-like.html' title='Things I Like...'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116326004677237676</id><published>2006-11-11T15:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:47:26.783Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photobloggin&apos;'/><title type='text'>How did Edward Scissorhands put on his make up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kimskorner.zed1.net/albums/Answers01/edwardiso.thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://kimskorner.zed1.net/albums/Answers01/edwardiso.thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116326004677237676?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116326004677237676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116326004677237676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116326004677237676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116326004677237676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-did-edward-scissorhands-put-on-his.html' title='How did Edward Scissorhands put on his make up?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116325082953991219</id><published>2006-11-11T13:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-29T15:18:01.336Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photobloggin&apos;'/><title type='text'>10 Ways To Know You're Emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3796/3086/1600/07-11-06_1633.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You want to marry Tim Burton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You try to hide as much of your face behind your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It's not that you only like the colour black, it's just... all the best clothes come in that colour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You hate songs where the lyrics don't "mean something".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You may be married to Tim Burton, but Johnny Depp is having your babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You're not gay, you just like kissing other boys, I mean -- who doesn't?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. All your friends have the same hair style as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You know the lyrics to all the songs in 'The Nightmare Before Christmas'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Writing poems is the only way you have to truly 'express yourself'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Beth follows you round and wants your babies, ogm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116325082953991219?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116325082953991219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116325082953991219' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116325082953991219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116325082953991219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/10-ways-to-know-youre-emo.html' title='10 Ways To Know You&apos;re Emo'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116319051175706216</id><published>2006-11-10T20:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-10T20:28:31.763Z</updated><title type='text'>Why do people use hands-free kits when their hands are perfectly free already?</title><content type='html'>I saw this on the bus today, whilst having a trip-down-memory-lane with a guy I hadn't seen for over a year.  A guy sat next to me on the back seat (because I'm a dirty rebel like that) kept using his hands-free kit... even though he was sat down on a bus just staring absent-mindly out of the window.  ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR STUPID TOYS DO NOT MAKE YOU LOOK 'COOL' WHEN YOU'RE USING THEM UNNECESSARILY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They only look good when you're walking down the street multi-tasking.  Like business people in films.  They are the only people that can use hands free kits.  Everyone else just sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116319051175706216?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116319051175706216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116319051175706216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116319051175706216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116319051175706216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-do-people-use-hands-free-kits-when.html' title='Why do people use hands-free kits when their hands are perfectly free already?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116309293398426691</id><published>2006-11-09T17:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-09T17:22:57.850Z</updated><title type='text'>What do you do when the fire alarm goes off, but you're in the shower?</title><content type='html'>Thankfully, this has never happened to me, but it's troubled me for at least 3 years.  With my fear of nakedness and exposure, I don't know what to do.  Obviously, the sensible thing is to get out straight away, wrap a towel round you and, if you have time, grab some clothes to put on after you've escaped the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never leave the house without any clothes on already, I'd have to wait and put clothes on whilst still in the house.  And quickly, too, because I wouldn't want a fireman/woman/person/PC Term, to come in whilst I was still half-dressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you, hygiene!  You're so inconvenient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit:  Fires are perhaps the more inconvient thing of the two...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116309293398426691?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116309293398426691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116309293398426691' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116309293398426691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116309293398426691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-do-you-do-when-fire-alarm-goes.html' title='What do you do when the fire alarm goes off, but you&apos;re in the shower?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116309275413321349</id><published>2006-11-09T17:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-09T17:19:14.140Z</updated><title type='text'>What do you do when the phone rings, but you're on the toilet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116309275413321349?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116274984000517478</id><published>2006-11-05T18:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-11-05T18:04:00.006Z</updated><title type='text'>I hate fireworks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116274984000517478?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116274984000517478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116274984000517478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116274984000517478'/><link 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116274971107377047</id><published>2006-11-05T17:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-05T18:01:51.080Z</updated><title type='text'>My favourite thing:</title><content type='html'>Using the word 'again' inappropriately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  You will tell me when dinner is ready, won't you?  &lt;br /&gt;Mummy:  Of course...&lt;br /&gt;Me:  And you won't put it outside in the rain again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I'll wee on your bed again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially like when it's said in public, and the other mothers look very confused and worried for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116274971107377047?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116274971107377047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116274971107377047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116274971107377047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116274971107377047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-favourite-thing.html' title='My favourite thing:'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116274753678198595</id><published>2006-11-05T17:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:25:36.790Z</updated><title type='text'>What is the purpose of a yawn?