<?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-5681133</id><updated>2011-05-30T22:29:00.241+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangeways Here I Come</title><subtitle type='html'>Strange habits, people and thoughts of the world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-109681098610703435</id><published>2004-10-03T15:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T15:43:06.106+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Disintegrated ToiletsWorse than Mom"'You might consider sitting down next time,' the toilet told a male Reuters reporter politely in a female robot voice. The next user was told that 'The last visitor did not take heed of basic rules of hygiene.'" (Excite)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/109681098610703435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=109681098610703435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/109681098610703435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/109681098610703435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/10/dept.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-109553739137886419</id><published>2004-09-18T21:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T14:25:15.590+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Excite - News: "'You might consider sitting down next time,' the toilet told a male Reuters reporter politely in a female robot voice. The next user was told that 'The last visitor did not take heed of basic rules of hygiene.'"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/109553739137886419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=109553739137886419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/109553739137886419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/109553739137886419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/09/excite-news-you-might-consider-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-109319488013312422</id><published>2004-08-22T19:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T19:15:43.296+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Strange-BreakfastsTaste lessThe 22-year-old singer left motormouth Popword presenter Simon Amstell speechless during a recent interview.When he asked her what was the last thing she'd had in her mouth, she replied "a dildo".Oops, she did it again. (The Daily Mirror)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/109319488013312422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=109319488013312422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/109319488013312422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/109319488013312422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/08/dept_22.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-109306519722005069</id><published>2004-08-21T07:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T07:13:17.220+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Loo-FiA kiss is not always a kissAt gate 4, the Virgin Airlines gate at JFK NYC there is a strange loo. Men can do the stuff into a model of a woman's mouth. Rather odd way to relieve oneself. And rather disgusting.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/109306519722005069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=109306519722005069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/109306519722005069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/109306519722005069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/08/dept_21.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-109286300654530781</id><published>2004-08-18T23:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T23:03:26.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Streetwise-Kids-On-Ho'-AveWhen the kid is tired of SpidermanThis masquerade-hell of being parent. The youngster don't wanna be dressed in the new Spiderman-outfit or the girl won't be princess another time. Then check out the Child Pimp &amp; Ho Costumes. This is really what the doctor ordered. Dress up your son as the Mad Bad Pimp or the daughter as Miss Belle, the crackwhore...It's hereby </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/109286300654530781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=109286300654530781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/109286300654530781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/109286300654530781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/08/dept_18.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-109145500265424676</id><published>2004-08-02T15:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T15:56:42.653+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Moral-meatThe mixing bowl is turningThere is a plethora of strange topics that people blog about (although the diary/vanity blogs is most common). themixingbowl is about meat, and the meatindustry. Totally serious and for me as a hamburger/steak-lover this is pretty strange. Trust me, I want good meat, and I don't want the cows or piglets to suffer: but hey - they're animals!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/109145500265424676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=109145500265424676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/109145500265424676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/109145500265424676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/08/dept.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-109119199558496531</id><published>2004-07-30T14:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T14:53:15.583+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Poetry-of-celebsIf Paris Hilton wrote poetryShoes.Shoes.Cute.Shoes.Me.Cute Shoes.Shoes. Shoes.Me. Me.Cute.Cute.Me.Janis Butler Holm at maisonneuve </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/109119199558496531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=109119199558496531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/109119199558496531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/109119199558496531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/07/dept_30.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-109099716820888603</id><published>2004-07-28T08:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T08:46:08.206+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Empire-StudiesThe death starThey are out there. The dark force. Waiting to take control... (Cassini-Huygens-Multimedia-Images)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/109099716820888603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=109099716820888603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/109099716820888603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/109099716820888603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/07/dept_28.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-109017970824472182</id><published>2004-07-18T21:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T22:22:40.390+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Playing-with-fireOwned?Two men is hurt when lighting firework inside a car, with the windows closed. Hey ho, that's truly two men who don't win anything else but the Darwin-awards. KUTV has the whole story (via Exploding Cigar)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/109017970824472182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=109017970824472182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/109017970824472182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/109017970824472182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/07/dept_109017970824472182.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-109017088503443168</id><published>2004-07-18T19:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T19:14:45.033+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Smooth-LipsThe lipgloss-girlThis woman, girl, female have an urge for lipgloss. Seem as if she is collecting. That's strange. Check it at karin's lip balms (the site is in Swedish).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/109017088503443168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=109017088503443168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/109017088503443168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/109017088503443168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/07/dept_18.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108997892695940946</id><published>2004-07-16T13:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T13:55:26.960+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Juridical-ScandalsPray for MarthaMartha Stewart is accused for taxcrimes and fraud. But some people don't believe it and start Save Martha to get her off the bars. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108997892695940946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108997892695940946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108997892695940946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108997892695940946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/07/dept_16.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108954862187995889</id><published>2004-07-11T14:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T14:23:41.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Hidden-FagsKenny is evilPretty strange perversions are findable on the net. This is truly the latest: MenWhoLookLikeKennyRogers.com. Ick!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108954862187995889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108954862187995889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108954862187995889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108954862187995889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/07/dept_11.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108922350562122754</id><published>2004-07-07T20:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T20:17:44.360+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Gaming-The-CelebsParis in a x boxLet's play with the video. Can't you take of your clothes? Why the cam? It's no film in it... Banterist (via Gawker)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108922350562122754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108922350562122754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108922350562122754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108922350562122754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/07/dept_07.