<?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-2106167</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:38:19.468Z</updated><title type='text'>Lagrange 3</title><subtitle type='html'>yes</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-92572732</id><published>2003-04-14T09:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-14T11:00:20.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;Thought for the Day&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Fact:&lt;/strong&gt; You can draw out excess salt from a meal by putting in a raw potato.&lt;br&gt;
You can draw out spilt red wine from a carpet using salt.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt; You can draw out surplus potatoes by using salt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-92572732?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/92572732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/92572732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92572732' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-79297560</id><published>2002-07-23T11:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-23T11:21:45.846Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;A thought&lt;/h5&gt;
I've lost count of the number of times I've been told that "your brain is the largest sex organ." That's quite blatantly untrue! The largest sex organ is your skin. Why, without your skin I doubt you would enjoy sex very much at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-79297560?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/79297560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/79297560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79297560' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-76808105</id><published>2002-05-21T18:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-05-21T18:57:06.730Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk_news/story/0,3604,718748,00.html"&gt;Monday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.sky.com/skynews/article/0,,31500-1052315,00.html"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Friday..? The mind boggles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-76808105?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/76808105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/76808105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76808105' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-76729926</id><published>2002-05-19T19:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-05-19T19:27:02.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;Tip of the day&lt;/h5&gt;
To tell if you have bad breath:
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lick your wrist&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Wait ten seconds for it to dry&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Sniff your wrist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; Doesn't work if your wrists normally smell bad, or if your breath smells very strongly of wrist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-76729926?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/76729926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/76729926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76729926' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-11380474</id><published>2002-04-02T17:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-04-02T17:13:46.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;Today's offering - a snail. Hooray.&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;img src="http://www.btinternet.com/~david.st/pics/snail.jpg" width="222" height="206"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have coined a term for my lassitude since I got glandular fever. I have Post Viral Laziness. That should buy me some more time off work...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-11380474?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/11380474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/11380474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#11380474' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-9529041</id><published>2002-02-08T22:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-04-02T17:06:17.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;Stare into the eyes of the scary stary man&lt;/h5&gt;
Astonishing rich-media internet experience! Look into the eyes of the little man. Move your head backwards and forwards, while remaining focussed on the face. The circles will appear to rotate! Also you will appear to have gone mad if anyone happens to be watching you..&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://www.btinternet.com/~david.st/pics/unoptical.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-9529041?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/9529041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/9529041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9529041' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-8224302</id><published>2001-12-28T06:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-12-28T06:13:47.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;Lord of the Rings Drinking Game&lt;/h5&gt;Go see the film - it's ace. Take a bottle of vodka or, I don't know, MD 20/20 in with you. Have a drink every time&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a hobbit does something really stupid that could ruin everything&lt;li&gt;someone remembers the echoey words of someone wise (two drinks if it's Gandalf)&lt;li&gt;the camera plummets from some mind-numbing height into stygian depths lit only with a baleful flickering glow&lt;li&gt;someone says something, then shouts it very loud (two drinks if it's "Run. Run!!!")&lt;li&gt;someone rides a horse in slow-motion&lt;li&gt;there is an absolutely huge set of steps&lt;/ul&gt;There are probably a lot better ones that I can't think of right now. Still an excellent film, though. Definitely going to see it again, despite the dodgy dialogue..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-8224302?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/8224302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/8224302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8224302' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-8122858</id><published>2001-12-22T14:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-12-22T14:24:22.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;Thought of the Day&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact:&lt;/strong&gt; Scientists at New York's Pace University have found "no scientific evidence" of the existence of the so-called G-spot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt; This is more information than I needed to know about the sex lives of scientists at New York's Pace University.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion 2:&lt;/strong&gt; I have at last reached the bottom of the barrel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-8122858?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/8122858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/8122858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8122858' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-7982680</id><published>2001-12-17T09:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-12-17T09:12:48.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"brilliantly realised, an exotic, hyper-real English countryside"&lt;br&gt;
"a quite thrilling spectacle, densely textured, handsomely played and surprisingly light on its feet"&lt;br&gt;
"a piece of wonderment beyond anything crafted for the cinema in a long time"&lt;br&gt;
"made by a genius masquerading as a normal human being"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Admittedly these journalists are referring to the Lord of the Rings film. But, had they seen it, I'm sure they would be saying the same things about &lt;a href="http://b3ta.com/giantbee/"&gt;Giant Bee&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-7982680?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/7982680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/7982680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7982680' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-7981751</id><published>2001-12-17T07:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-12-17T07:57:43.860Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever made up an incredibly clever password for a site? Something no-one would ever guess? Then forgotten it completely? Er, no. Me neither. Would never do anything &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-7981751?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/7981751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/7981751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7981751' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-6479020</id><published>2001-10-20T08:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-10-20T08:17:08.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;Thank goodness&lt;/h5&gt;