</title><content type='html'>... other than giving away that you're really bored in class...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116274753678198595?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116274753678198595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116274753678198595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116274753678198595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116274753678198595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-is-purpose-of-yawn.html' title='What is the purpose of a yawn?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116228869955638980</id><published>2006-10-31T09:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:58:19.563Z</updated><title type='text'>Censorship for the win?</title><content type='html'>I was recently researching a &lt;del&gt;dirty, fat lesbian&lt;/del&gt; feminist for Gender Studies, and one of the pages about her was blocked by the college firewall for containing, and I quote, "Politics, Opinion and Religion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was weird.  I started researching at a college in the freedom-of-speech UK, but ended up in China :/.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116228869955638980?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116228869955638980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116228869955638980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116228869955638980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116228869955638980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/10/censorship-for-win.html' title='Censorship for the win?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116211571253977359</id><published>2006-10-29T09:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-29T09:55:12.550Z</updated><title type='text'>Things That Are Just Wrong.</title><content type='html'>Heterosexual couples where the female is bigger/fatter/taller than the male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that whenever I mop, I mop either myself or the bucket into a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that, of the previous statement, it's usually the former that happens :(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116211571253977359?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116211571253977359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116211571253977359' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116211571253977359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116211571253977359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/10/things-that-are-just-wrong.html' title='Things That Are Just Wrong.'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116152401377121195</id><published>2006-10-22T14:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T14:33:33.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How slow can you waterski?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3796/3086/1600/Slow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3796/3086/320/Slow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, they put the best question on the cover of the book.  The others inside were dull.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116152401377121195?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116152401377121195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116152401377121195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116152401377121195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116152401377121195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-slow-can-you-waterski.html' title='How slow can you waterski?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116091814544966762</id><published>2006-10-15T14:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T14:15:45.466+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photobloggin&apos;'/><title type='text'>Which came first, Ariel the washing powder or Ariel the mermaid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3796/3086/1600/Ariel.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3796/3086/320/Ariel.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116091814544966762?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116091814544966762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116091814544966762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116091814544966762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116091814544966762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/10/which-came-first-ariel-washing-powder.html' title='Which came first, Ariel the washing powder or Ariel the mermaid?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116083582846265620</id><published>2006-10-14T15:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:23:48.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it with people and "Just In Case"?</title><content type='html'>Bring a spare pair of underwear, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always bring an umbrella, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save that work twice, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check that the eggs aren't broken, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had to use my 'spare pair', or have it rain when I've brought an umbrella, or had work lost because the first time the save button didn't work, or picked up a box of eggs that had a broken one in!  Argh!  It drives me insane!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116083582846265620?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116083582846265620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116083582846265620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116083582846265620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116083582846265620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-is-it-with-people-and-just-in.html' title='What is it with people and &quot;Just In Case&quot;?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116075270880500675</id><published>2006-10-13T16:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T16:18:28.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How much money would you spend on a pet?</title><content type='html'>I ask this because I was standing at the bus stop and (unfortunately) I was listening to someone's conversation about how her dog had to have an operation and it cost her, wait for it, £900!  And it might come out with brain damage anyway.  £900!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't pay that.  I'd rather have it put down and buy a new one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez.  Is it just me that isn't insane?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116075270880500675?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116075270880500675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116075270880500675' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116075270880500675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116075270880500675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-much-money-would-you-spend-on-pet.html' title='How much money would you spend on a pet?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116057995883484163</id><published>2006-10-11T16:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T16:19:18.843+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flange'/><title type='text'>What do you think of when you think "Flange Plunger?"</title><content type='html'>(Picture to be added later, it's not working right now.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116057995883484163?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116057995883484163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116057995883484163' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116057995883484163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116057995883484163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-do-you-think-of-when-you-think.html' title='What do you think of when you think &quot;Flange Plunger?