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108912743995051386</id><published>2004-07-06T17:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T17:23:59.950+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Religious Love10 tips on spiritual dating1. If he tells your that you are hot...Tell him God made you hot.2. If he wants to hold your hand...Give him a Bible.3. If he tries to get closer...Tell him the Holy Spirit is wooing him.4. If he asks to pay for dinner...Remind him that Jesus also paid a debt He did not owe!5. If he reaches his arm around you...Tell him that nobody </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108912743995051386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108912743995051386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108912743995051386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108912743995051386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/07/dept_06.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108905262015684229</id><published>2004-07-05T20:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T20:37:00.156+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Deadly-BakerThey are coming through the owenOuch. Talk about the Halloween-cake of your choice. Barbara Jo is a baker that can make whatever you can imagine. Her Zombie cake is really something that make your tummy roar. (via Pop Culture Junk Mail)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108905262015684229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108905262015684229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108905262015684229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108905262015684229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/07/dept_05.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108894891347820577</id><published>2004-07-04T15:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T15:48:33.476+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Deadly-JewelryAK 47 in plain goldIn our part of the world time is the most important. To have a goldplated Rolex is the height of wellness. But in Iraq they got other priorities: Gold plated AK-47.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108894891347820577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108894891347820577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108894891347820577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108894891347820577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/07/dept_04.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108884059668231361</id><published>2004-07-03T09:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T16:09:42.440+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Presidential-PlayingSaddam plays his roleThis is fun. Rock Paper Saddam is a creative collage of pics from the hi-end trial down in Iraq. Can someone do the same with the other crook in the two-part play?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108884059668231361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108884059668231361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108884059668231361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108884059668231361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/07/dept.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108817820043092628</id><published>2004-07-02T17:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T16:27:48.320+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Saving-GenitalsWhat a..."Oh. That Rasputin was better equipped than my boyfriend!"Yahoo! Offbeat Photos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108817820043092628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108817820043092628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108817820043092628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108817820043092628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/07/dept_02.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108836291384209001</id><published>2004-07-01T21:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T16:19:49.750+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Alien-BirthIranian women got a... frogThe Iranian daily Etemaad says the creature is believed to have grown from larva to an adult frog inside her body. While it is unclear how this could have happened, the paper carries quotes from medical experts who say there are human characteristics to the animal. It has been speculated that the woman, who has not been named, unknowingly picked up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108836291384209001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108836291384209001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108836291384209001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108836291384209001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/07/dept_01.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108861848215170702</id><published>2004-06-30T20:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T20:01:22.150+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Virtual-FoodFried eggTen ways to use a computer: #10: fry an egg on the processor...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108861848215170702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108861848215170702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108861848215170702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108861848215170702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/06/dept_30.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108854303667640871</id><published>2004-06-29T23:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T23:03:56.676+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Gamer-Go-NutsTetrisThis is not the hardest Tetris game ever.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108854303667640871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108854303667640871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108854303667640871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108854303667640871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/06/dept_29.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108836604213010589</id><published>2004-06-27T21:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T21:54:02.136+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of OG-smileBling Bling. Why not spend a lot on bling-bling on your teeth? At Bling Bling you can spend your dimes on glittering chimes.And I totally adore the fabulous marketing lingua without any logic: "Mr. Bling offers the world’s best craftsmanship and at half the price compared to the leading maker in gold, white gold, and platinum teeth. This master of fine jewelry had been practicing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108836604213010589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108836604213010589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108836604213010589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108836604213010589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/06/dept_27.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108396156115953425</id><published>2004-06-26T20:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T17:10:01.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On the site What Should I Do If The Internet Goes Down? they give the ten commandments of downtime of the lifeline-connection to the virtual reality:1. Panic!2. Find A Telephone 3. Use Your Back-Up Computer 4. Install A Game5. Perform Routine Maintenance (this is my way truly...) 6. Turn On A Television Or Radio7. Read8. Go OutsideThe idea of leaving your workstation may seem a little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108396156115953425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108396156115953425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/06/on-site-what-should-i-do-if-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108653548647888360</id><published>2004-06-24T17:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T17:10:47.676+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Final-SolutionThe economic logic in executing hackersPersonally I'm against death penalty. But as Steven E. Landsburg puts the argument in his essay Feed the Worms Who Write Worms to the Worms the reptile brain says "yes, that figures". Totally weird of course but rather fun way to put the question of the costs of script-kiddies running amok.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108653548647888360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108653548647888360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108653548647888360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108653548647888360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/06/dept_24.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108771493836573816</id><published>2004-06-23T09:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T15:11:44.420+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Too-Much-Time-On-HandThe art of balls of paintThis must be one of the most weird hobbies to have: making balls of paint. Not this one that one use when fighting paintball but large rounded objects built by putting on layer after layer of paint. These hillbillys are fucking crazy! And the most hilarious part of it is that people are willing to pay to see the balls! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108771493836573816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108771493836573816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108771493836573816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108771493836573816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/06/dept_23.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108768405334705815</id><published>2004-06-22T00:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T17:11:13.786+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Notable-Names"Hello, I'm Helga......and I'm a Fucking girl. In the heaps of links via the RSS-feeds some stand out. Metafilter have a fun story about Fucking. The sign of this small village in Austria is the most stolen street sign in Austria. I would put my money on that it's the most stolen roadsign in the whole world. But "[d]espite the cost of constantly replacing the sign, however,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108768405334705815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108768405334705815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108768405334705815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108768405334705815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/06/dept_22.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108771588832710151</id><published>2004-06-21T09:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T17:11:39.680+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of HangersInformation overloadSalma Hayek have a heavy load to carry... (FashionDish's Worst Dressed)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108771588832710151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108771588832710151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108771588832710151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108771588832710151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/06/dept_21.