I am so glad Kurzweil CyberArt have come up with &lt;a href="http://www.kurzweilcyberart.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.. it will leave me much more quality time to file things and add numbers together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-6479020?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/6479020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/6479020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_10_01_archive.html#6479020' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-5496439</id><published>2001-09-05T15:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-09-05T15:00:29.256Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;So I officially have glandular fever&lt;/h5&gt;
I've got the test results and everything. The doctor rang me up specifically to tell me not to kiss anybody. That's pretty cool, in a James Bond/Mickey Spillane "my lips are deadly" kind of way.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Of course it's pretty depressing in a "my god, I'm a social leper" kind of way too. Hope it goes soon before I crack up and go on a city-wide licking spree and they have to gun me down like the mad dog that I am.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
My friend Helen just made the point that this 'no kissing' business could be just what I need to jump-start my career as a high-class prostitute. Hmm. There's a thought.
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-5496439?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/5496439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/5496439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_09_01_archive.html#5496439' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-5022253</id><published>2001-08-10T20:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-08-10T20:55:48.233Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;Not Exclusive!&lt;/h4&gt;In fairly typical style let mine be the third or fourth website to link to &lt;a href="http://www.btinternet.com/~david.st/b3ta/" alt="Jada"&gt;my own flash movie - Jada!&lt;/a&gt; Enjoy. Possibly. (not to be taken internally may aid weight loss only as part of a calorie-controlled diet)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-5022253?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/5022253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/5022253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_08_01_archive.html#5022253' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-4247780</id><published>2001-06-26T12:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-06-26T12:23:35.373Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;Thought for the day&lt;/h5&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Fact:&lt;/strong&gt; A green banana is full of starchy carbohydrates, providing long-term energy reserves. However, the longer the banana is left, the more starch converts to sugars, giving a shorter-term energy boost.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt; Nature is capable of far more profound and bitter irony than could ever be dreamed of by mortal men. &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-4247780?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/4247780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/4247780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_06_01_archive.html#4247780' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-4229085</id><published>2001-06-25T08:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-06-25T08:59:23.416Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Purple Ronnie: The Truth IV&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;img name="ronnie iii" src="http://www.btinternet.com/~david.st/pics/moronnie2.gif" width=182 height=584 border=1 color=#000000&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-4229085?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/4229085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/4229085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_06_01_archive.html#4229085' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-4216961</id><published>2001-06-24T12:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-06-24T12:33:08.753Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Purple Ronnie: The Truth III&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;img name="ronnie iii" src="http://www.btinternet.com/~david.st/pics/moronnie.gif" width=265 height=288 border=1 color=#000000&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-4216961?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/4216961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/4216961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_06_01_archive.html#4216961' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-4216948</id><published>2001-06-24T12:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-06-24T12:31:05.750Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Lettuce Crisis failing to materialise, spending the last month in an airtight bunker full of legumes was perhaps ill-advised. No matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-4216948?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/4216948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/4216948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_06_01_archive.html#4216948' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-3676570</id><published>2001-05-17T19:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-05-17T19:15:11.410Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;Troubling news&lt;/h4&gt;
There is a Lettuce Famine. Because of a national shortage of the leafy vegetable, lettuce prices could as much as double. Oh dear god, no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-3676570?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/3676570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/3676570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_05_01_archive.html#3676570' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-3659954</id><published>2001-05-16T19:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-05-16T19:20:03.100Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Purple Ronnie: The Truth II&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;img src="http://freespace.virgin.net/asteroid.m/pics/ronnietruth2.gif" border=1 color=#000000;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-3659954?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/3659954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/3659954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_05_01_archive.html#3659954' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-3657049</id><published>2001-05-16T15:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-05-16T15:35:18.493Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;Chupacabras has a moment of clarity&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;img src="http://freespace.virgin.net/asteroid.m/pics/chupa.gif" border=1 color= #000000;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-3657049?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/3657049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/3657049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_05_01_archive.html#3657049' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-3529515</id><published>2001-05-07T07:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-05-07T07:40:36.663Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;When will this EU madness end?&lt;/h4&gt;
It seems that councillors in Vienna have now made it illegal to fish using a line trailing from a plane or other fast moving vehicle. It is now also illegal to hunt deer with explosives, in order to bring the Austrian city "in line with EU legislation." Folly. If we don't use the very best military hardware against animals, then what &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; we to do with it? Obviously it would be barbaric to turn weapons against our fellow human. And, believe me, if a fox had a rocket launcher he would not hesitate to use it on you, possibly utilising a Heckler &amp;amp; Koch MP53 for close-up work in your chicken coop afterwards. Damn them. Damn them all to hell.