&quot;'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116057927591366184</id><published>2006-10-11T16:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T16:07:55.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who was it that woke up one morning and thought "Wow, it'd be really great if I could tie some elastic round my waist and jump off a bridge, cliff, building, or something else really high"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also... why did people take him/her seriously?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans as a collective are rather insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116057927591366184?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116057927591366184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116057927591366184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116057927591366184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116057927591366184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/10/who-was-it-that-woke-up-one-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116025436521556482</id><published>2006-10-07T21:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T21:52:45.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the guy from Simon &amp; Garfunkel really called 'Garfunkel'?</title><content type='html'>If so, that's really unfortunate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116025436521556482?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116025436521556482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116025436521556482' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116025436521556482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116025436521556482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/10/is-guy-from-simon-garfunkel-really.html' title='Is the guy from Simon &amp; Garfunkel really called &apos;Garfunkel&apos;?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-116023123356837085</id><published>2006-10-07T15:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T15:27:13.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you reply to "I'm going to a funeral tomorrow morning"?</title><content type='html'>Seriously.  Someone said this to me and throughout the long, awkward silence I dismissed answers such as "really?  How did they die?" and "It happens to the best of us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... it was long, it was awkward, and I reeeally hope it doesn't happen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-116023123356837085?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/116023123356837085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=116023123356837085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116023123356837085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/116023123356837085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-do-you-reply-to-im-going-to.html' title='How do you reply to &quot;I&apos;m going to a funeral tomorrow morning&quot;?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-115971597933753702</id><published>2006-10-01T16:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T16:19:39.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When did 'Sexy' become a proper noun?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="hw"&gt;sex·y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:play('S0304300')" onmouseover="return m_over('Click to hear pronunciation')" onmouseout="m_out()"&gt;&lt;img alt="Pronunciation" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/pron.gif" border="0" height="21" width="13" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="pron" onmouseover="return m_over('Click for pronunciation key')" onmouseout="m_out()" onclick="pron_key()"&gt;(s&lt;img src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/ebreve.gif" align="absbottom" /&gt;k&lt;img src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/prime.gif" align="absbottom" /&gt;s&lt;img src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/emacr.gif" align="absbottom" /&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="pseg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;adj.&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;b&gt;sex·i·er&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;sex·i·est&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt; Arousing or tending to arouse sexual desire or interest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Slang&lt;/i&gt;  Highly appealing or interesting; attractive: &lt;span class="illustration"&gt;"The recruiting brochures are getting sexier"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="illustration"&gt;Jack R. Wentworth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... I don't mind being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;described &lt;/span&gt;as 'sexy', but being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;called &lt;/span&gt;'Sexy' is different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-115971597933753702?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/115971597933753702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=115971597933753702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115971597933753702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115971597933753702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-did-sexy-become-proper-noun.html' title='When did &apos;Sexy&apos; become a proper noun?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-115970678490617360</id><published>2006-10-01T13:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T13:46:24.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we seem to think that the Earth will crumble if it rains on our washing?</title><content type='html'>Imagine the picture:  Me, wearing a knee-length, black, floaty skirt, a red vest top and big slipper socks to keep my feet warm (sexy, I know).  I'm writing an essay on the power of the US President, and I casually look over to the window, and notice it's raining.  Suddenly a rush of urgency comes over me-- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did mum bring the washing in?!?!&lt;/span&gt; I haphazardly click ctrl+s and rush downstairs, look out of the back door and see-- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh no! It's raining ON THE WASHING!!!!&lt;/span&gt; "Shit!", thought I!  I pushed my feet into my (new) boots, socks visible over the top of them, put on my thick winter jacket and ran out into the garden.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should I start at the far-end of the line with the towels, or the near-end with the underwear?&lt;/span&gt;  I collected it all in, dropping pegs and socks along the way, skirt flying about in the wind and revealing what probably shouldn't be revealed, but that doesn't matter, speed is of the esscence!  As quickly as possible, I shoved it into the basket in the kitchen.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe and dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-115970678490617360?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/115970678490617360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=115970678490617360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115970678490617360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115970678490617360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-do-we-seem-to-think-that-earth.html' title='Why do we seem to think that the Earth will crumble if it rains on our washing?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-115970622504883505</id><published>2006-10-01T13:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T13:37:05.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Who was the first person to put carpet on the roof of a coach/bus?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-115970622504883505?