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108775364679760046</id><published>2004-06-20T19:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T19:51:04.026+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Living-DeadIf the zombies took over the worldHave you ever wondered what would happen to our power if a Dawn-of-the-Dead situation occurred? At Straight Dope they take questions like this serious (well...) and have done a thoroughly investigation.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108775364679760046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108775364679760046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108775364679760046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108775364679760046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/06/dept_108775364679760046.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108409417455569470</id><published>2004-06-19T19:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T11:32:47.353+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Ingeneric CrazeThe project of analogus digitalisWhy not rebuild a Underwood no. 5 to a computer? This guy is some sort of über-g33k using old typewriters as parts of customized computers. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108409417455569470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108409417455569470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/06/dept_19.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108653541439020695</id><published>2004-06-16T17:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T22:02:11.550+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Stupid CriminalsHand sweat?At Stupid mugger there's a hilarious sequence of a mugger trying to act cool but the scene is changing. I believe the store clerk was laughing calling the police...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108653541439020695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108653541439020695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108653541439020695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108653541439020695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/06/dept_16.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108681107486739291</id><published>2004-06-10T13:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T13:29:18.753+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Wacko-FatsoJay's TRON-ismJay Maynard's TRON costume is a piece of art. Art made out of a really sick brain. Remember the flic "Tron"? Well - it's a good movie but uses theories of the virtual life.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108681107486739291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108681107486739291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108681107486739291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108681107486739291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/06/dept_10.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108648049189266389</id><published>2004-06-06T02:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T02:09:41.506+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Womens-ClothingHardtopToday my wife is having her birthday. I have spent money on a ring but if I have had seen this before I bought the jewelry I would have put this into the box. It really seem nice and cozy...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108648049189266389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108648049189266389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108648049189266389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108648049189266389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/06/dept_06.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108646894184988079</id><published>2004-06-05T22:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T22:55:41.850+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Stylish PA'sDoing the camo-tapeFor the military influenced rockband: . camo-colored duct tape. I imagine that in the eighties bands like Accept, Manowar and likely vio-charging heavy metal-bands would have been big buyers. (Tip from BoingBoing)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108646894184988079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108646894184988079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108646894184988079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108646894184988079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/06/dept.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108319020217031802</id><published>2004-05-31T19:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T20:12:43.996+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Long-And-TallLong John and a tall chicThere is different things that can be long and tall. There are two domain-names that trying to beat eachother: thelongestdomainname-intheworldandthensome-andthensomemoreandmore.com (the hyphens is put on not to crash the site's design) is the first competitor and thepersonwithanewideaisacrank-untiltheideasucceeds-by-marktwain.com the second.Another </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108319020217031802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108319020217031802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/05/dept_31.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108297810646911030</id><published>2004-05-30T19:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T13:01:50.493+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Graphic-ReluctancySplendid name, splendid picture: totally meaninglessI don't get the meaning with this but it's pretty funny. And the domainname is very good but rather easy to spell the wrong way: MeccaDonald's Happy Meal!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108297810646911030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108297810646911030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/05/dept_30.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108409303845329909</id><published>2004-05-29T17:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T13:01:25.746+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Time-Consuming-Counting600,426,974,379,824,381,952 There are 600,426,974,379,824,381,952 ways to spell Viagra. This really important fact is told by Cockeyed. Viagra is a pill to take when your potence is weakening. Seems like Cockeyed ain't getting some - there's no other explanation. And using Viagra seem subliminal...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108409303845329909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108409303845329909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/05/dept_29.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108465491013296596</id><published>2004-05-28T11:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T13:01:06.730+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Nationalistic-TitsTake one for the countryThose girls knows what it takes to be a country in war. They serve the best they can, showing up in tight linens at the basecamps of the soldiers going to Iraq. "It was back in February of 2003, when a lot of troops were leaving Ft. Benning. My girlfriends and I were partying at a bar frequented by soldiers. At some point one my friend leaves </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108465491013296596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108465491013296596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108465491013296596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108465491013296596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/05/dept_28.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108499776039132084</id><published>2004-05-27T10:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T07:08:29.826+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Searching-For-The-GuyDo not feed the animalsThe police in Albuquerque (off-topic this town has the most hardly spelled name I know of) searching for a man who lost his finger when poking the jaguar at the Zoo. They are doing it by taking a fingerprint of the bit-off finger. Wouldn't it be easier just to call the hospitals? (nbc4.com)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108499776039132084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108499776039132084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108499776039132084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108499776039132084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/05/dept_27.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108499784300756186</id><published>2004-05-26T22:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T13:57:00.660+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Food-That-Make-You-MadBlame it on the carbsAvril Lavigne blames carbs for her angry lyrics. Of course. There's always something to blame for what you are doing. In the sixties the one to blame was the state, in the seventies blame fell on the system. The eighties people blamed their parents and ancestors. In the nineties the market and the capital were to blame and now we blame the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108499784300756186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108499784300756186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108499784300756186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108499784300756186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/05/dept_26.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108456564915482176</id><published>2004-05-25T10:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T08:59:18.730+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of EngadgetsA g33k-couchI want to have one of these - a mousepad couch made from about 1500 (blue) mousepads. Might not be the best couch for making out but hey, life ain't only sex. If you want to put down your ass into the strange furnituristic gadget you have to go to Rochester Inst. of Tech. and look for some science-coordinator of some kind. Or just shout: "I wanna sit on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108456564915482176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108456564915482176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108456564915482176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108456564915482176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/05/dept_25.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108469697161503627</id><published>2004-05-24T20:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T20:54:12.413+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Political OpportunismWhat the people wantThe art of being elected to office is giving people what people want or else, promise not to take away the things they already got. The Guns and Dope Party is giving people what they want. Although they think so. We advocate [1] guns for those who want them, no gunsforced on those who don't want them (pacfists, Quakers etc.)