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-3529515?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/3529515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/3529515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_05_01_archive.html#3529515' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-3520024</id><published>2001-05-06T18:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-05-06T18:15:25.100Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;HTML Movies - Retrospective&lt;/h4&gt;

Since the HTML movie phenomenon is now over by about four or five days, it seems the time is ripe for a retrospective of the movement that, to some, proved the internet’s preeminence in the presentation of fully immersive multimedia content..

&lt;blockquote cite="http://www.dogme95.com"&gt;To the tsluts mailing list, and mainly Rob, the HTML movie is not illusion!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Today a technological storm is raging of which the result is the elevation of cosmetics to God. By using new technology anyone at any time can wash the last grains of truth away in the deadly embrace of sensation.&lt;br&gt;
The illusions are everything the movie can hide behind&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;
The tsluts mailing list, and mainly Rob, counters the film of illusion by the presentation of an indisputable set of rules known as MIDI FILES AND DANCING CRAP.&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;h5&gt;Classics of the genre&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Genre-defining classic &lt;a href="http://tsluts.com/443.php3"&gt;the internet killed the video star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The classic, seminal road movie &lt;a href="http://tsluts.com/bikers/"&gt;steppenwolf!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Made for TV science fiction classic &lt;a href="http://www.rathergood.com/knightrider/"&gt;Knight Rider&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Hairytongue's impressively encyclopaedic (and classic) &lt;a href="http://www.hairytongue.com/gallery/museumofthedamned.shtml"&gt;Museum of the Damned&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My own humble effort, capturing the excitement of a performance by Guns'n'Roses &lt;a href="http://freespace.virgin.net/asteroid.m/gnr/"&gt;live from castle donnington&lt;/a&gt;. A classic too, obviously.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-3520024?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/3520024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/3520024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_05_01_archive.html#3520024' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-3510104</id><published>2001-05-05T20:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-05-05T21:05:13.693Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;Words that McDonald’s has tried to trademark:&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;McFamily&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;McBaby&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;McTime&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;McLife&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;McSpaceShuttle..&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
..at least according to Harper’s Magazine. Something of an anti-McDonald’s weekend in the papers. Apparently the fast food giant is the world’s largest purchaser of satellite imagery. It uses a computer system to pick where the next franchise will open. Apparently the computer chose a site 1 mile from Dachau as an appropriate venue. Apparently for a brief period the company distributed leaflets saying, “Welcome to Dachau and welcome to McDonald’s.” Freaky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-3510104?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/3510104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/3510104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_05_01_archive.html#3510104' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-3465606</id><published>2001-05-02T16:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-05-02T16:41:09.143Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Purple Ronnie: The Truth&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;img src="http://freespace.virgin.net/asteroid.m/pics/ronnietruth.gif" border=1 color=#000000;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-3465606?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/3465606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/3465606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_05_01_archive.html#3465606' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-3187902</id><published>2001-04-13T15:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-05-02T16:36:20.346Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No thoughts for a while. My apologies. Please hold. Here is a picture of a dog with his chicken friend to enjoy until normal service is resumed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://freespace.virgin.net/asteroid.m/pics/dogandchicken1.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-3187902?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/3187902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/3187902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3187902' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-2978572</id><published>2001-03-29T02:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-04-10T06:50:13.123Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;Thought of the Day&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Fact:&lt;/strong&gt; Scientists have found that men's hair grows faster when they think they are about to have sex.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt; Men with a lot of hair are fooling themselves most of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-2978572?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2978572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2978572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_03_01_archive.html#2978572' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-2918689</id><published>2001-03-24T22:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-03-29T08:48:25.076Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;Some moneyspinning ideas from the white-hot crucible of my creativity:&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;UL TYPE="DISC"&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Possibly the last uniformed profession to remain unexploited by strippergrams: the lollipop lady. I think this is a winner. They could suddenly jump out in front of your car and start taking their clothes off. Could play around with those big stop signs, too.&lt;/LI&gt;
&lt;LI&gt;Breakfast food that you can eat in the shower because you've woken up too late. I am thinking something like porridge in a great big toothpaste-type tube. Still need to develop this as you would need your hands free to wash yourself. Possibly it would be better to use some sort of waterproof nosebag.&lt;/LI&gt;
&lt;LI&gt;A call-out service for bikes. Sparked by the fact that I got another puncture on Monday. The pattern of my life lately seems to be that I ride my bike to some almost inconceivably distant point, the tyre goes flat and I am forced to literally carry my bike the many, many miles back home. Should stop now as I checked the tyre and found that I apparently ran over a syringe some time in the recent past. Unwoo.&lt;/LI&gt;
&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-2918689?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2918689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2918689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_03_01_archive.html#2918689' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-2918411</id><published>2001-03-24T21:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-04-10T06:52:25.603Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;This week's Odds-On Favorites&lt;/h5&gt;
