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Night Terrors'/><category term='feed..'/><category term='You were a gambling man with a...'/><category term='Thank you Valya'/><category term='The Man in the High Castle'/><category term='New Phone'/><category term='Xmas 2007 review'/><category term='Christmas card'/><category term='The Grey Cloud Star Trek'/><category term='Life lessons'/><category term='Brasil versus Ireland video'/><category term='The Trains'/><category term='Tan&apos;s Blog'/><category term='Round up'/><category term='Round up 7-12-2010'/><category term='Christmas card from a co worker'/><category term='Stories'/><category term='Happy birthday UNC'/><category term='Soccer and smiles.'/><category term='Saturday'/><category term='Cadium red.'/><category term='Mistakes I&apos;ve made a few'/><category term='Doctor Who news'/><category term='(2)'/><category term='Source Code'/><category term='New haircut'/><category term='The Doctors office'/><category term='Mr Malchera goes to Washington DC.'/><category term='Germany'/><category term='I watch too much TV even on holiday Muenster'/><category term='19'/><category term='Five years smoke free'/><category term='Zodiac'/><category term='Christina Ricci'/><category term='I am grateful'/><category term='Happy Birhday Nessa'/><category term='In Germany again.'/><category term='The words of my co workers'/><category term='Well done Tanya'/><category term='Yogi Bear'/><category term='50 years ago today'/><category term='Holiday plans'/><category term='Lá Fhéile Pádraig'/><category term='but I won&apos;t do that'/><category term='Skool reports'/><category term='No strings'/><category term='Neanderthals'/><category term='Virginia beach'/><category term='Monster control procedure.'/><title type='text'>`` Liar and a Dreamer''</title><subtitle type='html'>Little things: Bits and Pieces. Sweepings of thought, the bright bottle tops, the candy wrappers that catch my eye. 
As I daydream holding my broom the shopfloor of life. 
I am a reformed ``biter''
I watch too much TV. I like to travel. This is my story</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1608</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-2320241681132811966</id><published>2012-02-01T11:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T11:36:20.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fingers crossed'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jEKpkCiQWns/TymUH1R5vgI/AAAAAAAACFM/0nCb9RNHhPg/s1600/fingers-crossed_sxc-7760141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="134" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jEKpkCiQWns/TymUH1R5vgI/AAAAAAAACFM/0nCb9RNHhPg/s200/fingers-crossed_sxc-7760141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed that Sthefany bear, gets her Visa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-2320241681132811966?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/2320241681132811966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=2320241681132811966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/2320241681132811966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/2320241681132811966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2012/02/fingers-crossed-that-sthefany-bear-gets.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jEKpkCiQWns/TymUH1R5vgI/AAAAAAAACFM/0nCb9RNHhPg/s72-c/fingers-crossed_sxc-7760141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-2694259700610065945</id><published>2012-01-31T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T20:21:48.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insomina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='january.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has gone 4am, here. I cannot sleep. I went to work tired yesterday. I remember looking at my watch, at 4.30 in the morning, I thought it cannot be that late. But it was 5.30 an hour later, and than 06.15. So, I got up at 10.am. Actually, at 0955 am. I showered and had a crude breakfast, of crisps and caramel bars. I made it into work. I spent the whole day replacing books, it seemed. My boss decided, to let two people go early. Despite the fact that we were, seven people down already.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I came home. I thought I would fall asleep easily. I took, Nytol, and boots herbal sleeping aid. Neither worked at all. I tried reciting the names, of cartoons, and TV programs. It has not worked. All my life, I have been prone to bouts of insomnia. I remember I once, got a detention. I stayed up the whole night before. I am not sure, why. I remember an espeically bad period of sleeplessness after, I split from Jaqui. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January is over at least. That is something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-2694259700610065945?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/2694259700610065945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=2694259700610065945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/2694259700610065945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/2694259700610065945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-has-gone-4am-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-3997732963366777146</id><published>2012-01-30T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T13:57:47.384-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erika Fani Soriamolina'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Costa Concordia victim died after she gave life jacket to elderly man&lt;br /&gt;Young Peruvian waitress Erika Fani Soriamolina, whose body was recovered from the shipwrecked Costa Concordia off the Tuscan island of Giglio, has been hailed a heroine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peruvian crew member Erika Soria poses in front of the Costa Concordia cruise ship Photo: Reuters&lt;br /&gt;By Josephine McKenna, Rome2:23PM GMT 29 Jan 2012&lt;br /&gt;Erika Fani Soriamolina's body was found by divers on the sixth deck of the vessel wearing the ship's uniform but no life jacket.&lt;br /&gt;Witnesses said Soriamolina had helped dozens of terrified passengers into lifeboats on the night of the disaster before giving the life jacket to an elderly man.&lt;br /&gt;A tourism graduate, Soriamolina was working on only her third cruise on the Costa Concordia .&lt;br /&gt;The recovery of the young woman's body ended a desperate search by her parents and sister Madeleine who were among the family members of passengers and crew waiting for news of their loved ones on Giglio.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday the body of a woman found several days ago was identified as German passenger Inge Shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen people are now confirmed dead after the cruise ship struck rocks and ran aground on January 13 with 4,200 passengers and crew on board and more than 15 people are still missing.&lt;br /&gt;The 17-deck Costa Concordia was run aground in the rocky bay about an hour after its captain, Francesco Schettino, misjudged a 'sail-past' of the Italian island of Giglio and rammed it into rocks, ripping a massive tear in its hull.&lt;br /&gt;Schettino is under house arrest at his home near Sorrento, accused of manslaughter, causing a shipwreck and abandoning ship along with first officer Ciro Ambrosio.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, there were fresh concerns on Sunday about a potential environmental disaster after experts discovered the ship had moved 1.4 inches over a six-hour period from midnight to 6am.&lt;br /&gt;Search and salvage operations were suspended after the move was detected while heavy seas and strong winds also made it unsafe to continue operations.&lt;br /&gt;A barge carrying pumping equipment that was attached to the capsized ship was withdrawn on Saturday and it was unclear when operations might resume.&lt;br /&gt;One of the scientists monitoring the ship, Professor Riccardo Fanti from the University of Florence, said the ship's latest movement was of serious concern. Until now the ship has been moving 3 to 4 millimetres an hour.&lt;br /&gt;"This is much higher than before," Prof Fanti said on Sunday. " It is the highest rate we have recorded. We are very concerned about this acceleration." Experts are concerned that the ship may slide off the rock shelf where it is perched into deeper water before salvage teams can recover the 2,400 tonnes of fuel on board and avert an environmental disaster in Giglio, a popular marine reserve.&lt;br /&gt;Franco Gabrielli, the head of the Costa Concordia emergency operation, on Sunday said it would take "seven to 10 months" to remove the wreckage of the ship from Giglio once the fuel had been removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away, from home. Never to hear the noise, of Lima again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, Erika. Graduate, Immigrant, Peruvian and Heroine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-3997732963366777146?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/3997732963366777146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=3997732963366777146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/3997732963366777146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/3997732963366777146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2012/01/costa-concordia-victim-died-after-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-3691682047266942763</id><published>2012-01-29T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T04:19:52.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Derby Day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had managed to get the weekend, before my long weekend off. The key is to book early. So, I booked a ticket, to QPR V Chelsea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thus had to set my alarm. Which sort of defeats the point of having a Saturday off. Anyway. I walked down into the ground. The first thing, I noticed was the absence of people from the nearby pubs. The Pubs, were stewarded, and quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a much stronger police presence. Than normal. I was searched on my way into the ground. I had to explain, that my printed ticket, was valid for the match. The lady who scanned my ticket, was quite cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vohWC520Mv8/TyU0x8hI94I/AAAAAAAACEY/o2KU9LbSBkY/s1600/QPR3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vohWC520Mv8/TyU0x8hI94I/AAAAAAAACEY/o2KU9LbSBkY/s200/QPR3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from my return home. I counted 8 police horses. There were several, dogs. There were 8 police vans, on the road out of the stadium, towards Westfield, and the tube stations .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D555ZIzV3l0/TyU1PMEzL1I/AAAAAAAACEk/IN7DuEUNrbk/s1600/QPR4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D555ZIzV3l0/TyU1PMEzL1I/AAAAAAAACEk/IN7DuEUNrbk/s200/QPR4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Not the first time, there has been a horses ass, on this blog) Anyway as you can tell, it was a mid winters day. The temperature stayed below 10 degrees. I was worried I would feel sick, from a chill. But that passed. My thermal socks, did not prove thermal though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mr3EUf0JDFo/TyU1yzxmC5I/AAAAAAAACEw/Qd1Q_-mqR0Q/s1600/QPR1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mr3EUf0JDFo/TyU1yzxmC5I/AAAAAAAACEw/Qd1Q_-mqR0Q/s200/QPR1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in an unfamilar, part of the stand. So it took me a few moments to find my seat. The sun was in our eyes. I was sitting in a season ticket holders place. Mr H, was not able to attend the game, for whatever reason and his loss, was my gain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chelsea fans, were in full voice. There were no banners, or flags allowed it seems. The Chelsea fans, commented on the size, of the ground:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;`&lt;b&gt;`Your grounds too big for you&lt;/b&gt; ''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and they sung the&lt;b&gt; blue flag&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;The QPR fans, responded. With...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;John Terry you know what you said&lt;/blockquote&gt;.. which morphed into &lt;b&gt;John Terry, your Mum's a thief..John Terry, he sleeps with his Mum!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I would like to thank our fans, from refraining from the vulgar euphemisms, for sleep &lt;br /&gt;The Chelsea fans, replied with&lt;blockquote&gt;John Terry is probably your Dad. &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Terry#Recent_seasons&lt;br /&gt;Why Terry is a figure of controversy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was not one I would commend to neutrals. QPR had very few shots on goal. The first half, was quite free flowing. There was only a moments of added, time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second half. was more dramatic. Chelsea broke the deadlock. One of there players dived in front of the QPR goal. Paddy Kenny did his best. But as Ron Atkinson, observed. Your not going to save a great penalty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the Chelsea, players was injured. The Game, was held up, for several moments. QPR substituted Helguson, a mistake in my opinion. We were granted 7 minutes, of time added, on, and Sean Wright Phillips, came close. However in the end, this was not our day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-3691682047266942763?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/3691682047266942763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=3691682047266942763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/3691682047266942763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/3691682047266942763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-had-managed-to-get-weekend-before-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vohWC520Mv8/TyU0x8hI94I/AAAAAAAACEY/o2KU9LbSBkY/s72-c/QPR3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-5578757491198602582</id><published>2012-01-26T16:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:26:00.788-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday Patwa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Patwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Patwah/Loon/Sashie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest brother, who is 26 today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-5578757491198602582?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/5578757491198602582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=5578757491198602582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/5578757491198602582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/5578757491198602582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-patwa-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-5950879166785967219</id><published>2012-01-23T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T15:58:05.341-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghosts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dickens'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-POqw4vh3I3Q/Tx3yKk0RzxI/AAAAAAAACD4/U-93q18HSyU/s1600/IMG-20120121-00017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-POqw4vh3I3Q/Tx3yKk0RzxI/AAAAAAAACD4/U-93q18HSyU/s200/IMG-20120121-00017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was killing time, at work. I wanted to sneak out 5 minutes, early. So, I walked through the public areas. There was an exhibition on Dickens and Ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, if there is one thing I loathe its ghost stories. I get scared too easily. I basically, spent a lonely adolescence. As I would not have been able to sit through horror movies, to impress young ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly, its because of that, that I never got round to watching the unquiet dead, for years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Unquiet_Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sfoF5VlDD90/Tx3ymH_6eDI/AAAAAAAACEE/AICJ54bLtwU/s1600/IMG-20120121-00019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sfoF5VlDD90/Tx3ymH_6eDI/AAAAAAAACEE/AICJ54bLtwU/s200/IMG-20120121-00019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a section at work, full of books about this. Most written in the years after the horror of world war 1. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle for one became obsessed by spiritualism. Lest we forget Duke university had a parapyschology lab, till a generation ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to someone who is working hard, and would enjoy resting and reading a ghost story&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-5950879166785967219?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/5950879166785967219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=5950879166785967219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/5950879166785967219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/5950879166785967219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-was-killing-time-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-POqw4vh3I3Q/Tx3yKk0RzxI/AAAAAAAACD4/U-93q18HSyU/s72-c/IMG-20120121-00017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-5134333915134392031</id><published>2012-01-22T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T07:08:37.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cowboys and Aliens'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cowboys &amp; Aliens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught the trailer, for this sometime, last year. The trailer looked fantastic. Its a classic B-Movie. A one line pitch. ``Cowboys v Aliens'' In the way that Miami Vice, was MTV Cops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is no great revelation to be had here. However I did enjoy it. Its a bit smarter than the average blockbuster. The cast is stronger. Craig, and Harrison Ford, and than... Paul Dano, the Preacher from there will be Blood. Walton Goggins, (Shane Vandrell from the Shield, and Sam Rockwell. Sam Rockwell is third billing remember when he was going to be the next big thing. Moon, and parts in Iron man 2, and this are not exactly working for food, but its a moon which which is waning rather than waxing, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Craig wakes up somewhere in the old west. With a blood stained shirt, and no memory. Only a strange bracelet on his hand.  For the first chapter of the film, Craig remains silence. There is an economy  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig reminds us of why he is the most effective Bond, since Connery. Connery, was a hard man. Not an especially likeable one. See his comments about hitting women. Craig gives off a similar vibe. Similar.. See his line in Casino Royal, the Bitch is dead... Craig Bond works for that part of the British Secret Service, which poisoned wells, in Oman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ford, plays against type in this movie. Harrison is Dolarhyde a ruthless cattle baron. The paths, of Craig and Ford, cross when Craig, hits Fords son, in a confrontation in the one horse town, which Craig heads to for shelter after waking. Dolarhyde is introduced, to the camera having a man pulled between two horses. So Dolarhyde, goes into town, to free his son, who shot a deputy, after a confrontation with Craig. Who it turns out, is the notorious Jake Lonnegan, who stole gold, from a stage coach, belonging to Dolarhyde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its at that point the Aliens attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly the Aliens, use drones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing, I did like about this film, is that it knew its history. Yes its a comic book. However the Mexican war, and the United states civil war, were fresh in the characters minds. The Apaches, who are introduced later in the film, are a figure of menace at first. They are wild and dangerous. Than the Hollywood treatment steps in... However the film, does not flinch from the marital prowess of the Apache. The leader of the Apache, taunts Dolarhyde, with the question of if he is such a great warrior, why do only a man and a boy follow him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point Craig, fighting with an alien drone. Realises he is flying. Powered flight, is still a generation away. Assuming this 1878. 1848, plus thirty years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia Wilde, is pretty. I was glad of the nod towards the real old west. When Oliva joins the posse, who ride out, after the townspeople. The preacher says, a boy and a dog, why not a woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a nice piece, when she approaches, Craig in the Bar, and he tells her he is here, to drink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On occasion Daniel Craig, sounds too english. To be monikered Jake Lonnegan, why not lawford? The same is true with David O 'Hara's North Channel Accent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still it is very enjoyable, and should introduce the brighter parts of the younger audience, onto better things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-5134333915134392031?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/5134333915134392031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=5134333915134392031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/5134333915134392031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/5134333915134392031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2012/01/cowboys-aliens-i-caught-trailer-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-9170444780383002815</id><published>2012-01-21T06:33:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T06:33:37.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good luck  Valya'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good luck to my Valya, who has to work the whole weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-9170444780383002815?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/9170444780383002815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=9170444780383002815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/9170444780383002815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/9170444780383002815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-luck-to-my-valya-who-has-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-8868922438849893292</id><published>2012-01-21T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T06:33:01.924-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feliz cumpleaños'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>¡feliz cumpleaños Nancy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-8868922438849893292?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/8868922438849893292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=8868922438849893292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/8868922438849893292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/8868922438849893292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2012/01/feliz-cumpleanos-nancy.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-9057329655181442299</id><published>2012-01-18T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T19:23:32.753-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The World at War'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GffQ_EOXRaQ/TxeMpAaVzFI/AAAAAAAACDo/lDZ63rRQXZY/s1600/download.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GffQ_EOXRaQ/TxeMpAaVzFI/AAAAAAAACDo/lDZ63rRQXZY/s200/download.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the first few episodes of this at High school. Its a British TV series. That sets out the History of the Second world war. I did not study the second world war directly at High school. &lt;br /&gt;From than on, I have caught various episodes, on various history channels. I was at a loss for something to do, one night. I had tided out my wardrobe, so. I put them on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrated by Laurence Olivier, before he was knighted. The series was filmed in 1974. I think it holds up well. The only mentions of the contemporary world. Are references to fighting in Vietnam. A father, a veteran telling his children, that burning child, is a person. It could as well, have been Iraq. Or the foothills of Helmund. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as History, it has held up well. The series, gives a good broad account, of World war, 2. Its strength, is bringing home, the War what it meant &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its cast of thousands, but from both upstairs and downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Avon, shares the stage with Albert Speer, and the Marquis Ito,( One of the higher ups, in the Japanese cabinent/  Karl Doneiz, Doeniz, sounds almost like a comic german. `Ve have vays'' Mark Clark, and Lord Mountbatten. Mountbatten would become a casualty of another war, a few years later. There are Russian officers and Bomber Harris. Harris is unrepentant and there is a French General. Speaking of the collapse of France. Hitler's Valet and Secretary, talk into the Cameras about life, in the Bunker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than there  are Berliners, who were waitresses, and cooks. Sailors, who describe the battle of the Atlantic. Sleeping dripping wet on lockers, for less money then there wives made in the factories. A British soldier talks about Burma. A land, where Bully beef, became liquid. There is Dame Vera Lynn, as a young woman, with her long legs bare, and smile, entertaining the forgotten army in Burma. A Dutch Woman, still pretty, despite her age, talks of her life, as the Holocaust swept her up. She was spared because of all things, scarlet fever. She was took sick for a concentration camp. Dutch civil servants, and policemen, talk about how they became unwitting tools, in mass murder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series, often ends an episode, on a low note. The Normandy episode, which ends with the  liberation of Paris, concludes with images of bloody street fighting. A man firing a rifle, over a huddled crowd, including children. The occupation episode, finishes with the words, that thousands of Dutchmen, and women and children would starve, before there liberation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An episode about life on the British Home front. Does not paint a pretty picture, of the war. It ends with a newsreel, showing a redheaded, public school boy who had been conscripted into the mines. Much to his surprise, his peers would have become officers. The Series had tracked him, down and interviewed him. It concluded, with the observation, that such measures would not change the problems, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, its final episode, has Steven Ambrose, summing up fruits of the British  contribution, as a moral victory. Saving themselves from the dark night of Nazism. Not to be dismissed, but compared to the Two Superpowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I have taken, from the episode. Which may not have struck the viewers, at the time. Is that this is a world I knew. I see the Allies crossing the Rhine at Cologne. They are about 100 m upstream from the Chocolate factory and sports museum. I see Kiev, and it looks familiar, I swear. A German talks, about reading the papers, at the Hauptbahoff, in Colonge. There are the buildings of Berlin. ( I took, the war walking tour there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than there is the horror of the holocaust episode. It starts slowly. Its interesting to observe, that the episode criticises Nazism, on quite strong Christian grounds. The SS are portrayed as a perverse mockery of the Jesuits. The 1970s, were a time, in which the UK thought of itself, more of a Christian country, than it did today. I noticed the choirboys and Bishops at a service at the Centotaph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horror of those events, escape my words. I am not sure, this blog is the place. To try. My notes mention a woman, who had hidden under a pile of corpses somewhere in the US. The bodies included her child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Lord Avon recount the House of Commons condemnation of those events. A well meaning man, at the limits of his power. I do not think its fair to criticise individuals, but the impotence, of the action. Struck me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Parliament. The series shows us, that the Past truly is a foreign country. I have mentioned the visibility of the Anglican Church. Newsreels, of the mainland, have Catholic priests everywhere. The series, is at pains to mention the role of Indian soldiers, in the Far East Campaign, Dutch Muslim soldiers, from the Indes, and African American GI's are shown. Mark Clark, mentions he commanded Muslim troops in Italy.  There are discussions of the events in the House of Parliament. At a time, when the House, was the life blood of British politics. An attempt to foist Churchill from leadership fails, when the Tory MP, who rises to speak. Suggests the Duke of Gloucester for reasons best known to himself, and the almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last image I was left with was the Africa corps reunion, which Australians, and British attended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vision of a different world. A horrible one, but an excellent attempt to explain it. A fine and ennobling piece of television&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-9057329655181442299?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/9057329655181442299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=9057329655181442299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/9057329655181442299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/9057329655181442299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-saw-first-few-episodes-of-this-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GffQ_EOXRaQ/TxeMpAaVzFI/AAAAAAAACDo/lDZ63rRQXZY/s72-c/download.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-9095715753436575404</id><published>2012-01-18T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T09:01:10.276-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOPA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoons/'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the absence of wikipedia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As wikipedia, is down today. In protest against SOPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:SOPA_initiative/Learn_more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided, to step into wiki's shoes briefly, and supply everything you need to know about Old school cartoons. You are very welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The family ness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Loch Ness Monster was big in the 1980s. A teacher called me Noisy Ness, Malchera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sport Billy&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A hero from another planet. One of my favourite cartoons, as an under 5. I presume, because like me, sport Billy had black hair, and jeans. Contrary to rumour not banned in Scotland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr Men.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written about my affections for the show earlier on my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Smurfs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing worth watching on Sundays. However never forgave Papa smurf, for saying you are behaving like humans. Bigot! There was a reboot, which I saw only once. Which featured Grandpappy smurf. First fan website, I ever saw produced was by Robyn on the smurfs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Galaxy High. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galaxy High, Why should the under tens, worry if they are popular at HS? No seriously America why? Something wrong with the system there...1980s fish out of water cartoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Battle of the Planets. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They used drones Automated Missile trucks, when fighting the bad guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thunderbirds, 2061.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the line, make it jump like a scalded cat. Also one of the pilots had PTSD, and there was a rebellion in the Asteroid colonies. Not enough fighting though. True to the Gerry Anderson series, in that case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rupert the bear.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupert your a wonderful bear, you wear love hearts on your underwear. British comic strip, which is the only thing in the Daily express, worth reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Centurions.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourites. There was an episode, where a kid, is  kidnapped and recruited, by the main foe and happily beats the Heroes, with the Baddie's robot army. Also had an Irish astronaut, and a pretty redhead. Quite interesting in retrospect, as it features a transporter beam, but no internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Captain Planet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geordi La Forge, solves the Troubles. This is not a joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MASK. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the hero, just jump out of Aircraft, to solve the episodes problems? Also an American secret society that acts outside the law, and wears disguises should worry people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Galaxy rangers,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never really watched this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bravestar,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a thing for Cowboys in Space, end of the 1980s start of the 1990s. Native American in Space. Was he the inspiration for Chakotay in Voyager?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hulk cartoon&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I remember this on Saturday morning. The female lead, was captured in one episode, trying to Hitch Hike, there is a moral for you there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Get along gang&lt;/b&gt;. They lived in a caboose ( American term for an railroad car) Hey kids, play on the railways! The leader was called Montgomery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Duckula&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;British TV series. Voiced by David Jason. Pray your never meet, with Duckula? Did ITV make more animation than the BBC? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tailspin.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney keeping Baloo, out of the Public Domain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kissyfur.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental series, they would show on Saturdays. bear, and father. grieving over his mother's death. Attacking a crocodile that used to try and eat the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Godzilla and Godzooky.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Cartoon, that I would sit through BBC Young persons, TV on saturdays for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spiderman and his amazing friends&lt;/b&gt;. Played this in Primary school. I was the lizard. I fought Spider man! I still remember that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Fantastic Four &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Version without the Human Torch, another BBC Moral panic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X-Men. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Several versions)Theme tune, was a kicker. I was called a hypocrite for whistling the tune in senior year. ( For the cousins) As I would have told someone else, they were childish for doing so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spideman, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1998 version, I saw in the USA, when I should be in class. Introduced me to the black cat. Who in my mind is linked with Catherine W. Crush I had in UNC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The new animated Batman, and Superman adventures.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to watch this in UNC, after class. Really good. Described in SFX as cartoon Noir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Animaniacs. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly smart scripted series, on the WB channel. Yet covered US civic history-crossing of the Delaware, the Star spangled Banner the  Also featured a long haired blonde nurse as a regular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My little Pony.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters had the videos and the toys. There was one of the Ponies who was a genius. Who said things like, ``in theory, yes in practicality no!'' I still use this line. There were villains called Crabnasties.. giggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Biker Mice from Mars.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British series, I don't know if I ever watched it. Recent, remember the titles though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teenage mutant Ninja turtles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite of my youngest brother. BBC had a slight moral panic over the word Ninja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Batfink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My wings are like a shield of steel. Asian stereotype sidekick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rodger Ramjet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used to be shown in the morning. Odd as its actually a US satire. US Jet age hero, is an idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rainbow bright.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My middle sisters favourite show, at 8 years old. Oirsh Patty o' Green character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carebears.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun fact Harry Dean Stanton worked on the Care bear movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flintstones&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. A favourite of my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jetsons..&lt;/b&gt;.   Again... See Family guy spoofs, for this and the flint stones too&lt;br /&gt;( Wasn't there a third series based on the premise of an ordinary modern family in ancient rome?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chip N Dale.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.One of my favourite shows of all time. Pretty mouse techie. Wicked theme tune..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Duck Tales-&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I know the theme tune, in Russian. ``Life is like a Hurricane'' I was compared to scrooge McDuck at work. By an ex supervisor. Who I presume earned more money than me...Also Scrooge wears a kilt, but the tight fisted Scotsman is a lowlander nae?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gummi Bears- &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to make gummi berry juice, out of black currant and orange. Cartoon based on a piece of Candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Willy Fogg&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Great series gateway, to the books. Oh and quite accurate. Notice the duel. Willy Fogg, fights a duel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jayce and the wheeled warriors&lt;/b&gt;. A woman once slapped me, because I remembered the name. &lt;br /&gt;Jayce crosses the galaxy fighting veg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reboot- &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw one episode, which was incredibly well written featuring cameo's from Mulder and Scully at the height of their fame) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Raggy Dolls-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British series. I used to pretend it was called Ragga dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Ratties-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Voiced by Spike Milligan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rhubarb and Custard. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People thought the tune was hysterical in HS, it was. Once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Visionaries.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrows fierce the swords, repel, may nothing pierce this mortal shell''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go-Bots&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;My brothers friend was in trouble for singing the theme tune in class. I wonder if the Go-Bots are more remembered now, as they are mentioned in passing in Lethal weapon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Transformers&lt;/b&gt;- &lt;br /&gt;The classic. I cried when Prime died. Grimlock....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GI. Joe.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Never watched the series here. I used to read the  blurbs on the videos in Woolworths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He-Man, and the Masters of the Universe&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;In today's story..One truly terrifying two part episode. Featured a gate with snakes, and maniac laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Mysterious cites of Gold.&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Epic PC series. Probably responsible for my love of Latin women, The colonisation of the Americas, meets the Chariots of the Gods. Find a live action TV series with that ambition? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Belle and Sebastian&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Did they ever get over the Mountains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thundercats&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I had the sticker book, which someone stole. Also, Thundercats, left there people to die on Thundera. They are the Aristocrats. Mutants the Villians, brought a fleet, of people.  The Thundercats saved their manservant and let the cities die. Pilot featured nudity though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Voltran&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They showed this in Texas. The home and garden store, not the US state. Though the show is more popular in the United States of America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dino Riders&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I had one of the toy dinosaurs. No one else seems to have noticed the show though. The toy was cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Paw Paw Bears&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The lead villain was quite sympathetic. I always wanted him to win. Esp, as the leader of the Paw Paw, bears, was a whiny girl  ``Flying cloud'' You would almost wait for Phil Sheridan to show up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dogtanian, and the Muskerhounds&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Heard Italians singing the tune, in Sienna, in Italian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Defenders of the Earth.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broadcast here, a decade after the US. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conan. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and sister, make fun of me by singing a song, based about me..based on the theme tune of Conan. Malchera the adventurer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Once upon a ...life&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;( French Cartoon, Channel 4 used to show, did the whole of world history, and Biology)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She-ra&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I had the poster. I thought Hordak, was a better villain than Skeletor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Droids&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Curiously I may have had a friend who worked on this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ewoks&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;See above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dangermouse&lt;/b&gt;- &lt;br /&gt;Kid at school named Penfold. He grew up learning how to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bucky O Hare&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Lets croak us some toad...The comics were worthless, in the 1990s. Friend collected a lot to sell. Nothings &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maxie's  world&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;My littlest sister, loved it. She used to watch it on saturdays. Nice theme tune Feminist horror. The male charcters are all idiots. &lt;br /&gt;B&lt;b&gt;ill and Ted&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever they show elephants, they mention one of there fathers is a republican. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Police academy the cartoon&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;shown on saturdays. I swear I am the only person to have seen this I know off. Possibly because Tackleberry would use firearms to open doors. &lt;br /&gt;M&lt;b&gt;r T.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother had the cassette and book. For years I confused, the phrase limoscene, with liberty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Happy Days cartoon&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I remember one episode, which featured a Beyonce lookalike running around the North African of Timbucktu, in a bikini. Not the most accurate history. Oh and my brother had the cake, based on the time machine for his birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Raccoons.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the TV movie in class. The TV movie, is a retcon. TV movie makes Cyril sneer an Alien.&lt;br /&gt;Was the Alligator Tycoon, supposed to be a Texan?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pirates of Blackwater&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Foxy female lead. There is an urban legend that there is a banned second series. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dungeons and Dragons&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Even as I child, I found there was something hellish about it. Remember an episode, where one of  characters got older and older. Why would a Tween/Teen be scared of that?  Also, again, African American girl wears a bikini. Oh and they once had an Aircraft carrier, in an episode, and did not strip it for guns. Also I found Eric the character who complained a lot, was right most of the time/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Star trek the Animated series&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have caught a few episodes, from time to time. Kirk quoted Shakespeare at the end of one episode. I mean to sit down and watch it all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stargate infinity&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I never got round to seeing this. Considering how big I was into Gate Fandom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I did not see, this until I was in my first year of college, and they showed it on terrestrial. We did not have cable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family Guy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept the video for years, until the series was relaunched. I used to have write commentaries, for a French person. Have stopped watching it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;American Dad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US series by the writer of Family guy. Spoof of the securocrat Bush years. Not ageing well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;South Park.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I heard about the pilot, and laughed out loud. I was in a cafe, with Robyn's friends, than went to New England and watched it with my cousins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ren and Stimpy&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Nickname for two teachers in High school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rugrats. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is ``a dingo stole, your baby joke'' in this series. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Real Ghost busters&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Written by JMS,  the guy who wrote Babylon 5..and featured Marduk, the Babylonian god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Filmation Ghostbusters.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Someone bought us the books, for a cheap birthday or Christmas present. Its a cartoon of a barely remembered 1970s/60s US series. That once the 1980s version of Ghostbusters came out, someone decided to cash in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teddy Ruxpin&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Took ages, to get to the action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perishers&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;British rip of Charlie brown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Animals of Farthing wood&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They show this in Irish, in Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charlie brown-Snoopy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot watch it now, without remembering the family guys spoofs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Tick,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly missed show. Featured a cameo from Joey from friends, playing the ticks roomie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;God the Devil and Bob.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Garner should play God. My brother loved the lie, about God getting a cheap shot in a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly outrageous. Inspiration of pretty Nordic singers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Futurama&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I always liked the woman who voiced Leela. Look her up when Wiki works again. Oh and Zoidberg. However it was never as sharp, as the Seth McFarlane stable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Midnight patrol&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(Potsworth and company are called by the cousins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yogi Bear&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;This is obviously, a heritage show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tom and Jerry&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Again another heritage show, used to be shown before the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Woody Woodpecker&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He wears UNC colours, white and Sky blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mighty Mouse&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They showed all the episodes in 1987 than stopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Betty Boop&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Became fashionable again in the 1990s. Suspect any middle aged man, who likes this show. &lt;br /&gt;T&lt;b&gt;op Cat&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I would never have been allowed to watch this, had my dad known it was based on Bilko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heathcliff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another crazy cat cartoon often confused with Garfield. The lead terrorizes the neighbourhood. Thus our problems with street crime began...Also there was a Gang, of cats who lived in a junk yard, featuring a 6ft tall female cat, who wore leg warmers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laurel and Hardy the cartoon&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Not remembered fondly. I guess a nice idea. Introduce kids, to classic comedy. But was even mocked on little Britan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Highlander the Cartoon,&lt;/b&gt;  Better than one of the Highlander movies. The second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Popye, and Popeye, the new adventures&lt;/b&gt; One of the new adventures episodes, has Popeye living somewhere in the American West Coast, and talking about his grandfather the Chicken Plucker. Surely that was deliberate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hulk Hogan, the Cartoon.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I ignored this. It made Thunder in Paradise, look Indie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Garfield.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored me, I dislike cats, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Plastic man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The side kick, was a Pacific Islander called Bad Luck Jimmy. Who bad things happened to, One presumes in his last life, he was working the watch towers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Snorks. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaser promised, a guy investigating the snorks. It looked cool. Instead, it turned out to be the Smurfs, underwater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Captain Caveman&lt;/b&gt;. Sadly I never acheieved my ambition of traveling across the US south, with three teenage girls. Nor did I ever get to say, a ``Truckosaurus rex'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scooby do.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually liked Scappy do. Look it up on TV tropes. Live with it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-9095715753436575404?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/9095715753436575404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=9095715753436575404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/9095715753436575404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/9095715753436575404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2012/01/sport-billy.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-6956192344198889072</id><published>2012-01-17T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T13:45:06.245-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christina Ricci'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1YbiUVVMJY/TxXrVg3pdGI/AAAAAAAACDc/VcTK2rDAZJw/s1600/IMG-20120116-00014aaaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1YbiUVVMJY/TxXrVg3pdGI/AAAAAAAACDc/VcTK2rDAZJw/s200/IMG-20120116-00014aaaa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture I saw at work. I thought it bore a passing resemblance, to Christina ricci. Indeed, its probably a production, of her remote cousin. Or ms Ricci is the Highlander&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-6956192344198889072?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/6956192344198889072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=6956192344198889072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/6956192344198889072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/6956192344198889072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2012/01/picture-i-saw-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1YbiUVVMJY/TxXrVg3pdGI/AAAAAAAACDc/VcTK2rDAZJw/s72-c/IMG-20120116-00014aaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-2904394546884323474</id><published>2012-01-16T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T15:22:44.979-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magazines in the Doctors office'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Magazines in the Doctor's office….&lt;br /&gt;Of late there was a BBC documentary about Irish soldiers, who deserted to the&lt;br /&gt;allied side in WW2. The BBC is looking for them to be Pardoned. As is the Irish Times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me, if there was any threat to the Irish state at the time.&lt;br /&gt;Well indeed there was, what Dan Byran called ``our Pearl harbour''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas_Raid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost the entire Irish states military resources were captured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This AH starts with the the death of Sean Russell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Se%C3%A1n_Russell&lt;/b&gt; The IRA chief of staff, in&lt;br /&gt;1939. Russell is to die, earlier of the gastric ulcers, that plagued him all his&lt;br /&gt;life. For giggles make it in Detroit. Just after Russell was arrested by the Secret&lt;br /&gt;service. In our time line he was arrested because Colin Firth, (Sorry George VI&lt;br /&gt;was visiting Canada, and was just across the border) , have the Ulcer, burst&lt;br /&gt;while he is in American custody. For fans of everything connects have  Father Coughlin say the last rites. Now in our time line. ( OTL from now on) there was a protest in the House against the arrest of Russell, and&lt;br /&gt;rather cutely it gives Coughlin, a last national story to front.&lt;br /&gt;With the death of Russell, the S Plan, filters out in England, as the IRA&lt;br /&gt;regroup.&lt;br /&gt;The deaths of Barnes and Mcomrick, mobilised a lot of popular support in&lt;br /&gt;Ireland. With Russell dead. Have Sean McBride, move back into the organisation.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that he can lead, a popular front republican movement. For a while he&lt;br /&gt;will succeed. The purists, will drift away, from him in time. This does not&lt;br /&gt;actually matter. While the hard boys, are quieter, they are getting more guns&lt;br /&gt;and ammo, from the US and the UK. That's where Coughlin came in handy. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway they are making bombs, they are scouting targets. With Russell dead, and&lt;br /&gt;McBride on paper in charge, they are quiet for a year. They are still doing&lt;br /&gt;robberies, Bakers Vans. &lt;br /&gt;So McBride, leads protests and sit ins.  The use of the treason act, and the&lt;br /&gt;offenses against the state act are challenged in the Irish Courts. McBride holds out&lt;br /&gt;the promise of a reunited republican movement, that FF want&lt;br /&gt;So McBride, will be the leader nominally at least of the IRA. He will also be&lt;br /&gt;the figure head of a popular front movement disaffected against Dev's&lt;br /&gt;government. For the moment, its mostly peaceful. Its members are IRA men,&lt;br /&gt;republicans. Communists Some Pro Germans, who are just there for devilment?&lt;br /&gt;Some of FF, want to explore the offer. There are those who argue Dev sought a&lt;br /&gt;truce with the IRA, until about 1940. ( Bryan Girvin)&lt;br /&gt;Events from outside are going to take over....&lt;br /&gt;Special branch, in Ireland, has their headquarters in Dublin Castle. (As one&lt;br /&gt;presumes, that someone really decided to mess with the minds of Irish subversives)&lt;br /&gt;The IRA smuggled a bomb into special branch offices. Now with McBride's &lt;br /&gt;leadership, we will make the IRA militarily less ambitious,&lt;br /&gt;Instead of trying to capture the ammo at Magazine fort. They content themselves&lt;br /&gt;with destroying the ammo. Which tactically makes sense since, the Irish Army&lt;br /&gt;are useless without it too. This also mean a larger attack on Special branch. A&lt;br /&gt;bigger bomb, and have someone with a grudge take Alan Clarks advice and wait for&lt;br /&gt;the survivors to come out. Waiting with a tommy gun&lt;br /&gt;The explosion, is dramatic and distracts Irish law enforcement, allowing the&lt;br /&gt;Ira to get away. In otl, some were just captured after the event. This time, the&lt;br /&gt;Ammo and the files, are destroyed&lt;br /&gt;The result is that the Irish state, is now basically defenceless. It's&lt;br /&gt;ammunition stores have gone up in smoke. In our timeline, they were recovered.&lt;br /&gt;But a year has passed&lt;br /&gt;Its July 1940..&lt;br /&gt;Now it gets interesting. Dev orders, the Garda after the IRA. So instead of a&lt;br /&gt;large operation with a visible tail, and prisoners captured to interrogate. The&lt;br /&gt;IRA has been quiet. Sean McBride, leads protests against the Police tactics. He&lt;br /&gt;takes it out to to the streets&lt;br /&gt;There are sit in's and strikes, and marches across Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;However despite what McBride thought&lt;br /&gt;``They have not gone away you know''&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, McBride, was not in the charge, of the organisation. ( Or perhaps he&lt;br /&gt;was. The Irish intelligence agency believed he was too close to the soviets.&lt;br /&gt;Lying outright to him, when he asked for information on British forces across&lt;br /&gt;the border. Its 1940, and Moscow and Berlin are still allied.&lt;br /&gt;So the special branch men go out. They round up dozens. But when night comes,&lt;br /&gt;it's a different story. The IRA are eager for a fight. They are a few hundred&lt;br /&gt;men, with fewer weapons&lt;br /&gt;Except that the Irish army are not much better off.&lt;br /&gt;And the Garda are worse off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dennis_O'Brien_(policeman)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now imagine, that was a&lt;br /&gt;village policeman who had pissed off the wrong person in West Cork&lt;br /&gt;In normal times, the state security forces would win this easily. But it's not&lt;br /&gt;normal times its an emergency.&lt;br /&gt;So Devalera is looking for bullets. Churchill refuses. France has fallen, and&lt;br /&gt;asking for help, from Germany, is giving Churchill, another excuse to act. DE&lt;br /&gt;Valera tries to bluff his way out. But the country is in trouble. A mood of&lt;br /&gt;general lawlessness and protest and once, it becomes apparent, that the IRA can&lt;br /&gt;act with impunity in some areas things begin to snowball. A shoot out, with some&lt;br /&gt;B-Specials who live don the Irish side of the border. Raises tensions with&lt;br /&gt;Northern Ireland . Across the Island Scores are settled. Churchill, will not act&lt;br /&gt;to save Dev, if Britain should fall, than it should take Dev down with him. Not&lt;br /&gt;an inch, not a bullet.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in Meath a parachute lands, with a few German rifles, and a small&lt;br /&gt;amount of ammo. In our timeline, a German parachutist was landed successfully&lt;br /&gt;there, and with the support of Irish groups other than the IRA, or the state&lt;br /&gt;evaded capture for a year. The rifles are used to scare of a robbery at a bank&lt;br /&gt;in Old Castle. Was it the IRA, was it local thieves. The news is reported around&lt;br /&gt;the world. Dev is not in control. The Garda are exhausted. The RC church, is&lt;br /&gt;looking to buy ammo from Salazar, and Franco. They will not sell.&lt;br /&gt;In September 1940. Archbishop McRory, and Lemass, and Douglas Hyde insist dev.&lt;br /&gt;to ask FDR for help. FDR agrees on the insistence, that the Irish open there&lt;br /&gt;ports, at least to US shipping.&lt;br /&gt;Dev agrees, in the winter of 1940. The second Irish civil war began. Despite&lt;br /&gt;joining the united nations during the war. Ireland would never be a happy member&lt;br /&gt;of the Allied family. It did not join NATO, and remained outside the EEC until&lt;br /&gt;1980&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-2904394546884323474?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/2904394546884323474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=2904394546884323474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/2904394546884323474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/2904394546884323474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2012/01/magazines-in-doctors-office.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-5772453274548209421</id><published>2012-01-13T02:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T02:29:09.650-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Lobos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mxkcOJmELO4/TxAHQDJrG9I/AAAAAAAACDQ/f_BH-7ZnRG4/s1600/WOLF.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mxkcOJmELO4/TxAHQDJrG9I/AAAAAAAACDQ/f_BH-7ZnRG4/s200/WOLF.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone who is feeling a little moody today, and is taking care of everyone, when she would rather go out and buy a nice dress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-5772453274548209421?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/5772453274548209421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=5772453274548209421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/5772453274548209421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/5772453274548209421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2012/01/for-someone-who-is-feeling-little-moody.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mxkcOJmELO4/TxAHQDJrG9I/AAAAAAAACDQ/f_BH-7ZnRG4/s72-c/WOLF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-4212266836336715049</id><published>2012-01-13T02:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T02:17:57.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get well soon'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Get well, soon Valya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-4212266836336715049?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/4212266836336715049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=4212266836336715049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4212266836336715049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4212266836336715049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2012/01/get-well-soon-valya.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-343734831821332115</id><published>2012-01-12T11:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T11:28:49.308-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parish Pump'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYZDkhfvmbE/Tw80AezGYnI/AAAAAAAACDE/IS1-EQtk9yM/s1600/actonpump.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYZDkhfvmbE/Tw80AezGYnI/AAAAAAAACDE/IS1-EQtk9yM/s200/actonpump.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I went to the Doctors, on Monday. I was walking to the supermarket. It passes an Episcopalian Church. Which I guess would have been the centre of town, a hundred years ago, or more. I was looking at the graves there, before christmas. My attention was caught by the Parish Pump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relic of older times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-343734831821332115?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/343734831821332115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=343734831821332115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/343734831821332115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/343734831821332115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2012/01/after-i-went-to-doctors-on-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYZDkhfvmbE/Tw80AezGYnI/AAAAAAAACDE/IS1-EQtk9yM/s72-c/actonpump.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-5552811883578878835</id><published>2012-01-11T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T06:54:34.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your boss asks you to take a seat, its either bad news for you or someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always snows, on the week, that you don't have saturday off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people I have seen, on and off, for ten years. I have no idea what they do, where they work. But they seem to have much longer lunch breaks than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other shifts always seem to have less to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how, low paid the job, how cold the weather, how warm the weather. No matter what the attractions outside, and the rules inside. Some people never want to leave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-5552811883578878835?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/5552811883578878835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=5552811883578878835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/5552811883578878835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/5552811883578878835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2012/01/work-thoughts-when-your-boss-asks-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-4512486653286042525</id><published>2012-01-09T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T07:02:16.121-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conan ( Spoilers)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Conan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, wanted to see this film, in the cinema. I was not so keen. It was not as bad, as I thought it would be. It would have made a decent, pilot for a film. But as a piece of cinema, not so much. It lacks the scope, and the spectacle of the Milnus-Arnold S, version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wrote a walk through. There are spoilers here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Mother gives birth on a battlefield. In a particular clean delivery. Very good, of the enemy, to let this happen. &lt;br /&gt;I had an idea, for how conan could work. Attacotti, merc, running around, the roman empire, at its fall. Picking up a war band, and moving to the mainland. &lt;br /&gt;Horned helmets/ Really I should not critique that. &lt;br /&gt; Conan wants to be warrior. The test is to carry an Egg unbroken, in the mouth up and around the hills. A fraternity test? &lt;br /&gt;``Well by Crom boy'' Crom Cruach, the big God, from the Celtic Panetheon&lt;br /&gt; Young Conan is ambushed by the Horde from Xena, red skins. Woad. Mo hawks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xena:_Warrior_Princess_(season_4)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hyberoeans foes are carrying copies of the Battersea shield &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://www.britishmuseum.org/explore/highlights/highlight_objects/pe_prb/t/the_battersea_shield.aspx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The villan has a multiracial warrior band, and is  fighting Nordics&lt;br /&gt;This is there church…The word church implies christintay. &lt;br /&gt;Spudgun, is one of the baddies&lt;br /&gt;Older conan, team, are multi racial. His African buddy, refers to people as pink bellied though. &lt;br /&gt;Older conan frees slaves. His warrior band, drop rubber rocks down a hill. With CGI, now, cheap, why use something that looks, fake?&lt;br /&gt;There is an American accent on Conan...&lt;br /&gt;Pot smoking seer. He is the chief monk, of some ancient and lost city. But again, he is smoking pot... Its getting more mainstream &lt;br /&gt;Blond actually she is brunette, with an Asian American  soroity sister  plays vestal virgin, she sits listening while her monkish master, preaches &lt;br /&gt;Another American accented friend. The older version of the villians daughter&lt;br /&gt;Desert, city. Forest, ocean . The film, really scowers the world for scenary. It does not seem to get a sense of the vastness of the world, that the Milnus version did. &lt;br /&gt;Ist that the set of hbo’s rome, as the Villians, forces storm the city. In which the monk, was living with the pretty woman and her Asian American sorority sister. Remember the Arnold version, was written by John Milnus, who also worked on HBO’s rome &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protect the master. The love interest cannot be passive. How many women are going to watch this film? &lt;br /&gt;Oh the bad, guys have a chariot. Interesting!&lt;br /&gt;Marique the female villain,  looks like a suicide girl. Again, her father, comes off as too sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;There is an incest subplot subtext. It looked like  the villians, were beco7ming to intelligent., too sympathric again.  The father brushes it off. &lt;br /&gt;Johnny lee miller, has terrible teeth, and a native accent. Funnily enough he survived, the night, after being ambushed. Miller, tries to swap, the pure blood for gold/&lt;br /&gt;Marique, is dressed like evil lyn.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evil_Lyn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battle in the place, does not go well for Conan&lt;br /&gt;The tales are true.. Does he have, scales and a golden eye.. Conan's African friend asks, him? Thats a nice touch, the power of rumour&lt;br /&gt;Barbarians, do not enslave their children. or sacrifice them to God. This is from the Howard source material. Its not true. Its the noble savage myth&lt;br /&gt;Cimmerian women dress as warriors.  