[2] drugs for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108469697161503627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108469697161503627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108469697161503627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108469697161503627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/05/dept_24.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108516020790793840</id><published>2004-05-23T11:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T13:12:57.330+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Risen-From-The-DeadKaufman pranks the worldEver heard of Alan Kaufman? No? His most famous apperance is the one when Jim "The rubbermask" Carrey is portraying him in the movie "Man On The Moon". And the thing we learn in that flic is that Andy Kaufman was a hoaxer big time. But as the story goes he died from cancer. Or did he just staged his death? He says it himself at the blog Andy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108516020790793840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108516020790793840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108516020790793840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108516020790793840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/05/dept_23.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108499849253663502</id><published>2004-05-22T15:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T15:28:43.060+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of KnittingMaking your own bagFor me duct-tape is what to use when rig the PA. There's a wonderful story about when a singer in a band was sent to the store to get duct-tape. But since he is  very 'economic-minded' (or you could call him stingy) he was returning to the set with rolls of tape to be used in the freezer...This Duct tape bag was a real home-work. It feels a lot 80's. But the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108499849253663502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108499849253663502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108499849253663502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108499849253663502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/05/dept_22.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108499968920618928</id><published>2004-05-19T22:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T23:18:02.786+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Stupid TitlesWank the movieHave you seen "BIG TROUBLE IN LITTLE VAGINA" yet? Or have you watched "TOPLESS BRAIN SURGEONS"? You might be the one for "WILLIE WANKER AND THE FUDGE PACKING FACTORY"? Nevertheless, this siteThe 100 Worst Porn Movie Titles is a proof of that the pornobiz might be the stars of new technique but not on the copywriting bizniz.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108499968920618928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108499968920618928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108499968920618928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108499968920618928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/05/dept_19.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108289625103004701</id><published>2004-05-17T18:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T21:03:22.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Female-FatThe museum of girdlesPeople are interested in various things. There are people who know everything about trains, planes from WWII and here is The Girdle Zone: the lingerie that no woman want to show that she wear. The interesting part is that the feminists is shouting about an unsound image in the media of women and their looks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108289625103004701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108289625103004701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/05/dept_17.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108469703237509559</id><published>2004-05-16T10:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T21:04:59.200+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Taste-Of-BananaNo more squashed bananasThis product is really thought-out of some that have an urge for bananas. Banana Guard is a plastic shell for your daily yellow and this will never ever have your banana squashed when taking it to school or likewise. My wonder is: if the banana I buy is more straight - isn't this perfect case totally useless in this case? But hey, $4.99 for each</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108469703237509559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108469703237509559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108469703237509559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108469703237509559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/05/dept_16.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108453921376557288</id><published>2004-05-15T14:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T11:08:19.650+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Notes-In-PinkThe player that you can use in more than one wayDon't you have an urge for a mp3-player formed much like a vibrator? Think of the possibilities? Having an orgasm through the vibrations of Britney's Toxic... or let Nirvana make your way to seventh heaven. And the color - it's super! The Super Drive MP3 Player is what every woman want. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108453921376557288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108453921376557288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108453921376557288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108453921376557288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/05/dept_15.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108409277791114606</id><published>2004-05-14T17:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T21:05:36.620+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Selling-HairBid for the pubes of ParisSome things is strange and some are stranger. One of the most stupid things (except for those putting up their eight-year old on eBay) must be this. Someone have collected what is said to be the famous (for what?) Paris Hilton's pubic hair. Though the bid was put out someone at Fleshbot was able to screendump it.So people - question 1: what would</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108409277791114606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108409277791114606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/05/dept_14.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108361228199244047</id><published>2004-05-13T00:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T06:19:24.216+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Useful GearAn ugly bag with speakersSometimes you stumble on gear that seem almost incredible... stupid. And the Ipodspeaker bag is such gear. I mean - the Ipod is a digi-freestylish-player-for-the-individual but with this it becomes the big boom-gear. I for myself wonder which gizmo-lover would go to the beach with this ugly designed bag.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108361228199244047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108361228199244047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/05/dept_13.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108396136849785268</id><published>2004-05-12T00:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T00:12:26.826+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of To Much TimeEstimating the unladen swallowThis is the proof that g33ks don't have a life. This guy have used his mathematic skills, his productive (?) time and his creativity to estimate the airspeed velocity of an Unladen Swallow. With a brain like this you surely won't be bored. Just that you don't have to read his strangely but well-done site the answer is: an unladen European Swallow</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108396136849785268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108396136849785268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/05/dept_12.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108400561830459580</id><published>2004-05-11T00:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T15:43:48.276+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of UltradefenceThe gun for the bedroomAmericans are crazy. Their large discomfort with the every suggestion on gun control. Cause you really need a XM8 to defend yourself. A pretty thing placed under the pillow. Who havent from time to time felt the need of a grenade launcher to put out the neighbours cat? Or the 100-rounds magazine being sure that the bad guy don't raise again. And even if</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108400561830459580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108400561830459580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/05/dept_11.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108409821365085186</id><published>2004-05-10T12:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T00:19:22.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Popidol-wannabeMickey Mouse the bedwearThis guy is serious. He is making a video and a cover on a famous pophit: Aischa. And the video is hilarious, not only since the kid is so serious and have put a great deal of work on the video, but also looking at his room. It's Disney bedwear and cute dogs at the wall. Either he have gatecrashed his kidsisters room or he have a terrible taste (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108409821365085186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108409821365085186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/05/dept.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108408859032653774</id><published>2004-05-09T09:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T09:46:25.733+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Radical MeasuresSliding through the doorsSimon Minkoff in the British Medical Society has a really radical proposal - narrow the door into the fast-food restaurants and in that way make it harder for fat people to get into the temples of fat.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108408859032653774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108408859032653774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108408859032653774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108408859032653774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/05/dept_09.