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/115970622504883505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=115970622504883505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115970622504883505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115970622504883505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/10/who-was-first-person-to-put-carpet-on.html' title='Who was the first person to put carpet on the roof of a coach/bus?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-115938316909720206</id><published>2006-09-27T19:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T19:54:42.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do girls spit?</title><content type='html'>It's disgusting.  I know that the girls near where I live talk, walk and act like men, but there has to be a boundary somewhere, assuming they haven't grown a penis due to their inbred nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's sexist to only ask why girls do it, and on men it's disgusting too, but there comes a point when you have to be proud of being feminine.  Stop spitting!  It's gross and it is quite possibly the least sexy thing in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-115938316909720206?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/115938316909720206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=115938316909720206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115938316909720206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115938316909720206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-do-girls-spit.html' title='Why do girls spit?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-115850020884232354</id><published>2006-09-17T14:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T14:42:43.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spot anything wrong here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bwmaonline.com/Crest.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.bwmaonline.com/Crest.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought some Crest toothpaste, and apparently it helps the "5 signs of healthy teeth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 'five signs of healthy teeth' are listed  as;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cavities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Healthy gums&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tartar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whiteness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fresh breath&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Spot anything wrong with numbers 1 and 3?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-115850020884232354?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/115850020884232354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=115850020884232354' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115850020884232354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115850020884232354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/09/spot-anything-wrong-here.html' title='Spot anything wrong here?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-115850003852694241</id><published>2006-09-17T14:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T14:33:58.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do cats drink from toilet bowls?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-115850003852694241?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/115850003852694241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=115850003852694241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115850003852694241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115850003852694241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-do-cats-drink-from-toilet-bowls.html' title='Why do cats drink from toilet bowls?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-115843773902858001</id><published>2006-09-16T21:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T21:15:39.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people still use the word 'nice'?</title><content type='html'>It doesn't mean anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I will throw a thesaurus at the next person who says something along the lines of;  "It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; to see you," or "Your hair looks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;."  No.  It means nothing!  Use a better word!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-115843773902858001?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/115843773902858001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=115843773902858001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115843773902858001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115843773902858001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-do-people-still-use-word-nice.html' title='Why do people still use the word 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-115808526430745964</id><published>2006-09-12T19:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T19:21:04.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Does The Sky Lie?</title><content type='html'>A poem created by myself and two people in my English class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue daytime sky&lt;br /&gt;surrounding a crescent moon so high&lt;br /&gt;I spy with my little eye,&lt;br /&gt;something beginning with 'why'?&lt;br /&gt;Why does the sky lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the Sun?&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was  shot by a gun&lt;br /&gt;I bet that wasn't much fun&lt;br /&gt;if it landed on you it would weigh a tonne&lt;br /&gt;and probably puncture a lung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I see a storm brewing&lt;br /&gt;maybe that is where the Sun is hiding,&lt;br /&gt;being struck by lightning.&lt;br /&gt;It looks very frightening,&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps a little exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear the poetical genius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-115808526430745964?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/115808526430745964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=115808526430745964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115808526430745964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115808526430745964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-115800786028183480</id><published>2006-09-11T21:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:51:00.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Is It That...</title><content type='html'>... what we really, really desire is the one thing we can't have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is SO FREAKISHLY ANNOYING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-115800786028183480?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/115800786028183480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=115800786028183480' title='0 Comments'/><link 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wondered this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was a kid someone said "Wow, wouldn't it be cool to fly like that bird?", and pointed to some black dot in the sky, which was probably a plane anyway.  But more interesting even than that, my reply was "Well, I guess, but the birds are probably thinking 'Wow, I wish I could run like that kid there!'". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-115800761650473215?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/115800761650473215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=115800761650473215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115800761650473215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115800761650473215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/09/do-birds-think-wow-i-wish-i-could-walk.html' title='Do birds think &quot;Wow, I wish I could walk like that on the ground...&quot;?