Again heroine cannot be passive&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the fight, on the ship, involves, a crate of chickens, falling on someone. Nice cliché&lt;br /&gt;The love interest,(Tamara) has a peaches and cream complexion. &lt;br /&gt;Tavern scene at the end of a movie.. rather than the start?&lt;br /&gt;There is expoiton, of why the badies, need the heroine. &lt;br /&gt;A battle with the baddies, dragon. Sorry been reading to much tv tropes. A battle the antagonists, squid monster&lt;br /&gt;Okay onto the ceremony. The pure blood. She is purely descended, from necromancers. I thought It was an odd, trope for an American movie. Anyway, peaches and cream, is having her blood drained&lt;br /&gt;The show down,&lt;br /&gt;The villain tells the Cimmerian, he does not like him anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil lyn/mMrique and peaches and cream, have their battle too. Mariqure is dressed in chainmail, with a loose thread, and very little else.  Marique, has her hand amputated, and peaches, commits, the coup de grace. Marique is impaled. We shall ignore that symbolism!&lt;br /&gt;Villian, is dressed like the Kurgan, from Highlander. ( Khalar Zym, I wonder if that was a reference to zimry Lyn)&lt;br /&gt;Peaches and cream-Tamara, almost falls to her death during  the final battle&lt;br /&gt;Oh,  it is all circular, Zym repeats his words to Conan's father. Oh but Conan gets , the upper hand...Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zym, the villain, falls to his death. Calling his wives name. You see sympathetic to the end&lt;br /&gt;He leaves Peaches, at her city, which was not burned? And than buries his father&lt;br /&gt;Cue Credits....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-4512486653286042525?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/4512486653286042525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=4512486653286042525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4512486653286042525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4512486653286042525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2012/01/conan-my-brother-wanted-to-see-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-4246389945248874326</id><published>2012-01-08T05:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T05:51:02.311-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who is this terrible person'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5IEkS2-Y1o/TwmfMJj7ETI/AAAAAAAACCs/9xt4Hfgvv60/s1600/rurr.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="188" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5IEkS2-Y1o/TwmfMJj7ETI/AAAAAAAACCs/9xt4Hfgvv60/s200/rurr.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-4246389945248874326?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/4246389945248874326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=4246389945248874326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4246389945248874326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4246389945248874326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5IEkS2-Y1o/TwmfMJj7ETI/AAAAAAAACCs/9xt4Hfgvv60/s72-c/rurr.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-3811954847940568219</id><published>2012-01-07T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T12:02:15.211-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halifaz complete chost book'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_Halifax%27s_Complete_Ghost_Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at this, yesterday at work. Its written by the father of Lord Halifax.Indeed he wrote a prologue for the book. The Younger Lord Halifax,  The Holy fox, the man who was in the running for Churchill's job in 1940. He was a member of the House of Lords, and thus it would be have slightly awkward politically for Chamberlain to recommend him to the King. Halifax is believed sought an accommodation with Herr Hitler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-3811954847940568219?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/3811954847940568219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=3811954847940568219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/3811954847940568219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/3811954847940568219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2012/01/httpen.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-42124518580538007</id><published>2012-01-07T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T07:36:01.724-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical advice sought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>29 of December, I visited casualty department of my local hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had terrible stomach cramps. No diarrhoeal symptoms. But a painful, bloating, sensation. Eased slightly if I belched. I tried to apply a hot water bottle, to my stomach and drink, mint tea. It was too painful, to sit or lie down. I was up and down the stairs, trying to vomit&lt;br /&gt; Drinking water, made the pain worse. Once at the casualty dept. I vomited profusely But the pain did not stop. After several pain killers, of varying strength. I relaxed, and slept for a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A similar thing happened to me, five years ago. It was one of the reasons, I quit smoking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood tests, and urine tests, revealed nothing unusual. I had a slight infection. I had a cold and have a cold sore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the earlier incident. I have had terrible heartburn and bloating on and off. That's what I thought was happening, when it begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea, why this is happening. I am going to go to my GP on Wednesday, and seek medical advice. Anyone have any ideas, or pointers to questions I should ask? My specific worry is that this will happen on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-42124518580538007?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/42124518580538007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=42124518580538007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/42124518580538007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/42124518580538007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2012/01/29-of-december-i-visited-casualty.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-813551917316123684</id><published>2012-01-05T14:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T14:47:19.370-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas card from Kiev'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15C2RjcJB2Y/TwYoUrmiJrI/AAAAAAAACCg/8IZBxQ2Est4/s1600/img007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="124" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15C2RjcJB2Y/TwYoUrmiJrI/AAAAAAAACCg/8IZBxQ2Est4/s200/img007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasons greeting from the Dnieper banks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-813551917316123684?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/813551917316123684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=813551917316123684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/813551917316123684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/813551917316123684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-8125706115521978946</id><published>2011-12-30T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T11:47:56.729-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World without End.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Pillars of the Earth'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Pillars of the Earth-World without End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ac6ey6txuO0/Tv3BPC_-yOI/AAAAAAAACCI/QoQEc6fMk60/s1600/250px-The_Pillars_of_the_Earth.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="113" width="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ac6ey6txuO0/Tv3BPC_-yOI/AAAAAAAACCI/QoQEc6fMk60/s200/250px-The_Pillars_of_the_Earth.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The titles of the TV series. What follows is a review of the book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This series, was brought to my attention, by a former co worker. There was a channel 4, mini series. Which I enjoyed thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;Of the two books, I think I enjoyed Pillars of the Earth, much more thoroughly. I think Follet's interest, started to wane towards the end of world without end. Also, I was pleased to read and learn, about the Anarchy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Anarchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;``When Christ and all his saints slept'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came to this series, with the pre conceptions of having watched the series. I actually bought the book, on my way back to Europe from Santiago de Chile. ( I needed something to distract me, from the unwholesome, and expensive food ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a historical epic. I used to love those. I remember the wings of war, and war and remembrance. The Great War, American front. I also remember, what the problem with them, is. Everything is happening to everyone. We get the Anarchy. We get the plague and than the stirrings of the peasants revolt. Its a broad stroke ( The Foundation Saga, I wrote a High school paper on that. Speaking of AH, the series is sent in the Earldom of Shiring and the town of Kingsbridge. Its somewhere near Gloucestershire. A town created ex nihlio like that would change history  ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the feeling, that its Follet's attitude to medieval history. Or rather Mediaevalism. He writes that a member of a low church sect, churches to him, were plain clean buildings. When he travelled he was confronted, with the beauty of medieval Christian architecture. Something which my trips to Sienna and Kiev have confirmed in me. So, he created the character of Jack Builder, to give exposition on the construction of the great cathedrals. As with the Age of Empires computer games  Follet's novels like Michael Crichton's timeline did  popularise a revised  view of the medieval period, that does not see it as low point between the Ancients and the Modern. See Monty Python's the holy grail, or horrible Histories, often excellent, but gives the appearance that the middle ages were the dung ages. Follet grew fearsome of weaving the exposition into the Novels. We hear a narrators voice, as the story comes to its conclusion, the cult of the Virgin Mary was spreading. Oh and would a medieval woman, canny as she was, have used the term self esteem? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The follow up novel, set generations later. Is a repost of sorts. The Monastery, which guided by  Father Phillip, a Godly and good man, which was the light bringing commerce, and civility and order to Kingsbridge, is now dominated by the self seeking, and the corrupt. While a chapter of Nuns, flourishes. There is a trial for Witchcraft, in the later of the two novels. Preaching against Dissection, performed by one of the novels villains, and flagellation. Comments, about how Arab medicine was better than Christian one. What was given in Pillars of the Earth was taken away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Earl Ralph, and Aliena's brother Richard, seem to be the same character. Ralph is simply a more evil version of Richard, with elements William of Hamleigh thrown in. ( A taste for teen brides)  There seems to be overlap between  Aliena, and Caris, and Aliena and Merthin, have similar paths. Aliena and Merthin, are both gentry, who have to embrace trade. Aliena and Caris,  are both determined women, natural leaders. Who are at the forefront of medieval commerce and medicine and trade. Jack Builder, and Merthin, both make side trips, to foreign lands. Spain and Italy. Both Jack and his later counterpart, have romances with beautiful exotic women, but both return home, having learned the secrets of Arab mathematics, and Italian masonry. I could even mention Sam and Alfric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did enjoy the treatment of Merthin's mother. She drove him, mad, in the same way, my mother drove mine mad as a child, fussing over him when he lost a fight when he would have preferred she ignored it. Or being overenthusiastic about everything even when the family, have been reduced in status. We shall be pensioners of the monastery. I guess I am something like Merthin, I would never master my fathers trade either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did enjoy the book. I did enjoy the stories about Gwenda. The medieval peasant. her struggles to feed herself, and family, and make a little money, in the midst of plague, and war and rumours of war. Marxism, and Whiggery have inflicted a terrible view of the past. Gwenda's life, shows her meeting the triumphs and tragedies of one of the crowd, with bravery and hard work. In the end, she dies in bed and happy, she could have been sold into prostitution. The later book has a provoking exchange between Gwenda and her mother, when she discusses that. They had to feed the babies somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There long, its 2500 pages in all. If one wants to be entertained and educated, you cannot go far wrong. They are books, that I would recommend to an intelligent child&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-8125706115521978946?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/8125706115521978946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=8125706115521978946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/8125706115521978946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/8125706115521978946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/12/pillars-of-earth-world-without-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ac6ey6txuO0/Tv3BPC_-yOI/AAAAAAAACCI/QoQEc6fMk60/s72-c/250px-The_Pillars_of_the_Earth.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-9051133331767865220</id><published>2011-12-28T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T15:53:16.382-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas card from a co worker'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_A8clhe9ugA/Tvuq93notCI/AAAAAAAACB8/usbeSuJiW2E/s1600/img006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" width="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_A8clhe9ugA/Tvuq93notCI/AAAAAAAACB8/usbeSuJiW2E/s200/img006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas card from a co worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was back to work today. I was dreading it. I am never good, after a break. I had been staying late. My sleep schedule was wrecked. Last year the day back after the Christmas break was terrible. I think we did 2000 orders. The readers, were ravenous. I remember this woman, I used to work with she retired, this year, struggling through it, bewildered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was grumpy, today but I soldiered on. Valya worked on Christmas day. Stefany worked on the feast of Steven. My brother was back to work on Tuesday I do protest too much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-9051133331767865220?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/9051133331767865220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=9051133331767865220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/9051133331767865220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/9051133331767865220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-card-from-co-worker.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_A8clhe9ugA/Tvuq93notCI/AAAAAAAACB8/usbeSuJiW2E/s72-c/img006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-3357629268147710545</id><published>2011-12-27T05:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T05:00:25.312-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas card from Nessa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPq47KpkPl0/TvnBRkQTwjI/AAAAAAAACBw/svNvtYHUzAU/s1600/img004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="136" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPq47KpkPl0/TvnBRkQTwjI/AAAAAAAACBw/svNvtYHUzAU/s200/img004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas card from Nessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my friend had a merry Christmas in Arizona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-3357629268147710545?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/3357629268147710545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=3357629268147710545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/3357629268147710545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/3357629268147710545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-card-from-nessa-i-hope-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPq47KpkPl0/TvnBRkQTwjI/AAAAAAAACBw/svNvtYHUzAU/s72-c/img004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-5199307964892179564</id><published>2011-12-26T05:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T05:21:44.411-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday Olya'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4t8dW6a8Qlk/Tvh0vNhhalI/AAAAAAAACBk/1AL-4GgM3Ak/s1600/Olya.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" width="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4t8dW6a8Qlk/Tvh0vNhhalI/AAAAAAAACBk/1AL-4GgM3Ak/s200/Olya.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;К сожалению уже поздно&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-5199307964892179564?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/5199307964892179564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=5199307964892179564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/5199307964892179564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/5199307964892179564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4t8dW6a8Qlk/Tvh0vNhhalI/AAAAAAAACBk/1AL-4GgM3Ak/s72-c/Olya.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-5950830498431439898</id><published>2011-12-24T15:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T15:29:04.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Christmas card from Valya'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R0AcCNslkGI/TvZgGqkUALI/AAAAAAAACBY/eAnitCkfm3s/s1600/img005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="122" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R0AcCNslkGI/TvZgGqkUALI/AAAAAAAACBY/eAnitCkfm3s/s200/img005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Christmas card from Valya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-5950830498431439898?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/5950830498431439898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=5950830498431439898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/5950830498431439898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/5950830498431439898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-card-from-valya.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R0AcCNslkGI/TvZgGqkUALI/AAAAAAAACBY/eAnitCkfm3s/s72-c/img005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-4795406737906506674</id><published>2011-12-23T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T06:46:09.867-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Congratulations class of 2011'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Congratulations to the class of 2011. Who are going to graduate this year in Peru&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to their pretty teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zwYP6eesX9E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-4795406737906506674?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/4795406737906506674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=4795406737906506674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4795406737906506674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4795406737906506674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/12/congratulations-to-class-of-2011.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-6769262050555229015</id><published>2011-12-22T09:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T14:53:36.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank you Valya'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Io-U2io19Ms/TvO0scTRaGI/AAAAAAAACBM/yP9cC6_hje4/s1600/177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Io-U2io19Ms/TvO0scTRaGI/AAAAAAAACBM/yP9cC6_hje4/s200/177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Valya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my Valya, for the lovely cards, and jacket. A world bank jacket. It will be great to wear, at work, when, it is cold in the compartments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also, got a card from Peru! and Key West, and Vermont.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-6769262050555229015?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/6769262050555229015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=6769262050555229015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/6769262050555229015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/6769262050555229015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/12/thank-you-valya-thanks-to-my-valya-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Io-U2io19Ms/TvO0scTRaGI/AAAAAAAACBM/yP9cC6_hje4/s72-c/177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-4421267176882004630</id><published>2011-12-21T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T10:25:47.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New haircut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and clean teeth'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XDsBnVXAOzA/TvIkKZ8rgyI/AAAAAAAACA0/qLfTphPEtsw/s1600/Picture%2Bof%2Bme%2B1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XDsBnVXAOzA/TvIkKZ8rgyI/AAAAAAAACA0/qLfTphPEtsw/s200/Picture%2Bof%2Bme%2B1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A busy day today. It was my designated day off, but despite the fact, that work is not open on friday. They insisted that we had to take Friday, as our day off. This was only announced on tuesday evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Hygienist, and then the Dentist. I had two fillings. One more to go. I changed the contract for my phone, and I did some shopping and laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my new haircut, and clean teeth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-4421267176882004630?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/4421267176882004630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=4421267176882004630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4421267176882004630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4421267176882004630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/12/busy-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XDsBnVXAOzA/TvIkKZ8rgyI/AAAAAAAACA0/qLfTphPEtsw/s72-c/Picture%2Bof%2Bme%2B1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-4859836847983246734</id><published>2011-12-20T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T02:05:15.457-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Round up 20-12-11'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a headache all day yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I finished one side of my rubic's cube&lt;br /&gt;I must go to the dentist tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;My sister, does not want to live with me.&lt;br /&gt;Sthefany must go to the Doctor soon&lt;br /&gt;I need to review my soccer team membership&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-4859836847983246734?