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108283870944006839</id><published>2004-04-25T20:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T22:34:50.686+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Getting-on-with-your-lifeBreaking up? Write a letter.Have you been dumped? Do you want to make her sad? Why not be inspired by this Break-Up Letter. It's cruel and really funny, and of course probably a fake. Nevertheless it could be a template for your next letter to your ex-fiancée who crushed your heart, blew your mind and walked out with the stuffed moose-head.Girls just can turn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108283870944006839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108283870944006839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108283870944006839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108283870944006839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/04/dept.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108282221653854907</id><published>2004-04-24T17:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T17:59:57.936+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Marketing-The-KiddoEight year old on sale at eBayA big potatojunkie is the guy who put an ad for an auction on his and his wife's daughter at eBay. The social welfare, the police and the eBay-security-taskforce did slam the German couple who did use the following way to make a good fare of it:  You can play with her, eat her at a barbecue or sell her to gypsies. She is a real working </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108282221653854907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108282221653854907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108282221653854907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108282221653854907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/04/dept_24.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108240091923592646</id><published>2004-04-23T17:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T18:08:05.310+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Hey-Ho-Viral-MarketingBeing an ad-headThe strangest way in marketing is foreheADS. If it's true it is somewhat a brilliant idea filled with the most stupid marketideas of all time. The idea is having students and others to have a ad on their foreheads. The rules is "Students must display the ads for a minimum of three hours a day in highly visible locations such as the student bar, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108240091923592646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108240091923592646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108240091923592646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108240091923592646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/04/dept_23.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108050868263104208</id><published>2004-04-22T20:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T20:15:18.840+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Meaningless-StuffCompliment in a surreal wayAy. Did the compliments dry out? Do you don't know what to say the fifth hundred time you meet the girl of your former dreams? Go to The Surrealist Compliment Generator and get some new ammo. Man, this is the guy's best friend: "Your Hands do the work of 10,000 highly trained lesbian jumping beans." or "Certainly your trout are more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108050868263104208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108050868263104208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108050868263104208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108050868263104208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/04/dept_22.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108257842053207473</id><published>2004-04-21T22:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T22:21:06.983+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Body-CountingJohn "Rambo" KerryThe presidential candidate Kerry is a though guy. In his service record from his month in 'Nam he is credited unofficially on killing about twenty 'goks'. The democratic election machine has dug up the service record of a 25-year-old junior grade lieutenant who seem to have done a good job killing of the nation's enemies. At this time his opponent mostly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108257842053207473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108257842053207473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108257842053207473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108257842053207473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/04/dept_21.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108101472621577014</id><published>2004-04-11T15:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T15:55:02.390+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of New-Virtual-Love-ServiceGet your girlfriend online! Only $45.This site must be the one least talked about when coming to members and users of it. At Imaginary Girlfriends you can have an imaginary girlfriend. It´s "real" girls who pretends to be your girlfriend with letters, phone messages and so on. Just to have the feeling of not being a loser I suppose. How to define this service? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108101472621577014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108101472621577014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108101472621577014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108101472621577014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/04/dept_11.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108160575305347889</id><published>2004-04-10T16:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T16:05:20.640+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Masturbation-TechniquesEjaculate to a healthier lifeThe news that the more a man is ejaculate the less chance is that he will suffer from prostate cancer might be the Male-Newsbit-Of-The-Year (even kicking The Jackson Nipple Incident). Now a guy can say to his wife: Darling, let's prevent cancer! Let´s roll in the hay. Or when the spouse is complaining with that traditional evening </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108160575305347889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108160575305347889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108160575305347889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108160575305347889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/04/dept_10.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108160635853259475</id><published>2004-04-09T16:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T16:36:39.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Virtual-Justice-For-AllCourt ruled in favor of the victim of theftThe court got his belongings back. That's maybe no news (or in some instances it is where the law enforcement seem interested in every thing but helping people) but this time it is virtual belongings in a RPG-game on the net. Li Hongchen hade spent more than thousand dollars on making a big cache of virtual money and stuff</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108160635853259475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108160635853259475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108160635853259475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108160635853259475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/04/dept_09.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108023019022020562</id><published>2004-04-08T16:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T16:27:29.216+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Communication-SkillsLet's talk about toiletpaperThis logfile shows that people don't have too little time on their hands. Not when chatting on the IRC. The people are discussing toiletpaper, the pros and cons of the more expensive stuff and so on. Man, this really is the highly intelligent way to communicate one´s views on things.But hey, didn't I said that everything is present on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108023019022020562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108023019022020562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108023019022020562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108023019022020562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/04/dept_08.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108022941826867864</id><published>2004-04-07T16:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T16:37:12.296+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Animals-That-We-LoveA colorful hedgehogThe International Hedgehog Association is telling us important knowledge of the little creature with sharp pins. There's 92 different color-settings of the population of hedgehogs. That's interesting. What interest me the most is: who the hell have counted?! I mean: bird-watching okey, the birds do fly. But hedgehog-watching mean looking at a pile</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108022941826867864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108022941826867864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108022941826867864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108022941826867864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/04/dept_07.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108022969917356183</id><published>2004-04-06T19:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T19:14:34.670+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of High-Standards-LawNo chewing without prescriptionThe well-known and maybe one of the world's most stupidest laws (and stickiest): the Singaporian ban of chewing gum is now under reconstruction and the access expands even though it's under tight rules. Only gum for therapeutical use is for sale. Pfizer is trying to get to put the Nicorette-gum on sale and Wrigley´s have got their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108022969917356183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108022969917356183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108022969917356183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108022969917356183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/04/dept_06.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108054473113455649</id><published>2004-04-03T10:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T10:33:20.670+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Mobile-Movie-MakersHome of the bold and beautiful"I was very shocked and surprised," says Holden, 41, of Olive Branch, Miss., who still has a difficult time talking about what she saw about 18 months ago. "I just could not believe that people had the audacity to do that."Mrs Holdens shocking experience was to see how a porno-flic was playing at the portable DVD in the sports-vehicle </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108054473113455649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108054473113455649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108054473113455649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108054473113455649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/04/dept_03.