Tim Parkinson of &lt;a href="http://www.unbearable.blogspot.com"&gt;The Unbearable Shiteness of Being&lt;/a&gt; writes:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Sid James spanked away his Carry On Millions by betting on the nags. "Roo-ha ha hahhaha 2/1 at Newmarket"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Follow the great man's example by placing your bets on the following sub-onion vignettes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Ker-chinnnng!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;table border=0 cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 width=90%&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Eamon Holmes white hot light entertainment juggernaut continues to flatten everything in its path.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;2/1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Tax surplus to be spent on blowing cocaine up nation's arse.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;4/3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Well-off gay couple book city break.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;5/2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Next Daft Punk album inspired by &lt;br&gt;Picady Witch and Bubbla Ranx.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;EVENS&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Vanessa's weight loss to form &lt;br&gt;refreshing meat substitute.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;2/3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Robin Cook licking too much pussy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;5/1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Partygoer mentally stretched with pleasantries.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;2/9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;NME readers vote McNugget Gold Rush best live event of 2001.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;8/2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Office temp flicks through Heat magazine and picks disinterestedly at yoghurt in lunch hour.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;7/1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Black private dick, sex machine with all the chicks.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;9/1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Radiohead to record album only they can hear.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;EVENS&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Drugs fail to relieve boredom, self worth.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;EVENS&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;New Nokia phone powered exclusively by &lt;br&gt;wheatbeer and 2 step.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;9/1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Manic Street Preachers record song about &lt;br&gt;life in Maddington Donkey Sanctuary.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;9/1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Connex unveil new aerodynamic coffin-shaped trains.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;4/1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Phat awaits call from News Huddlines&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;EVENS&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-2918411?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2918411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2918411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_03_01_archive.html#2918411' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-2865216</id><published>2001-03-21T01:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-04-10T06:53:03.050Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;Thought of the day&lt;/h5&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Fact:&lt;/strong&gt; women are slightly more acidic than men. Cosmetic and sanitary products are formulated slightly differently because of the differing pH values of the sexes.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt; Men: do not use your girlfriend's soap or you will be horribly burned. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-2865216?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2865216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2865216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_03_01_archive.html#2865216' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-2865210</id><published>2001-03-21T01:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-04-10T06:53:33.933Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;Some facts about cockroaches&lt;/h5&gt;
The cockroach is proportionately the world's fastest land animal. Experimenters have found that two cockroaches running against each other will run faster than an individual cockroach. Cockroaches will run faster if they are being watched by other cockroaches. If you cut off a cockroach's head it will eventually die of starvation. One day cockroaches will rule over all. All.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt; funny things, cockroaches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-2865210?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2865210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2865210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_03_01_archive.html#2865210' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-2805317</id><published>2001-03-16T16:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-03-16T16:52:37.610Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;All your style issues solved:&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;table border=0 cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0&gt; 
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&lt;th&gt;In&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;Out&lt;/th&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Mind control techniques&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Vulcan mind meld&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Brainwashing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
 &lt;td&gt;Hypnosis&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Microchips&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;James Bond Films&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Octopussy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Live and Let Die&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;View to a Kill&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dr No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Brides of Henry VIII&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Anne Boleyn&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Jayne Seymour&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Media&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;FT&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;The Guardian&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Members of the Beatles&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Richard Starkey&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;John Lennon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Paul McCartney&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;George Harrison&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Tread patterns&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Cross-ply&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Radial&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Sea food&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;King prawn&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Madagascan king prawn&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Deodorants&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Mum&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sure&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Cooking ingredients&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Eggs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Flour&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Dead rock stars&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Mama Cass&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Jimi