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-115800717725079160</id><published>2006-09-11T21:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:43:14.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do feminists have such a negative label?</title><content type='html'>Yes, they ugly, yes they have saggy breasts, AND they're lesbians, but I know I'm really glad that they exist.  I like being able to go to university and get a job.  And hopefully get paid as much as all the incompetant men out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably the worst for negatively labelling them... but what brought it on?!  It's odd, because I do respect (most of) them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-115800717725079160?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/115800717725079160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=115800717725079160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115800717725079160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115800717725079160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-do-feminists-have-such-negative.html' title='Why do feminists have such a negative label?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-115800708421442187</id><published>2006-09-11T21:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:38:05.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does there always have to be someone 'worse off' than you?</title><content type='html'>I don't know about anyone else, but I hate when you explain a problem you have to someone and they reply "Well, it's not so bad, I mean, just think of those poor, starving children in Africa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.  I don't CARE about the children in Africa, no matter how poor or starving they are.  In fact, do they have it so hard?? I mean, they have no food, that's awful, but I bet when someone complains about it, someone replies "Yeah, kid, but think about all those sexually assaulted women in the UK!" or "Just remember all those people that lost loved ones because some dick flew a plane into a tall building!" or "Yes, but at least you don't have to listen to 'elevator music'!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the kid will still be starving.  And poor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you get the urge to pull the 'Africa' card on someone, stop.  Just stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-115800708421442187?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/115800708421442187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=115800708421442187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115800708421442187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115800708421442187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-does-there-always-have-to-be.html' title='Why does there always have to be someone &apos;worse off&apos; than you?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-115800271432972627</id><published>2006-09-11T20:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T20:25:14.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did/do we keep cooking with onions even though they make us cry when we cut them?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-115800271432972627?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/115800271432972627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=115800271432972627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115800271432972627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115800271432972627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-diddo-we-keep-cooking-with-onions.html' title='Why did/do we keep cooking with onions even though they make us cry when we cut them?!'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-115790679581862330</id><published>2006-09-10T17:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T17:46:35.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Bob Geldoff Have HIV??</title><content type='html'>Seriously.  He must have slept with at least ONE of those Africans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-115790679581862330?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/115790679581862330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=115790679581862330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115790679581862330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115790679581862330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/09/does-bob-geldoff-have-hiv.html' title='Does Bob Geldoff Have HIV??'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-115789022837603162</id><published>2006-09-10T13:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T13:10:28.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How did Tony Blair manage to self-destruct so magnificently?</title><content type='html'>Even the Tories knew that they couldn't defeat The Blairmeister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two days before David Cameron was elected Conservative leader, I asked one of his closest allies what the founding principle of Cameronism would be. He pondered the question. Would it, I wondered, be something to do with quality of life, the public services, the environment, social justice, nationhood? ‘Our starting point,’ he finally replied, ‘is that the Tory party can never beat Tony Blair.’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This First Law of Cameronism, he explained, had an important subclause: Blair himself could beat Blair, by contaminating his own brand to the point where he could no longer plausibly hold office.&lt;/p&gt;(as filched from &lt;a href="http://www.spectator.co.uk/the-magazine/features/25005/the-great-new-labour-civil-war.thtml"&gt;The Spectator&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blair is not stupid, despite seemingly popular opinion.  Nor is he as egotistical as his legendary view of himself makes out, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must have seen his downfall coming a mile off, so why didn't he do something about it?  Silly man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-115789022837603162?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/115789022837603162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=115789022837603162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115789022837603162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115789022837603162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-did-tony-blair-manage-to-self.html' title='How did Tony Blair manage to self-destruct so magnificently?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-115771462846586660</id><published>2006-09-08T12:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T12:23:48.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In a world where homosexuality is still taboo, why do we teach children the rhyme "Rub-a-dub-dub, three men in a tub"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31239762-115771462846586660?l=lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/feeds/115771462846586660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31239762&amp;postID=115771462846586660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115771462846586660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31239762/posts/default/115771462846586660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlequestions.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-world-where-homosexuality-is-still.html' title='In a world where homosexuality is still taboo, why do we teach children the rhyme &quot;Rub-a-dub-dub, three men in a tub&quot;?'/><author><name>eriu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16997253563658801593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/VorpalEriu/Cam00008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31239762.post-115762033507525235</id><published>2006-09-07T10:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T10:12:15.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do Mattresses...</title><content type='html'>... have patterns on them?  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