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108094068946476220</id><published>2004-04-02T20:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T09:51:55.716+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Picture-The-LeaderScribbles of The ManA boring meeting. Your boss is a dumbass. You make a sketch of him in a precarious situation involving his blonde secretary, the genitor and a pig. He asks everyone to pass in the sketchbooks since the meeting was about secret stuff. You get worried about your work but do as The Man tells you. A couple of days later your boss is knocking at your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108094068946476220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108094068946476220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108094068946476220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108094068946476220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/04/dept_02.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108101574238485451</id><published>2004-03-31T20:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T09:52:31.840+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Wicked-CollectionsWhat's on your list, man?You know that there is strange ways to still the gene of collect. Soda-cans, badges and stuff. But the very surreal collections is those and one of the most stupid is The Grocery List Collection. And he is sort of using it as a sociologicaly test (what is people of S:t Louis, Missouri shopping) and his findings is: "More people than I thought</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108101574238485451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108101574238485451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108101574238485451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108101574238485451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-10802299263740597</id><published>2004-03-27T21:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T09:53:18.763+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Name-That-MattersPretty woman as a crack-dealer?There's a trouble with having a name that are recognizable. Julia Roberts, crack-dealer - but hey, calm down. You won't have to kick all your copies of Pretty Woman or Runaway Bride. This Julia is 96 year old. And not making movies but making grands on selling rocks. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/10802299263740597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=10802299263740597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/10802299263740597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/10802299263740597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept_27.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108101598217540056</id><published>2004-03-26T21:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T21:31:46.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Gadgetery-Gizmo-LoversCory - the gizmoplayer #1Cory Doctorow is the gadget-king. He is one of the editors of the blog deluxe BoingBoing.net and is on his feet a good deal of the time and in this Gizmodoflic he's is listing his gadget bag. Is it interesting. I don't know. Is it strange. Yes. Do I get envious? Of course.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108101598217540056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108101598217540056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108101598217540056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108101598217540056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept_26.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108098123167792502</id><published>2004-03-25T20:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T21:29:53.810+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Sim-The-RealityPresidential election in the virtualEverything that happens is reflected in the simulated reality of The Sims as Wired News tells. And 2004 is the Big Election Year and of course some strange Sim-o-holic have made a electional play. Of course it's damn stupid but man, The Sims is somewhat a creative meltdown. The ability to make new scenarios is huge and people is using</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108098123167792502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108098123167792502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108098123167792502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108098123167792502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept_25.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108023006215444546</id><published>2004-03-23T20:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T20:42:12.420+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Democratic-GlitchesOoops...That's no mathematic mystery. When Boone County was in for election the software of the e-votingsystem running havoc and it turned out to be 144,000 votes but only 19,000 Voters. The old cry "One man, one vote" was truly obsolet in this election. The story at Slashdot don't mention who really won but who really cares - I mean: Boone County in Indiana - there's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108023006215444546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108023006215444546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108023006215444546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108023006215444546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept_23.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108101493210068929</id><published>2004-03-21T20:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T21:30:33.840+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Stuff-You-Don't-Knew-You-NeedDon't let your socks get awayOne of the most serious mysteries is where the one sock is going when washing a pair. Because everyone can tell about the socks that never comes out of the washer as a pair. But of course have someone found out the way to force the mystery to be solved. Hanse is selling a little clip that hold the pair of socks together. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108101493210068929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108101493210068929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108101493210068929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108101493210068929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept_21.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108032973342576773</id><published>2004-03-20T20:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T20:38:05.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Useful-ThingsWhat do you need on a Swiss Army-knifeThe computerworld is coming in every aspect of our life. The latest is a Swiss Army Knife with a USB-memory as one of the tools. Is this crazy? Well... my simple question is: why?  What's the use since the 9/11 have made it impossible to take anything sharp aboard on a Boeing and early adopters is always having mp3-players with huge </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108032973342576773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108032973342576773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108032973342576773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108032973342576773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept_20.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108022960807675489</id><published>2004-03-19T20:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T20:29:56.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Design10 worst album covers of all timeWhat's the most ugly record you have seen? At Mental Drippings you have the chance to see ten of the worst thinkable. When talking to my friends who is art directors and such they always tells that a record sleeve is the dream to make. That makes me wonder how it´s possible to create as many tasteless sleeves and covers as this. And now the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108022960807675489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108022960807675489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108022960807675489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108022960807675489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept_19.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108016370910894516</id><published>2004-03-18T22:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T00:56:57.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Celeb-OdontologyWinning whitesHis smile is white (as every politician - the teeth whitening technologies is probably a big expense before election) and now the voters can see the how the presidential mouth is inside since the discussion of Bushy's whereabouts during his service in the military have made them to open up the secret file of soldiers teeth. All to save the Commander in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108016370910894516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108016370910894516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108016370910894516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108016370910894516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept_18.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108016316546325960</id><published>2004-03-17T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T22:22:26.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Collectors-GuildThe mouse-pad guyThis is Jimmy's mouse-pads. He owns when this is written 336 pieces. The site is mainly in Swedish but you can see the mouse-pads. Why collecting mouse-pads? Nobody knows but that's no news when talking about collectors. The idea of collecting things seem to be some hidden connections made inside the brain. I mean - there are stuff people is collecting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108016316546325960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108016316546325960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108016316546325960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108016316546325960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept_17.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-108016199449760330</id><published>2004-03-16T21:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T00:55:37.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Secret-ServicesBoggling aroundOne can wonder if it's this tool the Homeland Security-guys is using? The Cryptographever is a tool where you cut+paste an innocent websajt and then you get whatever strange hidden messages. On a short message I tested I got the hidden code "hit target". (I think they want to show that people who believes in the bible-code)It looks a lot like the game of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/108016199449760330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=108016199449760330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108016199449760330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/108016199449760330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept_16.