Hendrix&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Fat Elvis&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Young Elvis&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Old skool sweets&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Cola bottles&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Flying saucers&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Pixie dust&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Angel dust&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Garden tools&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Strimmer&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hoe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Flymo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Secateurs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Girls' names&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Angie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Patsy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Bernadette&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Zola&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Valedictions&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Pip-pip&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Toodle-oo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Poisonous mushrooms&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Fly Agaric&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Death Cap&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;The Destroying Angel&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Puffballs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Things of minor consequence&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Peccadilloes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Bagatelles&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Animals&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Cod&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Monkeys&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;Guppies&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Blennies&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Congenital deformities&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Cleft palate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Club foot&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Women over 40&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Pam Ayres&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Madonna&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Jackie Collins&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Your mum&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Men over 40&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Alwyn Crawshaw&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Rolf Harris&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Brian Sewell&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Tony Hart&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Supermarkets&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;Marks &amp;amp; Spencer's&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Co-op&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;Sainsbury's&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Asda&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Parts of the female anatomy&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Thighs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Nipples&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Breasts&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Knuckles&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Emotions&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Glee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Fury&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Schadenfreude&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Lust&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Roofing materials&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Asbestos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Thatch&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Tin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Slate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Deadly sins&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Sloth&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Evil androids&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Cybermen&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Decepticons&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Buses&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;543&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;510&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;542&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;501&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Catholic iconography&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Sacred Heart&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Rosary&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Colours&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Turquoise&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Azure&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Scarlet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Crimson&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Bellybutton types&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Outies&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Innies&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;French landmarks&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Pompidou Centre&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Le Massif Central&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;The Rue Morgue&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="669999"&gt;
&lt;th colspan=2&gt;Internet games&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align=center bgcolor="99cccc"&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Monkey Invaders&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Gak Attack&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;
(written by dave &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.tsluts.com"&gt;rob&lt;/a&gt; last night.... )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-2805317?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2805317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2805317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_03_01_archive.html#2805317' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-2758584</id><published>2001-03-13T15:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-03-13T15:30:19.906Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;Thought for the day&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br&gt;A small mind is a tidy mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-2758584?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2758584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2758584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_03_01_archive.html#2758584' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-2743846</id><published>2001-03-12T16:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-03-13T05:35:28.083Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;Deja poo&lt;/h5&gt;

Being a somewhat visual kind of person, I tend to store influential images in  kind of internal gallery. As a matter of habit, after an enjoyable bowel movement I naturally glance into the bowl to see the results of my exertions and on many occasions have been lucky enough to witness a remarkable doppelganger of a previous creation. I wonder how many other great scatologists have experienced this kind of 'deja poo'?

This phenomenon took a leap into anothr realm the other day when I fried up a couple of juicy pork sausages for my tea. A couple of hours later, having answered the call of nature, I gazed with confusion and awe at the sight of these sausages beautifully reassembled and nestling side-by-side in the toilet pan. A kind of cacsimile, if you will. Is this just coincidence or should I write to Arthur C. Clarke? I wish I'd taken a photograph.
