<?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-3690227</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:16:42.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canned Insanity</title><subtitle type='html'>My ranting and ravings (quite a few of the latter) and just general stuff.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslissa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690227/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslissa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10844609262453314480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690227.post-79959457</id><published>2002-08-07T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-07T17:45:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bleh. Am feeling incredibly sick to my stomach after dissecting a sheep's heart, lungs and other assorted goodies. One of my friends kept spouting Shakespeare at me ('Out, damned spot!') and both of them went to the deed with altogether a little too much eagerness. I find it disturbing that we actually contain this stuff. I can still  smell  the gloves, only my mind is convinced it smells blood. (Ack, stupid keyboard) More Macbeth references. I'll be glad when that's over. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690227-79959457?l=misslissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690227/posts/default/79959457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690227/posts/default/79959457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslissa.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79959457' title=''/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10844609262453314480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