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-107937527462099158</id><published>2004-03-15T19:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T19:54:17.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Literacy-CelebsBlondes with booksBoth Paris Hilton and Jessica Simpson have sent out book-proposals. The former is planning to write a book about the jet-setlife but the latter is proposing a book called: "Jessica Simpson &amp; Nick Lachey's Secrets for a Happy (and Sexy!) Marriage"... good Lord - that must overturn the stands when released. And the blonde singer is getting the wisdom out: "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/107937527462099158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=107937527462099158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107937527462099158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107937527462099158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept_15.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-107937416243328689</id><published>2004-03-14T19:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T19:15:56.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Stupid-And-Stoned911? My boyfriend stole my pot!This girl ain´t blonde but surely one of the most stupid broads around. She was calling her local police and report that her boyfriend had stolen her marijuana stash. The police thought it was a joke but she was really eager to get the pot back.Shane Walker had to spend her 25th birthday in the slammer instead of getting her pot back.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/107937416243328689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=107937416243328689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107937416243328689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107937416243328689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept_14.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-107937330262406839</id><published>2004-03-13T18:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T19:13:15.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Name-Of-The-GameMy name is Ass, Jack Ass$10 million is what Jack Ass want from Viacom since he thinks that the daredevil show on MTV is "liable for injury to a reputation I have built and defamation of character I have created.". Mr Ass was three years ago changing his name to Jack Ass and have created a cartoon and after Knoxvilles big time success Mr Ass thinks his brand have been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/107937330262406839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=107937330262406839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107937330262406839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107937330262406839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept_13.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-107928471791516560</id><published>2004-03-12T18:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T19:33:48.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Funny-ReflectionsDon't drive and divefrom the Slashdot news-letter:"Most amusing is all the comments about how TV in cars is for passengers, because as we know, the drivers are too busy talking on their cell phones." and the article is a piece from San Fransisco Chronicle where they show the "revolutionary" new sat-TV dish for SUVs... kinda big...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/107928471791516560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=107928471791516560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107928471791516560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107928471791516560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept_12.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-107920832523480720</id><published>2004-03-11T20:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T21:21:32.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Wage-List10 most overpaid jobsMan, this is fun! I just steal the list: 10) Wedding photographers Photographers earn a national average of $1,900 for a wedding, though many charge $2,500 to $5,000 for a one-day shoot, client meeting and processing time that runs up to 20 hours or more, and the cost of materials. The overpaid ones are the many who admit they only do weddings for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/107920832523480720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=107920832523480720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107920832523480720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107920832523480720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept_11.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-107920593109140260</id><published>2004-03-10T20:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T20:29:42.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Re-Branding-Stuff12th Turkmenbashi"When are you born? A at the twelfth of Turkmenbashi...The president of Turkmenistan is taking the branding biz serious and seeking to rename the month of January after himself. Turkmenbashi means 'head of Turkmenistan'. How's about that? Well, not only that he is having his presidency for life - he have cities, airports, and a meteorite named after him,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/107920593109140260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=107920593109140260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107920593109140260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107920593109140260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept_10.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-107920540262276586</id><published>2004-03-09T20:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T20:20:16.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of A-Mouthful-Of-ArtChewing the artWhat is art? That question is maybe eternal and here is an artist who really re-lives the question: his "paintings" are made out of chewing gum. I mean - this is rather peculiar and strange. Imagine the way that guy is working... looking like a cow chewing and chewing on and on. And when the red color is out he have to get down the candy store to get some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/107920540262276586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=107920540262276586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107920540262276586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107920540262276586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept_09.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-107918208369733169</id><published>2004-03-08T20:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T20:06:21.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Lettuce-ViolenceThe brawl around the salad barThe guys at The Smoking Gun have dug up a truly anti-vegetarian story when they posting the policereport on the big brawl around the salad bar down in Retirements-Paradise Florida. 62 year old Hooker was giving the 86 year old the menu of boxing. And they say that the older have something to learn young people... the perfect hook?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/107918208369733169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=107918208369733169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107918208369733169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107918208369733169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept_08.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-107695874967807790</id><published>2004-03-07T13:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T20:08:18.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Apples-In-RedmondBehind enemyline"as if they were working for a division of General Motors making parts for Volkswagens."They might be the aliens of the Big Software Co, or like putting Usama as vice-POTUS. The Mac lovers of Microsoft is a strange part of the company, like soldiers not on any side or on both. They are coding the Mac-versions of popular Microsoft-applications and they are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/107695874967807790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=107695874967807790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107695874967807790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107695874967807790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept_07.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-107917266654972136</id><published>2004-03-06T10:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T20:38:23.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Children-With-Strange-NamesBranding the child"U.S. Census Bureau reports that over a thousand babies born in the year 2000 were named after luxury goods."Isn't this strange? Some more new age-inflicted theorists are seeing this to be a way to convey status and power to the children through their names, something that seem to be almost archetyphical since naming a child should be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/107917266654972136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=107917266654972136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107917266654972136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107917266654972136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept_06.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-107695841768561208</id><published>2004-03-05T13:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T20:09:09.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Scary-GadgetsSweet dreams are made of thisDon't you sometimes wish you could decide what to dream about when sleeping those few hours that is needed to be as functional as expected? "The dream machine comes equipped with a voice recorder, array of lights, picture frame, fragrance dispenser, selection of internally stored background music, two speakers and a timer. Working in conjunction,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/107695841768561208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=107695841768561208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107695841768561208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107695841768561208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept_05.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-107916622203421230</id><published>2004-03-04T09:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T09:34:38.