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/4859836847983246734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=4859836847983246734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4859836847983246734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4859836847983246734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-had-headache-all-day-yesterday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-936885631758764505</id><published>2011-12-19T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T06:32:19.622-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Václav Havel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Václav Havel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 October 1936 – 18 December 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playwright, President of the Czech republic, Husband&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-936885631758764505?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/936885631758764505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=936885631758764505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/936885631758764505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/936885631758764505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/12/vaclav-havel-5-october-1936-18-december.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-7107157377437560263</id><published>2011-12-16T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T14:45:19.949-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muenster'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFLSKmdxkdc/TuvI0GWus_I/AAAAAAAACAY/KkJnVYbAr-8/s1600/DSC00513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFLSKmdxkdc/TuvI0GWus_I/AAAAAAAACAY/KkJnVYbAr-8/s200/DSC00513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my hotel room. I mentioned the cross, before. Here is a picture of it. There was a chapel, on the fifth floor of the hotel, but I did not visit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HVSioXAUxz4/TuvJqMtIv4I/AAAAAAAACAk/jpH3kIqjses/s1600/DSC00515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HVSioXAUxz4/TuvJqMtIv4I/AAAAAAAACAk/jpH3kIqjses/s200/DSC00515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is snapshot of the Christmas market. I bought Pizza, and wurst there, but not at the same time. There was a stall selling coloured stones, driftwood, and seeds, which did a roaring trade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-7107157377437560263?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/7107157377437560263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=7107157377437560263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/7107157377437560263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/7107157377437560263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-was-my-hotel-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFLSKmdxkdc/TuvI0GWus_I/AAAAAAAACAY/KkJnVYbAr-8/s72-c/DSC00513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-4830860369553448808</id><published>2011-12-15T02:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T02:21:24.453-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking of you in Germany'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LVZgS5ZofI8/TunKBrDBIuI/AAAAAAAACAM/ly7AVVJIMwI/s1600/DSC00516.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LVZgS5ZofI8/TunKBrDBIuI/AAAAAAAACAM/ly7AVVJIMwI/s200/DSC00516.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you in Germany,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-4830860369553448808?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/4830860369553448808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=4830860369553448808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4830860369553448808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4830860369553448808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/12/thinking-of-you-in-germany.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LVZgS5ZofI8/TunKBrDBIuI/AAAAAAAACAM/ly7AVVJIMwI/s72-c/DSC00516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-7047648043719133285</id><published>2011-12-14T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T13:14:29.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The wit and wisdom of my brother'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d6xNiOCfi30/TukP7bzn52I/AAAAAAAACAA/ou3LM0Ez1qs/s1600/DSC00517.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d6xNiOCfi30/TukP7bzn52I/AAAAAAAACAA/ou3LM0Ez1qs/s200/DSC00517.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother was staying at my place. While I was in Mainland Europe. &lt;br /&gt;He left a postik note, saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a very nice stay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left 5 rand coin, and admonished me,&lt;b&gt; not to spend it all at once!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-7047648043719133285?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/7047648043719133285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=7047648043719133285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/7047648043719133285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/7047648043719133285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-brother-was-staying-at-my-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d6xNiOCfi30/TukP7bzn52I/AAAAAAAACAA/ou3LM0Ez1qs/s72-c/DSC00517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-56850287183558060</id><published>2011-12-13T13:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T13:01:56.176-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Congratulations Viktor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Congratulations Viktor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to belatedly welcome into the World, Viktor, son of our beloved friend Daria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mozeltof&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-56850287183558060?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/56850287183558060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=56850287183558060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/56850287183558060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/56850287183558060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/12/congratulations-viktor-i-would-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-321612478082031593</id><published>2011-12-12T08:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T08:35:10.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More German notes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Germany observations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holland is full of bikes. I type this as I pass the dutch countryside by train.&lt;br /&gt; Every platform, of every station is like a minature version of Halfords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carphone warehouse, is the phone house in Germany and the Netherlands. &lt;br /&gt;There were little rabbits running about Muenster as foxes, do in London.&lt;br /&gt; As according to rumor, the rabbits, are wild outside stirling uni&lt;br /&gt;The place can be quite dead on Sunday. Even the Irish pub, was not open. I got dinner, in an Arabian, donor kebab shop&lt;br /&gt;There was a picture of a woman, in middle eastern dress, surrounded by a horse, with lots of sheep. &lt;br /&gt;I smiled, thinking my Grandad, would have liked it. The hamburger, and fries I had were excellent.&lt;br /&gt; I went to a bar/cafe across from my hotel. Which was the only place open, and thus attracted noisy drunks. &lt;br /&gt;I came back, to my hotel. Kicking myself, that I did not go to the football match. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hotel, had a chapel, on the fifth floor. I meant to go and look. &lt;br /&gt;I was not charged, for breakfast. Though I ate breakfast on the saturday morning. Very nice it was too&lt;br /&gt;I kept quiet about this. As I figured it was karmic justice, for there being no internet&lt;br /&gt;I also had a coke from the minibar, Again, I neglected to mention this.&lt;br /&gt;The Philips, TV came on, during the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;Holland is a land of drainage ditches and bikes, and than forrest. &lt;br /&gt;They don't take Visa, as a rule in Germany it seems. This caused some difficulties buying DB tickets.&lt;br /&gt;Compounded by the fact, that the same machine, did not seem to believe, any of my euros were legal tender&lt;br /&gt;I bought a dear stalker hat, for 5 euros. I have lost my red, dennis the mennace, hat. Which I got in Berlin&lt;br /&gt;They still have Woolworth, stores there. I bought a fisherman friend and gloves there&lt;br /&gt;I lived on Christmarket, pizza, and sausage rolls, from the German version of Gregs. Along with the coffee they sold there&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of dogs in Munester. Quite expensive breeds. A siberian husky, two greyhounds, and a woman, nursing a sauage dog&lt;br /&gt;in a pram. Oh, I also saw a pram, for the first time, in years. There was a christmas party of some description at my hotel&lt;br /&gt;A woman, came in, with her pram. &lt;br /&gt;I think, this may be my last trip, to Germany for the winter season. I feel the cold, more and more. I am aware of my age. &lt;br /&gt;I should have worked, harder with the langague. Perhaps, next yearI shall stay in my own chair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-321612478082031593?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/321612478082031593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=321612478082031593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/321612478082031593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/321612478082031593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/12/germany-observations-holland-is-full-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-4468296890214336588</id><published>2011-12-11T02:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T02:55:02.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get well soon Sthefany'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Get well soon Sthefany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-4468296890214336588?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/4468296890214336588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=4468296890214336588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4468296890214336588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4468296890214336588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/12/get-well-soon-sthefany.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-4056057891769201550</id><published>2011-12-10T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T01:55:55.307-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Germany again.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have arrived in Germany. In fact, I did last night. My journey started after three hours of imperfect sleep. I forgot my glasses, and I had to go back for them. I had porridge at the Airport, and read more of ``World without end'' I am nearly half way through. The flight was full. I managed to get some sleep, so I think I made at least 4 hours. As we de planed. An American observed with dismay, the baggage handlers, at schipol, throwing bags and suitcases onto a cart roughly. Told him, we used to do the same, when I worked on the ramp many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my way to the train station at schipol easily. But my train, was not due to depart for an hour and a half. So I went to Burger King. I had a double whopper. There was an east Asian, watching Love Actually on his Ipad. I wondered who is the bigger star now? Chris Marshall or January Jones? I read more of ``World without end'' I got on the train. A woman sat next to me, and ate rye bread sandwiches. I changed trains, and got on another. I passed so many bikes, in the station. More than I had ever seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; An hour later than I intended. The Train I wanted for some strange reason, did not travel on Fridays. So I paid a first class fare, for a 2nd class ticket.  I arrived in Muenster and I got lost in the dark, after an hour, I got a taxi. I checked in at my hotel. Very modern design. Room is small. Interestingly, there is a cross on the wall. I than went and walked about the christmas market. I had a wurst, in a roll. The stall keeper playfully trying to keep my 5 euro note. Will not be so funny, when we default. I walked than to the Irish pub. Which seems to run by geordies, I had three pints of the the local brew. I saw a very drunk girl. I walked back to the hotel. Had a beer, at the bar across the road. Than another beer, at the bar in the hotel. I asked for the internet password. It did not work. I fell asleep. I woke up at 9am. The cleaner came in,with a hangover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-4056057891769201550?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/4056057891769201550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=4056057891769201550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4056057891769201550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4056057891769201550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-have-arrived-in-germany.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-4637542569414348126</id><published>2011-12-07T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:20:32.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Gift from Valya'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8uqCVeYbaM/Tt_mKfglKAI/AAAAAAAAB_0/AZQJaBt2EXw/s1600/DSC00510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8uqCVeYbaM/Tt_mKfglKAI/AAAAAAAAB_0/AZQJaBt2EXw/s200/DSC00510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gift from my great friend Valya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an &lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ankylosaurus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can cripple a T-rex, with a swing of there club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very long day, at work, and I feel much betetr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-4637542569414348126?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/4637542569414348126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=4637542569414348126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4637542569414348126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4637542569414348126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/12/gift-from-my-great-friend-valya.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8uqCVeYbaM/Tt_mKfglKAI/AAAAAAAAB_0/AZQJaBt2EXw/s72-c/DSC00510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-5044060695707808885</id><published>2011-12-06T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T15:17:16.617-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Today in History'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today in History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anglo-Irish_Treaty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read the original here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://treaty.nationalarchives.ie/the-treaty/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-5044060695707808885?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/5044060695707808885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=5044060695707808885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/5044060695707808885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/5044060695707808885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/12/today-in-history-httpen.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-1096617019082145331</id><published>2011-12-05T15:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T15:20:02.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday gift from Catlin'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1WOjVxyntiA/Tt1RA4SMcvI/AAAAAAAAB_o/nn7wWTy-MgY/s1600/katgift1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1WOjVxyntiA/Tt1RA4SMcvI/AAAAAAAAB_o/nn7wWTy-MgY/s200/katgift1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I have been somewhat tardy with this. I actually wrote Tardis. There is a freudian slip, but anyhow this is my lovely gift from Katlin. A picture, holder, which is holding a picture of myself and my brother against the Chicago Skyline. I would have taken the picture sooner, but I broke my Dell Streak. My digital camera, was out of batteries, and when I take a picture with my phone. I have no idea where it goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your delectation, a birthday gift from Catlin, in the Ukraine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-1096617019082145331?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/1096617019082145331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=1096617019082145331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/1096617019082145331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/1096617019082145331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/12/sorry-i-have-been-somewhat-tardy-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1WOjVxyntiA/Tt1RA4SMcvI/AAAAAAAAB_o/nn7wWTy-MgY/s72-c/katgift1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-6689939493598423813</id><published>2011-12-04T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T03:55:31.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time and days'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This time next week I will be in Munster&lt;br /&gt;In 4 weeks, time it will be Christmas day&lt;br /&gt;A month ago, I was in Chile&lt;br /&gt;360 days ago I went to Vienna&lt;br /&gt;In 4 days its my work Christmas party&lt;br /&gt;I will see my sister again in 17 days&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to the dentist again in 10 days&lt;br /&gt;In 364 days, I will either have to send Valya roses &lt;br /&gt;or she will buy me a Dinosaur!&lt;br /&gt;Its a month and two days till Cli's birthday&lt;br /&gt;I will make 8 trips to and from work, till my holiday&lt;br /&gt;I have 1 and a half, days break left&lt;br /&gt;It will be 4 months till I go on holiday again&lt;br /&gt;I broke my big phone nine days ago&lt;br /&gt;My phone contract ends, in 15 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-6689939493598423813?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/6689939493598423813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=6689939493598423813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/6689939493598423813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/6689939493598423813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-time-next-week-i-will-be-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-6294215448660024905</id><published>2011-12-02T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T07:01:08.753-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day that will live in ignomy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, after being very short staffed at work. I came home to discover the internet had crashed. They will not repair, it till Monday. I had to buy a dongle, which did, not work on my other computer. I have broken one of the usb ports on that device&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will need fillings. Because my last dentist did not do not x-rays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very grumpy today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-6294215448660024905?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/6294215448660024905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=6294215448660024905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/6294215448660024905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/6294215448660024905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/12/yesterday-after-being-very-short.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-2077659101048400577</id><published>2011-11-30T02:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T02:25:05.793-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St Andrews day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A happy St Andrews day to you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-2077659101048400577?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/2077659101048400577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=2077659101048400577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/2077659101048400577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/2077659101048400577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-st-andrews-day-to-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-6056475427839705749</id><published>2011-11-29T02:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T02:23:34.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gift from Olya</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-dKAcVW04IkA/TtSyomJW74I/AAAAAAAAB_U/kkawN4MUHSk/s1600-h/DSC00508%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC00508" border="0" alt="DSC00508" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-DOwLxUspV2g/TtSypYkb-wI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/uqEBYh2NsHw/DSC00508_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Very lovely it is, a set of shot glasses, and a hip flask&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-6056475427839705749?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/6056475427839705749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=6056475427839705749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/6056475427839705749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/6056475427839705749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-gift-from-olya.html' title='My Gift from Olya'/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-DOwLxUspV2g/TtSypYkb-wI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/uqEBYh2NsHw/s72-c/DSC00508_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-8483768140799849207</id><published>2011-11-28T02:23:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T02:23:21.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday card from Kat and Olya'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n8K8mQHC79I/TtNg92YB8BI/AAAAAAAAB_M/SIcgzsjm_28/s1600/Kiev1053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" width="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n8K8mQHC79I/TtNg92YB8BI/AAAAAAAAB_M/SIcgzsjm_28/s200/Kiev1053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the photo frame, and the shot glasses and flask ladies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-4760699491659982144?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/4760699491659982144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=4760699491659982144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4760699491659982144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4760699491659982144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/11/thank-you-for-photo-frame-and-shot.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n8K8mQHC79I/TtNg92YB8BI/AAAAAAAAB_M/SIcgzsjm_28/s72-c/Kiev1053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-1209878757690209120</id><published>2011-11-27T06:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T06:33:17.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gary Speed,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;(8 September 1969 – 27 November 2011)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Welshman, Footballer, Commentator&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-1209878757690209120?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/1209878757690209120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=1209878757690209120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/1209878757690209120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/1209878757690209120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/11/gary-speed.html' title='Gary Speed,'/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-2911875951465493523</id><published>2011-11-25T16:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T08:55:38.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have changed the spelling of her name, to avoid spam. I want to tell the world, why she is great. Stephanie is a long term reader of my blog,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She has been reading consistently for the last year at least. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, firstly the name is lovely. It graces the legend Ms Germanotta, the pride of New York. I always liked the name. There is Stefanie powers, Ms Jennifer Hart&lt;/p&gt;Now currently gracing screens, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a Brazilian girl, I had a thing for in college. However enough of these girls. Stephanie is in a class by herself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember the first time, I met her in person. I was at the Airport in Chile. It was late, it was 1.30 am. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stephanies, flight had left Peru, a few hours earlier, but the time difference between either side of the Andes, had meant she would arrive in the small hours, in Chile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I waited for her nervously. scenario’s running in my mind, what if she does not show? What if she is kept all night at immigration?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will the taxi driver wait for us? What if she exitsby the other door?&amp;#160; What if the airport closes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, as I pondered and pondered, my questions were answered&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She looked so elegant. Her hair is long and dark, it matches her eyes. Her face is oval shaped, and feminine. She has very soft and full lips. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was wearing high heeled boots, which made her, just a touch taller than me. So it looked to everyone, like I was meeting a model. A beautiful exotic model&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I escorted her safely through the terminal, and we went to Santiago, but first I presented her, with a small plush version of Paddington bear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As both, Patsuro and Sthephanie are compatriots&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is modest, like a school girl, and very refined. I accompanied her to church twice. One in Chile, in the heart of Las condes. The richest neighbourhood, in the richest city of a continent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where she looked elegant and pious. I was very proud to walk along the street after church, with her. It was a long way, for my little rose. Who was in high heels. But we returned safely&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other time, in Peru, on streets of jerry built shops, and dust. She tells me off for picking my nose.&amp;#160; She blushed and blushed when her father saw us kissing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She worries about my health. When I fell, in Santiago. We were walking around that park, which is just up from the Plaza Italia. The cities main bus terminus, is at one end, and the students &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;have their lair at the other end. We were walking through the park. She did not like my grey j crew, tracksuit bottoms, because they are worn. I fell. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a manhole cover, concealed by the dust of a bike track&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did not notice. I was confused by a sign, quite common in Chile. It is of ice-cream. Imagine a cornetto, and its marked as savoury. Its very confusing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes something sweet, is advertised, with the words, for things which are not sweet. I pointed at this. Than I fell. Than I fell, again. Than I threw a tantrum because it hurt,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My hands hurt. My arm bled. Than I was feeling stupid. Stephanie took care of me. This was a day, when she was feeling not to well, herself. Earlier, she had to sit down, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;because of an upset stomach. However, Stephanie cleaned and bound my wounds. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She would regale me, with hot tea, and cake. When I had a cold. Despite wanting to dance, and drink long drinks, with umbrellas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her great passion is gastronomy. I had the great pleasure of accompanying her to a Peruvian eatery. A great patriot. She would comment, on when the music, was Peruvian, and when it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;was from one of the other countries of the Andes, or South America. She introduced me to Yellow dishes of sweet potato. To dried fish, and onions, and rice. Exotic cordials, and Inca cola&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She even cooked for me. My apartment in Lima, wanted for a stove. Stefany improvised a delicious chicken meal. With Peruvian condiments, which made my mouth water. The condiments were wrapped in leaves. It was not like food, that I had ever eaten before. However it was still delicious&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Family is her second great passion. I don’t want to talk to much on this, for fear of sharing, that which was shared with me in confidence. She is comfort and great strength to her brothers and sisters. The joy of her father, she gets on well her mother. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From this she draws her strength as a teacher. I had the pleasure of meeting two of her students. Two little angels, working hard, to improve their English. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She worked patiently with one. The younger. The younger has excellent pronunciation . No doubt, because she has been set, a fine example, by her teacher. She is serene, as she works. One would imagine, one of the muses made flesh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-2911875951465493523?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/2911875951465493523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=2911875951465493523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/2911875951465493523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/2911875951465493523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/11/stephanie.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-505317842910822942</id><published>2011-11-25T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T02:26:03.566-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIP Kasia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Farewell Kasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8.38 on Wednesday the 23 of November. I dropped Kasia, my dell streak phone.&lt;br /&gt;All attempts at reviving her, failed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M0kGgBITxFs/Ts9tLBjWghI/AAAAAAAAB_A/O-S84wBA1NM/s1600/OriginalPng.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="139" width="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M0kGgBITxFs/Ts9tLBjWghI/AAAAAAAAB_A/O-S84wBA1NM/s200/OriginalPng.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-505317842910822942?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/505317842910822942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=505317842910822942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/505317842910822942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/505317842910822942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/11/farewell-kasia-at-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M0kGgBITxFs/Ts9tLBjWghI/AAAAAAAAB_A/O-S84wBA1NM/s72-c/OriginalPng.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-1369016486970779548</id><published>2011-11-24T06:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T06:49:49.743-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy birthday Sthefany'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My coya, &lt;br /&gt;My rose&lt;br /&gt;My angelito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nK4RofqS_cU/Ts5ZgVrxg9I/AAAAAAAAB-0/paFUabAvtak/s1600/316056_10150375649210773_687120772_8951990_819764282_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="109" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nK4RofqS_cU/Ts5ZgVrxg9I/AAAAAAAAB-0/paFUabAvtak/s200/316056_10150375649210773_687120772_8951990_819764282_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-1369016486970779548?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/1369016486970779548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=1369016486970779548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/1369016486970779548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/1369016486970779548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-coya-my-rose-my-angelito-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nK4RofqS_cU/Ts5ZgVrxg9I/AAAAAAAAB-0/paFUabAvtak/s72-c/316056_10150375649210773_687120772_8951990_819764282_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-7658962651120090504</id><published>2011-11-23T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T05:35:39.544-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Cameron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Wire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dominic west'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alternate universes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Strange thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading the Journal.ie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.thejournal.ie/in-pictures-dominic-west-at-trinity-college-dublin-285933-Nov2011/&lt;br /&gt;Dominic West is an old Etonian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Cameron is an old Etonian too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.thejournal.ie/in-pictures-dominic-west-at-trinity-college-dublin-285933-Nov2011/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The too are three years apart 1966-1969. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is a strange universe. Where Dominic West, is PM, of GB and David Cameron, is doing DVD commentaries&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-7658962651120090504?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/7658962651120090504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=7658962651120090504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/7658962651120090504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/7658962651120090504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/11/strange-thought-i-was-reading-journal.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-6302657165415360980</id><published>2011-11-21T14:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T14:36:25.467-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Postcard from Venice'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JKmI86zb6Zw/TsrSS9wE8aI/AAAAAAAAB-c/5MwgvNsTETw/s1600/fred1049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="134" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JKmI86zb6Zw/TsrSS9wE8aI/AAAAAAAAB-c/5MwgvNsTETw/s200/fred1049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postcard from Venice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-6302657165415360980?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/6302657165415360980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=6302657165415360980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/6302657165415360980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/6302657165415360980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/11/postcard-from-venice.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JKmI86zb6Zw/TsrSS9wE8aI/AAAAAAAAB-c/5MwgvNsTETw/s72-c/fred1049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-1608251068402612042</id><published>2011-11-20T04:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T04:52:58.905-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life lessons'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently when someone asks, you why you do not rob banks, your supposed to say, because its wrong. Rather than stating the fact, that you do not own a firearm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-1608251068402612042?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/1608251068402612042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=1608251068402612042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/1608251068402612042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/1608251068402612042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/11/apparently-when-someone-asks-you-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-405147038571569182</id><published>2011-11-19T12:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T12:11:02.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Who Birthday card.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;A gift from my sister who has moved to manchester in the UK. The ''Oncoming Storm'' and the lovely Amelia pond&lt;br&gt; Sent as Birthday greetings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-lOfgv1vRQRE/TsgM-Z71t2I/AAAAAAAAB-I/PMXWyN_GR0s/IMG_20111119_200840.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-405147038571569182?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/405147038571569182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=405147038571569182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/405147038571569182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/405147038571569182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/11/gift-from-my-sister-who-has-moved-to.html' title='Doctor Who Birthday card.'/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-lOfgv1vRQRE/TsgM-Z71t2I/AAAAAAAAB-I/PMXWyN_GR0s/s72-c/IMG_20111119_200840.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-588568814619967380</id><published>2011-11-18T06:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T06:30:38.177-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malchera in Santiago'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AY2hOUOSaM8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malchera, in Santiago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-588568814619967380?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/588568814619967380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=588568814619967380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/588568814619967380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/588568814619967380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/11/malchera-in-santiago.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AY2hOUOSaM8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-3831915908072376875</id><published>2011-11-16T18:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T18:07:27.607-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frowning under Capricorn'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Malchera is frowning, in Peru and Chile. 10 000 miles away from home and still grumpy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I am sick as a dog, and tired. Putting my room and world back to sense)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-1879998383887694662?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/1879998383887694662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=1879998383887694662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/1879998383887694662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/1879998383887694662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/11/get-well-soon-stefany-rosa-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-5352189900296955856</id><published>2011-11-14T10:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T10:08:24.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back, in Santiago.&lt;br /&gt;Mi Stefany saw me off, at the Airport&lt;br /&gt;I miss her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-5352189900296955856?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/5352189900296955856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=5352189900296955856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/5352189900296955856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/5352189900296955856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/11/back-in-santiago.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-9192562010468742573</id><published>2011-11-11T13:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T13:34:58.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Louche in Lima.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did not feel well this morning. I should have gone to accompany Stefany to school. I feel sad because I did not. However I had a sore throat and upset stomach today. As Stefany notes eating microwave after it has been frozen is a recipe for an upset stomach. As my angel headed off to work lookinh bonnie in her bright&amp;nbsp; blue hoodie. I had been snacking all day yesterday too. Eating petit pan and pate. Chips and baby tomatos. Today I have tried to cut down on my eating.&amp;nbsp; while I wait for my Coya. I bought underwear today. I had just about run out of clean clothes. Strangely at the second place I picked up some reg grundies. A shop assistant held onto my clothes as I paid for my order at the till. I also got two t shirts. I spent the morning wondering arround park kennedy&lt;br&gt; Listening to a brief concert by university of Lima students. There was a university by my hotel in the country to the south. Chile . South america has a youthful air. I like this. I am the oldest person in the room often enough. Also the hairest and ugliest. It seems I am like an animal. Well as happy as a pig in lima&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-KjtjY9QyOS8/Tr2RbEmKe7I/AAAAAAAAB60/hIejA2iT178/IMG_20111111_181837.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-9192562010468742573?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/9192562010468742573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=9192562010468742573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/9192562010468742573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/9192562010468742573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/11/louche-in-lima.html' title='Louche in Lima.'/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-KjtjY9QyOS8/Tr2RbEmKe7I/AAAAAAAAB60/hIejA2iT178/s72-c/IMG_20111111_181837.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Parque Central de Miraflores, Lima</georss:featurename><georss:point>-12.12061 -77.02964</georss:point></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-2612040126128108302</id><published>2011-11-10T19:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T20:11:26.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today in lima</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Helped two little girls. With their English homework. I worked on past tenses of English. I answered a quiz. Including the size of the largest lake in the world. I answered questions about hooligans and urban foxes. Than i had tea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-2612040126128108302?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/2612040126128108302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=2612040126128108302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/2612040126128108302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/2612040126128108302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/11/today-in-lima.html' title='Today in lima'/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-3385980489078242158</id><published>2011-11-09T12:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T12:33:53.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lima</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;My room and view in Lima&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-9gJPj02czAw/Trrjq6NUxNI/AAAAAAAAB40/lcBop6ncafg/IMG_20111109_172329.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-OZaff-LIprs/Trrjr5ZXCwI/AAAAAAAAB48/DFHaTYsoYHI/IMG_20111109_172304.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-3385980489078242158?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/3385980489078242158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=3385980489078242158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/3385980489078242158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/3385980489078242158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/11/lima.html' title='Lima'/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-9gJPj02czAw/Trrjq6NUxNI/AAAAAAAAB40/lcBop6ncafg/s72-c/IMG_20111109_172329.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-7549623624661302053</id><published>2011-11-07T20:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:05:08.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eighth of nov</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to a peruvivan restuarant and walked arround the chilean national library. Than a picnic with Stef&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-7549623624661302053?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/7549623624661302053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=7549623624661302053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/7549623624661302053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/7549623624661302053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/11/eighth-of-nov.html' title='Eighth of nov'/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-2483551759741331942</id><published>2011-11-06T19:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T19:08:54.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stefany bear at the Irish pub with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mi rosa di lima en santiago. I am very happy . My angel. My darling. My love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-4gGbTblRJmk/TrdLoAksZQI/AAAAAAAAB2M/1B8HGpVBhOg/IMG_20111107_000703.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-2483551759741331942?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/2483551759741331942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=2483551759741331942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/2483551759741331942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/2483551759741331942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/11/stefany-bear-at-irish-pub-with-me.html' title='Stefany bear at the Irish pub with me.'/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-4gGbTblRJmk/TrdLoAksZQI/AAAAAAAAB2M/1B8HGpVBhOg/s72-c/IMG_20111107_000703.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-8075825855117542739</id><published>2011-11-04T06:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T06:15:12.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to the Irish pub. I had a donegal roll, which includes advocado. I drank the local stout. I have a hangover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-8075825855117542739?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/8075825855117542739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=8075825855117542739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/8075825855117542739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/8075825855117542739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-went-to-irish-pub.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-1478236467419136917</id><published>2011-11-03T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T09:27:47.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chile'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hola from Santiago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My electronics are not working. So it is difficult,  for me communicate online. Chile uses a different plug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was hellish long. 13 hours. I think I slept a little, but I was fixated on how crowded the plane was, and other negative thoughts. That I did not drift off. Unlike the Standard operating procedure when crossing the Atlantic, there was no persoanl screen, no games, and no flight map&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a book on the Tudors. As I kept having to move for people walking up and down in the Bathroom. I have not been impressed by Iberia, as an Airline. The food was alright though, but 13 hours and no flight map, no personal screen please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited half an hour to clear customs-immigration at Santiago. I had to eat a lot of beef jerky, I had bought, in case we were not fed on the flight, before I landed. Meats and cheese are not allowed in chile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countryside outside Santiago, is like a western. Wild and beautiful. The town, reminds me of a cross between Florence. Green hills, and old Mediterrnian architecture, and the greenery and skyscrapers, of Charlotte NC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed rooms, my first room seemed to be next to a generator. The changed my room, quickly. I e-mailed Paola. I showered. I went for a walk arround the hotel. I got cash from an ATM, and tried to find an adaptor. &lt;br /&gt;No joy. I bought some snacks, and water. In a shop. I think I may have used a vastly too large note. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paola, called at 6pm. I went downstairs, to meet her. I was amazed how much she resembled Princess. I am sure, I will be slapped hard, the next time, Robyn sees me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paola, drove me through the Santiago traffic. We dropped off her friend. Who lives a stones throw away from the most dangerous street in the repblic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there escorted by Bryan, a courgeous dog, of most noble siberian lineage. I spoke to him, in Russian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Paola invited me into her home, and I was offered tea. I admired her beautiful art, dragons, and lions that would have pleased the royal college of heraldy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than to an Argentine resturaunt, where I dined on fired eggs, chips and steak. My companion, and guiden retired home, after ward, to continue her never ending work. I went to bed, and slept under the southern cross&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-1478236467419136917?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/1478236467419136917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=1478236467419136917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/1478236467419136917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/1478236467419136917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/11/hola-from-santiago-my-electronics-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-4031528368318736837</id><published>2011-10-31T04:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T04:15:50.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shona Samhain</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Happy Halloween. Enjoy the evening. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My mother&amp;#160; is home from America. She visited Wall street. She saw the protestors.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She visited my cousins across New England. Many names, I remember from my holiday there&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In Christmas 1998.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One amusing fact, is that my American cousins, being Irish, New Englanders are to a man Democrats&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The exception is a gentleman from the great state of New Hampshire, who is a proud member of the G.O.P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I remember this man fondly, as I was 20 when I visited his home, and he gave me beer!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My brother is home from South Africa I can hear him snoring &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was very pleased to hear from Granniog yesterday. I was watching football in the pub. An experience she was sharing!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alas my team lost&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am glad Karoline’s operation went well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was speaking to Nicolle, yesterday, which was nice&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am glad my Valya had fun at Halloween. On and Kasia, if your reading this my friend Valya is looking for German dating sites&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I look forward to seeing Stefany soon. Kuiyaki.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-4031528368318736837?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/4031528368318736837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=4031528368318736837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4031528368318736837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4031528368318736837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/10/shona-samhain.html' title='Shona Samhain'/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-1641417302649300084</id><published>2011-10-28T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:07:58.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Stainless steel rat'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiSatHAaD1o/TqsdsuUg7rI/AAAAAAAABzk/BNWZ-U9mKAo/s1600/IMG_20111028_194101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiSatHAaD1o/TqsdsuUg7rI/AAAAAAAABzk/BNWZ-U9mKAo/s200/IMG_20111028_194101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed this today at work. Its from 1986. Its one of the old choose your own adventure books. In this case, its the Stainless steel rat series. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Stainless_Steel_Rat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stainless Steel rat, was written by Harry Harrison. I did a High school project on his works, when I 15. I read a lot of books, when I was that age. West of Eden, which is about the world, as it would have been, if the Dinosaurs, had not been wiped out, by the Asteroid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Stainless steel rat books, are set in a future. Where the Galactic empire, fell a few generations ago, and the galaxy has fallen into a decline. Its a rather orderly decline. Most of the Human race, is content in a world quite similar to the modern age, just with starships, and the occasional Alien. In fact its something of a Utopia. Crime does not really exist. To much CCTV, and robot police can be everywhere I suppose. Its something of a 1960s view of the future. Think the Jetsons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is punishment which is a form of lobotomy. Those with criminal tendencies, are cured. They become the walking dead. There is a description of Angelina. The rats, love interest former partner having been captured. The Guy who was once a criminal mastermind, is now just a fat man. He will forever be just the fat man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get back to Stainless steel Rat. Slippery Jim di Gritz bored with his life. Decides to become a thief. He steals from the rich, and insured for kicks, and money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, the word. Our society, leaves nothing for the gentleman adventure, of the soldier of fortune. We are offered a choice of everything, or nothing. I chose nothing for the protection of my own sanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing I now realize, Di Griz, is basically something of a sociopath. For his own amusement, he causes chaos. He steals, and causes panic. When he is smart enough to have a well paid job, with everything he could want. In fact a lot of the Galaxy, is not up to the level of Modern tech. Treating polio, in the boon docks of Sierra Alpha not interest you than Jim?&lt;br /&gt; Anyway Di gritz is recruited into the Special corps. The secret organisation of the Galactic league. Led by Harold Peter Inskip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Inskip,_1st_Viscount_Caldecote&lt;br /&gt;When I would read about that policitican, I would always remember the series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said the series was quite fun for a teenager. Di Gritz, was always drinking beer, and smoking. When not getting into scrapes. I remember him grinning, when his boss, was unable to describe Jim's wife as pregnant. There was Angelina. I always wonder if Ms Jolie, chose that name on purpose. Its funny, as I heard there was a rumor of a Stainless steel rat, movie, with Angelina playing Angelina, and Antonio Banderas playing the Rat. The film, if it was ever planned seems to be in development hell somewhere. Whenever I think of Angelina, the character I think of Angelina the actress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina, is a curvy petite Brunette, for those of you keeping score back home. In one episode she wears a fur bikini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I read, when I was 14 and 15. You would have found me in the library, looking at books on photography, because they had nudity, and checking out the Stainless steel rat books&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-1641417302649300084?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/1641417302649300084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=1641417302649300084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/1641417302649300084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/1641417302649300084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-noticed-this-today-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiSatHAaD1o/TqsdsuUg7rI/AAAAAAAABzk/BNWZ-U9mKAo/s72-c/IMG_20111028_194101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-6063790939151240905</id><published>2011-10-26T16:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T16:20:59.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Highness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am sorry, I missed this at the cinema. I really quite enjoyed it. It seemed to have negative reviews, which I think is a pity. As I think its an attempt to talk to people, who don;t normally get spoken to&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Danny McBride,&amp;#160; plays one of the The princes of Mourne. There are more than a few nods to the Northern Irish location.&amp;#160; The cast are speaking with British accent. One point Thaddeus describes himself as a pints man. There is a Nordie telling off the lads in a fight scene, at the Tavern. I may have been reading to much but&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The prince, we first see is being is being hanged for seducing the Wife of the King of the Highland dwarfs. They try to hang him, and he is too tall for the scaffold. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The credits, are an animated riff on fantasy movies.&amp;#160; A tavern, a wizard, a busty maiden bathing. yadayada yada&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Charles Dance, plays the King of Mourne. Toby Young, who we last saw as the Dream lord in Doctor who plays Julie, Damian Lewis,&amp;#160; plays one of Fabious band The Knights elite.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lots of F bombs. Its aimed at a juvenile audience. Its actually not bad because of that. The story is basically two brothers&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thadeus, played by McBride, who is channelling Rowan Atkinson in the earliest season of black adder.&amp;#160; Thaddeus the younger son, has&amp;#160; been eclipsed by his older brother Fabious played by Franco.&amp;#160; Thaddeus, spends his time getting high, and laying around. His achievements for one day are recounted as taking a bubble bath and comissoning a nude statue of himself. That will be illegal in the Kingdom of Florida, soon Young Thaddeus. No, not the Bubble bath&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; If you imagine the Thaddeus as actually being in his mid teens. 15 or so, the story makes sense. Fabious goes on quests and saves the Kingdom, and kills Cyclopes and fights wizards. The younger brother always in his older siblings&amp;#160; shadow. A touch resentful. He wants to smash things up, and sulk. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There is a play on the meaning of the word gay having changed, over time.&amp;#160; Though my interest in linguistics notes that seed is still understood after all this time, in its most classic biblical sense.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There are lots of riffs, clash of the titans.&amp;#160; Fabius, has Simon a winged mechanical owl&amp;#160; Spartacus,&amp;#160; they fight in the arena. even those lynx/ax&amp;#160; adverts. Even going back to Zulu movies. Oh and Conan the Barbarian. Remember, Arnie punching the camel, as they enter the city. Oh and Lord of the Rings, but less of that then you might think&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Zooey Deschanel, plays the virgin princess.&amp;#160; She reminded me of Diana in the Xena Warrior princess series. Probably not intentional, but the film was like a good comedic episode of Xena or Hercules. There is one nice set piece was Zooey sings beautifully and Franco howls his love back to her&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There is interesting scene in which Zooey having been kidnapped, by the evil wizard Leezer, talks about if he is so powerful, why does he need to kidnap her. Hopefully, the idea got into the head of a 19 year old, being spoken down to, by her 25 year old boyfriend. Don’t let people with money and cars talk down to you either .&amp;#160; Another interesting thing, is that Leezer snorts a drug made out of these golden tinkerbelle fairies is shown as a prick While Thaddeus, who is clearly smoking dope is shown as likeable. Thaddeus familiarity with pot, actually gains him some kudos in the opening scenes, as he is able to see through the wise wizard deception.&amp;#160; Its all part of the journey, this is a simple road movie, despite the swords and planet backdrop.&amp;#160; Your Highness, the older brother has feet of clay. He has been manipulated by people. He is nervous. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So the plot is basically, the brothers go traveling with their older brothers HS friends/college buddies. Older brother falls out with college buddies, and the brothers must escape. On their way, they fall in with a beautiful but perhaps a little dangerous woman. Woman is not impressed by the little brother, little brother makes mistake trying to impress the woman, and almost ruins, their plans. Little brother using his education and applying himself, manages to save the day. Older brother marries his bride. Then there are boobs, and f-bombs, Oh and the nice piece of Bathos, Toby Young asking if there are fish fingers, at the feast. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Natalie Portman plays the mysterious warrior woman. Curiously she is using a bow. Rather like Diana. No, not from Xena, the huntress goddess. There is a little bit of a homage to return of the Jedi, when she makes her entrance. Her acting muscles are not over exerted here.&amp;#160; This is a few servings of Ham, but she is lovely.&amp;#160; I have a real crush on Natalie. I thought she was my girlfriend between Black Swan, and the movie she made, with Aston Kutcher. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is movie for annoying 15 years old. They are annoying but they will grow up. Sometimes, you just need to be patient. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-6063790939151240905?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/6063790939151240905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=6063790939151240905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/6063790939151240905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/6063790939151240905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/10/your-highness.html' title='Your Highness'/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-1614852934600852978</id><published>2011-10-26T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T08:54:56.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint the whole world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-cUQuhXY8Nh4/TqgtTjhwMwI/AAAAAAAABzE/uAFOEFFCmQo/IMG_20111026_165239.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-1614852934600852978?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/1614852934600852978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=1614852934600852978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/1614852934600852978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/1614852934600852978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/10/paint-whole-world.html' title='Paint the whole world...'/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-cUQuhXY8Nh4/TqgtTjhwMwI/AAAAAAAABzE/uAFOEFFCmQo/s72-c/IMG_20111026_165239.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-1333305814239801116</id><published>2011-10-25T02:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T02:00:23.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boa Sorte Karoline'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Espero que se recupere rápido"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa Sorte! Karoline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-1333305814239801116?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/1333305814239801116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=1333305814239801116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/1333305814239801116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/1333305814239801116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/10/espero-que-se-recupere-rapido-boa-sorte.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-549154316120267644</id><published>2011-10-24T06:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T06:37:33.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday Esha'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Eugenia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very happy birthday to my friend Esha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-549154316120267644?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/549154316120267644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=549154316120267644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/549154316120267644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/549154316120267644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-eugenia-very-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-1830306445860387408</id><published>2011-10-22T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T04:43:17.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muenster'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will be returning to Muenster, for its Christmas Market&lt;br /&gt;9-12 of December. Traveling via Amsterdam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-1830306445860387408?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/1830306445860387408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=1830306445860387408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/1830306445860387408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/1830306445860387408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-will-be-returning-to-muenster-for-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-7485034970299117798</id><published>2011-10-21T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T11:00:50.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homework'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tJtYqj0QxGo/TqGzB4d2iwI/AAAAAAAAByk/VuzwE-qDOPw/s1600/IMG_20111021_184825.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tJtYqj0QxGo/TqGzB4d2iwI/AAAAAAAAByk/VuzwE-qDOPw/s200/IMG_20111021_184825.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes I'm a bad student. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However. I thought I would make an extra effort, as my teacher is so pretty, and the subject is so interesting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-7485034970299117798?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/7485034970299117798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=7485034970299117798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/7485034970299117798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/7485034970299117798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/10/yes-im-bad-student.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tJtYqj0QxGo/TqGzB4d2iwI/AAAAAAAAByk/VuzwE-qDOPw/s72-c/IMG_20111021_184825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-8176831537974876248</id><published>2011-10-20T15:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T15:45:58.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>100 things I like/liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no especial order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Fraiser&lt;br /&gt;Drinking Milkshake&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Robbie Vincent on LBC&lt;br /&gt;Watching Sport in question with my brother&lt;br /&gt;Smoking a soft pack of camel cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;Watching QPR&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Jefferson Airplane&lt;br /&gt;Stehefany&lt;br /&gt;Watching Xena, Warrior Princess&lt;br /&gt;Eating B.L.T Sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;Dinosaurs&lt;br /&gt;Playing Age of Empires&lt;br /&gt;Eating Pancakes&lt;br /&gt;Wearing Dr Martens&lt;br /&gt;Valya!&lt;br /&gt;Watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;br /&gt;Eating Marmite and toast&lt;br /&gt;Robyn&lt;br /&gt;Watching the Walking dead&lt;br /&gt;Playing Tetris&lt;br /&gt;Eating Pepperami. Dunking them in tea&lt;br /&gt;Drinking Leffe Blonde&lt;br /&gt;Meike :)&lt;br /&gt;Watching Quantum leap&lt;br /&gt;Reading the Great war American front novels&lt;br /&gt;Drawing Zacheins,&lt;br /&gt;Watching Lost&lt;br /&gt;Eating Steak and Kidney pie&lt;br /&gt;Being in Hawaii on Holiday&lt;br /&gt;Playing Sonic the hedgehog&lt;br /&gt;Watching Bob downe under&lt;br /&gt;Going to a Carolina Hurricanes match&lt;br /&gt;Veronica&lt;br /&gt;Watching either of the Battle Galatica's&lt;br /&gt;Going to Christmas markets in Germany&lt;br /&gt;Drinking Doombar bitter&lt;br /&gt;Georgeina the Russian barmaid&lt;br /&gt;Watching Family Guy&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;Watching the Road. The film, based on the novel. &lt;br /&gt;Hanging out in Desmonds, in NYC&lt;br /&gt;Watching Star Trek the next generation, on wednesdayy&lt;br /&gt;Jaqui&lt;br /&gt;Watching the Carolina panthers&lt;br /&gt;Eating at hooters&lt;br /&gt;Paola-now Nicolle&lt;br /&gt;Drinking Cream soda&lt;br /&gt;Going to GAA games with dad&lt;br /&gt;eating M&amp; Ms&lt;br /&gt;My Carolina Hoodies&lt;br /&gt;Reading the Jeremy James books&lt;br /&gt;Going to Ireland, for long summer holidays&lt;br /&gt;Regina&lt;br /&gt;Reading the Ber Rabbit stories&lt;br /&gt;Playing with lego&lt;br /&gt;Jane Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;Watching Hell Boy 2&lt;br /&gt;The Civil war pictures my brother and I took at Virginia beach&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the Balcony, smoking with my UNC set&lt;br /&gt;Eating Walls Vienetta&lt;br /&gt;Drinking Hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Watching American Gladiators, in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;Hot Tomato soup&lt;br /&gt;August, the lady, not the month&lt;br /&gt;Reading 500 ad&lt;br /&gt;Playing Birth of the federation on my pC&lt;br /&gt;Watching Airwolf&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the Ben Folds five&lt;br /&gt;Marina&lt;br /&gt;Taking part in the liberal studies debates&lt;br /&gt;Watching the X Files&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out, in the Abbey Road, Virginia beach&lt;br /&gt;Penelope from High School&lt;br /&gt;Drinking Mint tea&lt;br /&gt;Watching Alias&lt;br /&gt;Kasia&lt;br /&gt;The eating of Cornish pasties&lt;br /&gt;Watching the A-team&lt;br /&gt;Celtic civilisation classes&lt;br /&gt;Eating Fruit and Fibre cereal for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Watching the Mysterious cities of Gold&lt;br /&gt;Kat!&lt;br /&gt;Reading 90 Minutes Magazine&lt;br /&gt;My black Carolina panthers sweatshirt&lt;br /&gt;Susanne&lt;br /&gt;Drinking 7up, during the Fido dido years&lt;br /&gt;Looking at New talent Magazine&lt;br /&gt;Watching Phoenix nights&lt;br /&gt;Kat and Olya&lt;br /&gt;Drinking Irn bru&lt;br /&gt;Playing Astrowars!&lt;br /&gt;Reading the Beta ray bill graphic novel,&lt;br /&gt;Playing with grimlock&lt;br /&gt;Eating Poutine&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Tony Robinson tell the story of Oddyesys&lt;br /&gt;Being in North Carolina&lt;br /&gt;Snorkeling, at the public baths&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-8176831537974876248?