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-2743846?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2743846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2743846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_03_01_archive.html#2743846' title=''/><author><name>Peter</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-2742120</id><published>2001-03-12T13:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-03-12T14:02:41.023Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met this guy the other day...&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img align="center" src="http://freespace.virgin.net/asteroid.m/pics/kev.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
His name is Kev. He was the guitarist in Dexy's Midnight Runners between 1981 and 1985. This is him looking bored and reading Q Magazine, while I fail to make conversation. Bet you don't have as rock'n'roll a life as me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-2742120?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2742120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2742120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_03_01_archive.html#2742120' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-2742030</id><published>2001-03-12T13:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-04-10T06:54:30.526Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;Thought for the Day&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Fact:&lt;/strong&gt; When you walk around outside you are carrying an eight-mile-high column of air on top of your head. When you are in your home you are carrying a three-foot high column of air on top of your head.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt; Stay in your home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-2742030?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2742030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2742030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_03_01_archive.html#2742030' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-2412601</id><published>2001-02-17T15:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-02-17T15:49:41.900Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My computer has started making strange noises at night. A few months ago I found a snail in my Zip drive so I fear the worst. it is probably mice. My computer set up is gradually being reclaimed by nature. My printer has stopped working too. The ink nozzle could be clogged with baby weasels.
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-2412601?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2412601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2412601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_02_01_archive.html#2412601' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-2329060</id><published>2001-02-11T11:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-02-11T11:20:43.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unsuccessful video night tonight. My suggestion - Boys Don't Cry. 
Good film. Didn't realise it was quite so dark, though. New housemate John 
came in to find us peeking through our fingers at the screen during a 
particularly harrowing extended torture scene. Kind of stilted the 
conversation. Hope we haven't made the wrong impression.

Tonight's big stories: the Swiss Army is to disband its bicycle-riding elite 
brigade. Apparently the bikes feature special fold-out compartments and 
clips so they can carry machine guns and stuff. They're military hardware so 
you can't export them. Also: dogs with heart problems are being fitted with 
pacemakers. All well and good, but they're being taken from dead people. I 
think that's a bit creepy. Although possibly a good basis for a 
horror/romantic comedy film.

Sure those'll be the big discussion topics next week. Oh yeah, a lot of 
business deals have happened and there's a war on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-2329060?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2329060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2329060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_02_01_archive.html#2329060' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106167.post-2329035</id><published>2001-02-11T11:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2001-02-11T11:11:52.776Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this potato is run over on the way to the chip shop. He wakes up in 
hospital and the doctor tells him he has some good news and some bad news. 
The potato says "Give me the good news first. " The doctor says, "We've 
managed to save your eyes." "So what's the bad news?" asks the potato. The 
doctor replies, "I'm afraid you're going to be a vegetable for the rest of 
your life."

Aha ha. The Daily Star is the best paper today for this joke and for the 
slightly troubled tone of the technology column. Sony's new bioluminescent 
screens are "almost enough to make you want to stay alive for the next two 
years." "Store whatever you want. I couldn't give a monkey's." Excellent 
stuff, sort of.

Work is hell at the mo, as ever, but in quite an entertaining way. The Daily Mail has just called for cannabis to be legalised and the Guardian wants stricter controls on immigration (because they're taking our jobs etc). These are truly the last days. Apparently some bloke in America has invented the Orgasmotron. It's an implanted signal generator in your spine. Which is all well and good, but the pictures show that it's activated via a remote control. Perhaps it's just me but I don't understand the need to trigger an orgasm from twenty feet away. Oh well actually maybe I do. Don't know if I mentioned this a while back, but Drew Barrymore wants to be cremated when she dies, then fed to her cat. This is, apparently, so that she can "live on forever inside him." 

Er loads more where that came from - reading too many tabloids. Babbling, overtired, better get off to life drawing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106167-2329035?l=lagrange3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2329035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106167/posts/default/2329035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange3.blogspot.com/2001_02_01_archive.html#2329035' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407152645965743985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bo2XvHRUU7w/SuYWUaRqmeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SnjzP79fObo/S220/beard.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