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of State-Of-The-AssPainting with your buttOne never stops to be fascinated by the fantasy people are able to develop when coming to nudity. This is Joe Gallant and his hired porn-stars that paints pictures through squirting... I wonder if the paintings is for sale... I mean "Weeeh! I have a painting made by Sydney Moon!"But(t) it´s just a evolution of the sixties artist Yves Klein who let </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/107916622203421230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=107916622203421230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107916622203421230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107916622203421230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept_04.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-107382749144179369</id><published>2004-03-03T20:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T20:32:09.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Work-ForceNot that bad being between jobsDvorkin is putting up a story about the benefits of being unemployed and this is all from getting rid of telemarketers and other solicitors to being more close to his spouse...Other surprising benefits is that the cluttered house got cleaned and learned the Free Enterprise Hurrah! system.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/107382749144179369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=107382749144179369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107382749144179369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107382749144179369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept_03.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-107695858914996570</id><published>2004-03-02T20:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T20:09:40.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of ESPFeel the painThis is somewhat a classic. There's lot of journalists who been revealed to report from places but themselves sitting at some hotel far away. The weatherman Gary LaPierre WBZ Radio was talking about the cold weather and, as usual, got the listeners to feel that he was in Boston looking out the window. But he wasn't. The report of one of the coldest mornings in Boston was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/107695858914996570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=107695858914996570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107695858914996570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107695858914996570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept_02.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-107851091394619326</id><published>2004-03-01T19:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T19:24:05.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Childrens-TreatThis candy isn't childrens finestEvery saturday my kids is starving for candy. I wonder where I could find this sorted goods which the guys making Bad-Candy.com is testing. Yes - it is a site dedicated to candy that tastes bad and/or are looking more like dog-feces. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/107851091394619326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=107851091394619326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107851091394619326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107851091394619326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/03/dept_01.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-107764325686503</id><published>2004-02-24T18:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T18:34:43.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Blondes-With-Big-BangersHooters with six-shootersNot only the ammo was in large caliber when the Swedish Bikini Team did take a day off at the firing-range. They was doing a real tag-round. The girls have had a though training since they are in the movie-biz and of course there are something thrilling with curved blondes with big guns... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/107764325686503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=107764325686503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107764325686503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107764325686503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/02/dept.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-107734667924638438</id><published>2004-02-21T07:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T22:25:46.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Law-And-OrderCop slept in the patrolcarAt a accidentsite in Sweden the police was closing down the road with his car. But he was sort of tired and fell asleep and when a withstander went to ask what had happened he found the cop in deep sleep with the lights on. (swedish article)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/107734667924638438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=107734667924638438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107734667924638438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107734667924638438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/02/dept_21.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-107764482707659971</id><published>2004-02-20T18:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T18:49:07.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Cleaning-Out-The-ClosetThe 100 CDs one can live withoutThey surely have done a intense job the guys at jaguaro.org when they have put together the ultimate list of records one can live without. There are some entries that are somewhat surprising and some that make me wanna shoot the site down. But the Net is free and so are the taste in music.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/107764482707659971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=107764482707659971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107764482707659971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107764482707659971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/02/dept_20.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-107695791127069586</id><published>2004-02-16T20:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T18:52:34.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Anti-RevlonThis is the uncolored truthLinda Evangelista, the hyper-super-duper-diva-model of the eighties didn't expect that a picture like this should be able for anyone to download. But at DeansPlanet.Com there are all those pics of the celebs which they probably would wish been burnt in an accidential fire. Sorry, babe. This is the Internet-era.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/107695791127069586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=107695791127069586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107695791127069586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107695791127069586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/02/dept_16.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-107575538271789027</id><published>2004-02-15T21:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T18:35:52.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Useful-SkillsBlow your fruitsSo here's the story: We are three nerds (Isaac, Damon, and Reid). Upon Damon's return from MIT to our native quaint mountain village of Ashland, Oregon during winter break, he decided that the BASIC micro-controller he had just procured should be used in a high-speed flash photography lab. This was something Damon and Isaac had considered before, but not very</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/107575538271789027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=107575538271789027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107575538271789027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107575538271789027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/02/dept_15.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-10769575767370894</id><published>2004-02-14T21:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T22:04:49.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Tech-IntifadaThree blind phreaks "Three blind mice See how they run! They all ran  after the farmer's wife, Who cut off their tails,  With a carving knife. Did you ever see  such a thing in your life, As three blind mice.". These three blind lads are blind and have used the Israelii telephonelines to phreak and got the Palestinians a fake telco company and made somewhat $2 mil. They have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/10769575767370894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=10769575767370894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/10769575767370894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/10769575767370894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/02/dept_14.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-107695822734727241</id><published>2004-02-13T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T23:22:26.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Hacking-The-Good-WayHack the devil's machineWhat if you´re a born-again wiz-kid, a g33k saved from hell or simply born-into-the-church-scriptkiddie? Of course you join the Christian Hackers' Association. And since you probably is a right-wing white trash you can't understand why there should be wrong to break the law of copyright, taking over virtual estates and gate-crashing digital </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/107695822734727241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=107695822734727241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107695822734727241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107695822734727241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/02/dept_13.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681133.post-107695741870946484</id><published>2004-02-12T23:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T18:56:37.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dept. of Old-Emailers-Inc.Granny a hardcore spammer"An Ohio woman whose credit card fraud schemes began to unravel when she unwittingly spammed an off-duty FBI computer crime agent pleaded guilty to a federal conspiracy charge Tuesday, and potentially faces years in prison." the SecurityFocus writes. What to say: bad luck. The 55 year old Helen Carr was a email-scammer and how many people she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/feeds/107695741870946484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681133&amp;postID=107695741870946484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107695741870946484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681133/posts/default/107695741870946484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangewayshereicome.blogspot.com/2004/02/dept_12.html' title=''/><author><name>deeped</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8MRO6ZXaDg/TeP9wIzRIDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OK0F-NeVJKA/s220/DSCN0763.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
