<?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-32269138</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:09:41.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Qooo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flippant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32269138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flippant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>flipping pancakes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32269138.post-6055485550507979045</id><published>2008-03-22T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:39:45.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am feeling a little squeamish, have moved it all to another site - until I work out how I really feel about all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt safe to write whatever because I felt completely anonymous - all this has been like talking to a complete stranger on a train. But I'm not, really. And I can either password protect and start again - which goes against the idea that I was freely offering up my mind-garbage to the cyber gods - or I can seriously rethink what I put up for everyone who knows me/knows of me to see. "XX has found my blog, OMFG" is an exclamation I've had far too much reason to make in recent times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32269138-6055485550507979045?l=flippant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flippant.blogspot.com/feeds/6055485550507979045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32269138&amp;postID=6055485550507979045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32269138/posts/default/6055485550507979045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32269138/posts/default/6055485550507979045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flippant.blogspot.com/2008/03/am-feeling-little-squeamish-have-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>flipping pancakes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