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/8176831537974876248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=8176831537974876248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/8176831537974876248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/8176831537974876248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/10/100-things-i-likeliked-in-no-especial_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-4481997924532408608</id><published>2011-10-20T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T15:45:47.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things I liked'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>100 things I like/liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no especial order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Fraiser&lt;br /&gt;Drinking Milkshake&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Robbie Vincent on LBC&lt;br /&gt;Watching Sport in question with my brother&lt;br /&gt;Smoking a soft pack of camel cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;Watching QPR&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Jefferson Airplane&lt;br /&gt;Stehefany&lt;br /&gt;Watching Xena, Warrior Princess&lt;br /&gt;Eating B.L.T Sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;Dinosaurs&lt;br /&gt;Playing Age of Empires&lt;br /&gt;Eating Pancakes&lt;br /&gt;Wearing Dr Martens&lt;br /&gt;Valya!&lt;br /&gt;Watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;br /&gt;Eating Marmite and toast&lt;br /&gt;Robyn&lt;br /&gt;Watching the Walking dead&lt;br /&gt;Playing Tetris&lt;br /&gt;Eating Pepperami. Dunking them in tea&lt;br /&gt;Drinking Leffe Blonde&lt;br /&gt;Meike :)&lt;br /&gt;Watching Quantum leap&lt;br /&gt;Reading the Great war American front novels&lt;br /&gt;Drawing Zacheins,&lt;br /&gt;Watching Lost&lt;br /&gt;Eating Steak and Kidney pie&lt;br /&gt;Being in Hawaii on Holiday&lt;br /&gt;Playing Sonic the hedgehog&lt;br /&gt;Watching Bob downe under&lt;br /&gt;Going to a Carolina Hurricanes match&lt;br /&gt;Veronica&lt;br /&gt;Watching either of the Battle Galatica's&lt;br /&gt;Going to Christmas markets in Germany&lt;br /&gt;Drinking Doombar bitter&lt;br /&gt;Georgeina the Russian barmaid&lt;br /&gt;Watching Family Guy&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;Watching the Road. The film, based on the novel. &lt;br /&gt;Hanging out in Desmonds, in NYC&lt;br /&gt;Watching Star Trek the next generation, on wednesdayy&lt;br /&gt;Jaqui&lt;br /&gt;Watching the Carolina panthers&lt;br /&gt;Eating at hooters&lt;br /&gt;Paola-now Nicolle&lt;br /&gt;Drinking Cream soda&lt;br /&gt;Going to GAA games with dad&lt;br /&gt;eating M&amp; Ms&lt;br /&gt;My Carolina Hoodies&lt;br /&gt;Reading the Jeremy James books&lt;br /&gt;Going to Ireland, for long summer holidays&lt;br /&gt;Regina&lt;br /&gt;Reading the Ber Rabbit stories&lt;br /&gt;Playing with lego&lt;br /&gt;Jane Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;Watching Hell Boy 2&lt;br /&gt;The Civil war pictures my brother and I took at Virginia beach&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the Balcony, smoking with my UNC set&lt;br /&gt;Eating Walls Vienetta&lt;br /&gt;Drinking Hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Watching American Gladiators, in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;Hot Tomato soup&lt;br /&gt;August, the lady, not the month&lt;br /&gt;Reading 500 ad&lt;br /&gt;Playing Birth of the federation on my pC&lt;br /&gt;Watching Airwolf&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the Ben Folds five&lt;br /&gt;Marina&lt;br /&gt;Taking part in the liberal studies debates&lt;br /&gt;Watching the X Files&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out, in the Abbey Road, Virginia beach&lt;br /&gt;Penelope from High School&lt;br /&gt;Drinking Mint tea&lt;br /&gt;Watching Alias&lt;br /&gt;Kasia&lt;br /&gt;The eating of Cornish pasties&lt;br /&gt;Watching the A-team&lt;br /&gt;Celtic civilisation classes&lt;br /&gt;Eating Fruit and Fibre cereal for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Watching the Mysterious cities of Gold&lt;br /&gt;Kat!&lt;br /&gt;Reading 90 Minutes Magazine&lt;br /&gt;My black Carolina panthers sweatshirt&lt;br /&gt;Susanne&lt;br /&gt;Drinking 7up, during the Fido dido years&lt;br /&gt;Looking at New talent Magazine&lt;br /&gt;Watching Phoenix nights&lt;br /&gt;Kat and Olya&lt;br /&gt;Drinking Irn bru&lt;br /&gt;Playing Astrowars!&lt;br /&gt;Reading the Beta ray bill graphic novel,&lt;br /&gt;Playing with grimlock&lt;br /&gt;Eating Poutine&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Tony Robinson tell the story of Oddyesys&lt;br /&gt;Being in North Carolina&lt;br /&gt;Snorkeling, at the public baths&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-4481997924532408608?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/4481997924532408608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=4481997924532408608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4481997924532408608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4481997924532408608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/10/100-things-i-likeliked-in-no-especial.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-4150964996653835110</id><published>2011-10-19T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T08:48:24.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apology &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you searching for Playboy. It is not this site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malchera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-4150964996653835110?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/4150964996653835110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=4150964996653835110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4150964996653835110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4150964996653835110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/10/apology-to-those-of-you-searching-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-7594166807678404701</id><published>2011-10-18T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T10:26:13.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words from Hades'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am very tired. I did not fall asleep until 5am. Thats in part, because I had let my sleep patterns fall apart over the long weekend. Thats also in part due, to a slightly difficult conversation with Valya before bedtime. Valentina was trying to encourage me, about work. It had the undesired affect of just making me think about work, and unable to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, at least I am not the only supervisor in today. That and the catalogue went down, thus. It was very quiet after lunch. There was a birthday celebration this morning. These annoy me, People are forcing cake on me, an hour after breakfast. One of my co workers, gets away with bringing in cake and candy rather than working. I think its unprofessional, and infantilising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at least it shall be quiet for the rest of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-7594166807678404701?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/7594166807678404701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=7594166807678404701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/7594166807678404701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/7594166807678404701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-very-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-2195479146941094130</id><published>2011-10-17T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T09:02:08.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Good luck to Dothe, and Carla and co. Expecting their second baby&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Good luck to my little sister, who was made redundant today&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-2195479146941094130?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/2195479146941094130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=2195479146941094130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/2195479146941094130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/2195479146941094130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/10/good-luck.html' title='Good luck'/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-2434958663784506543</id><published>2011-10-15T16:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T16:55:05.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hall Pass</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hall Pass&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The farrely brothers, try the 40 year old virgin knocked up formula.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is a rental copy. Odd, that Steven Merchant, did not get higher billing&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For fans of six degrees of Kevin Bacon. Steven Merchant, here will get you a lot of hollywood&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Leon&amp;#160; black from, Curb your enthusasm,&amp;#160; plays there token black friend. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J._B._Smoove"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J._B._Smoove&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Basically, its an attempt to do the teen gross out comedy to middle age&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Owen Wilson, and his best friend, are given a hall pass by their wives, where they have a week off from marriage. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;idea is, that they will recognise the comforts of married life, and go back quickly&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There are some amusing observations of American life.&amp;#160; The Applebees-Olive garden-Chilli’s, chains being everywhere&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Owen Wilson’s telling his twenty something rival, that people like him hire. That he has to shape up. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The boredom of the two friends, when they are attend a house viewing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The pretty babysitter, who tries to get Owen to buy her beer,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Than there is male nudity, a girl having explosive case of the runs&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Maybe I am getting old. Really I thought everyone can do better. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-2434958663784506543?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/2434958663784506543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=2434958663784506543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/2434958663784506543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/2434958663784506543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/10/hall-pass.html' title='Hall Pass'/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-908665902793615377</id><published>2011-10-13T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T14:05:59.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free trips to Japan'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Free Trips to Japan on offer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw, this in the Economist. I know Valya has been there. Do you think Malchera is a famous enough blogger? Would I like Japan? I am not that keen on Manga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H/T The Guardian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven months after much of its north-east coast was destroyed by a tsunami, Japan is attempting to revive tourism by offering free return flights to 10,000 foreign visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan's tourism agency said the programme, which will begin in April, is expected to cost more than 1bn yen (£10m), equivalent to about 10% of its budget request for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applicants will be asked to outline their travel plans and answer questions about post-disaster tourism in Japan, recently named favourite long-haul country by readers of the Guardian and Observer in the newspapers' annual travel awards. Tokyo won favourite city for the second year in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The successful applicants will receive free return air tickets, but must pay for their accommodation and other expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourism to Japan dropped dramatically after the 11 March disaster, which left almost 20,000 people dead or missing and triggered the worst nuclear accident in the country's history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April, international visitor numbers stood at 296,000, according to the Japan national tourism agency (JNTO), down 63% on 2010; by August they had recovered to 547,000, down 32% on last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Asian market has been showing the fastest recovery, with visitors to Japan from south-east Asia having already bounced back into positive growth by month on 2010," said Mamoru Kobori, the JNTO's executive director of marketing and promotion. "Within Europe, the UK is leading the way in picking up the number of visitors to Japan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kobori said the agency had already invited more than 1,000 journalists and travel industry executives in an attempt to reassure the world Japan is a safe destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[We want them] not to just take our word for it, but to come and see for themselves how the Japan of today offers as memorable and diverse a travel experience as ever," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agency hopes the programme will boost spending, particularly in regional economies: spending by visitors dropped by 47% in the three months after the disaster compared with last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourism officials concede many international visitors are still deterred by the continuing Fukushima nuclear crisis and the yen's rise to a record high against the dollar. Before the disaster, officials had set a target of attracting 30 million foreign visitors a year, a goal that appears well out of reach, at least for the next few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its budget request is approved in March, the agency will start accepting online applications the following month, and select the candidates by early summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-908665902793615377?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/908665902793615377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=908665902793615377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/908665902793615377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/908665902793615377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/10/free-trips-to-japan-on-offer-i-saw-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-1812632381461739009</id><published>2011-10-12T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T08:48:03.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday Eims'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Eims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Happy returns to my sister. The middle one. The one who is not adopted. She also showers, for those of you keeping score&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-1812632381461739009?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/1812632381461739009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=1812632381461739009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/1812632381461739009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/1812632381461739009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-eims-many-happy-returns.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-7924522214586063063</id><published>2011-10-11T10:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T10:18:20.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Megavirus'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>H/T BBC news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( There is a reader, in Lima, who is smiling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The largest virus yet discovered has been isolated from ocean water pulled up off the coast of Chile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Megavirus chilensis, it is 10 to 20 times wider than the average virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just beats the previous record holder, Mimivirus, which was found in a water cooling tower in the UK in 1992.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists tell the journal PNAS that Megavirus probably infects amoebas, single-celled organisms that are floating free in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The particle measures about 0.7 micrometres (thousandths of a millimetre) in diameter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is bigger than some bacteria," explained Prof Jean-Michel Claverie, from Aix-Marseille University, Marseille, France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't need an electron microscope to see it; you can see it with an ordinary light microscope," he told BBC News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viruses cannot copy themselves; they need to invade a host cell if they want to replicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Mimivirus, Megavirus has hair-like structures, or fibrils, on the exterior of its shell, or capsid, that probably attract unsuspecting amoebas looking to prey on bacteria displaying similar features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A study of the giant virus's DNA shows it to have more than a thousand genes, the biochemical instructions it uses to build the systems it requires to replicate once inside its host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the lab experiments conducted by Professor Claverie and colleagues, in which they infected fresh-water amoebas, Megavirus was seen to construct large trojan organelles - the "cells within cells" that would produce new viruses to infect other amoebas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything is initiated from a single particle, and then grows and grows to become this virion factory," explained Prof Claverie. "That's why it needs all these genes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megavirus was found off the coast of Las Cruces, central Chile. It was recovered as part of a general trawl in the ocean for biology of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a new way of doing virology," said Prof Claverie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Previously, we only discovered viruses because they caused disease in humans, or animals and plants. But now we are initiating what might be called environmental virology and we are looking for viruses everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You just go to lakes, seas and oceans and pick up the water, and then you filter it, and try to rescue the virus by co-cultivating it with some potential host."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More generally, there is interest in ocean viruses because they have a major influence on populations of plankton, the microscopic organisms that form the base of many marine food chains. And when they kill plankton, viruses are also helping to regulate the planet's geochemical cycles as the dead organisms sink into the deep, locking away their carbon for aeons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof Claverie said the megavirus would not be hazardous to humans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-7924522214586063063?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/7924522214586063063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=7924522214586063063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/7924522214586063063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/7924522214586063063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/10/ht-bbc-news-there-is-reader-in-lima-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-4373656823617404584</id><published>2011-10-10T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T16:42:30.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Grit'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>( The Coen Brothers 2010 remake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best films, I have seen in a long time. There are very few comments I have to make. I enjoyed an actual window on the past. The langague and scenary where wonderful. This is why the defining genre of American art remains the Western.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two bounty hunters. LeBouef, and Rooster, were both veterans of the C.S.A one, a soldier in the Army of Northern Virginia. The other served with Quadril. We are quite clearly South of the Mason Dixon here. This is hinted at, rather then shown in prospect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded of Dickens, when the girl, is offered a coffin to sleep in at the undertakers. Oliver twist!&lt;br /&gt;14 years old, was old enough to steal to consider stealing a kiss, but was not old enough to drink coffee. I learn from wikipedia, that the original had more of a relationship between laBouef and Rooster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite, the distance in time, and space from the the BOSWASH corridor  A threat of a lawsuit, is what keeps the locals on their toes. Its J,K Simmons, playing the little girls lawyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very enjoyable. Do yourself a service, and see this film&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-4373656823617404584?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/4373656823617404584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=4373656823617404584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4373656823617404584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4373656823617404584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/10/coen-brothers-2010-remake-one-of-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-4949601183324628282</id><published>2011-10-09T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T05:46:16.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Round up 9-10-2011'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have finally completed the review for the wedding of River Song. That is my grand project finished. Apart from the Christmas special &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to book, a hotel in Peru. The lovely invitation, from Sthefany. I need something, to pass muster with immigration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valya, is away in New Hampshire looking at the leaves. It is nice to be able to post information about her again. I hope she is careful with the lake Champlain Monster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_Champlain#.22Champ.22.2C_Lake_Champlain_monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hurt it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Susanne is feeling better. Lets hope the Clan win today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for teasing Catlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, to my reader in Munester, I am thinking of another trip there, just before Christmas for the christmas Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of you be good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-4949601183324628282?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/4949601183324628282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=4949601183324628282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4949601183324628282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4949601183324628282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-have-finally-completed-review-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-1736115417128494398</id><published>2011-10-07T06:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T06:36:19.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Dinosaur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Dimetrodon. Strictly speaking not a saurian. Rather a triassic reptile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-RsutXkJ2e4o/To8ALqYi3ZI/AAAAAAAABxE/6T-duShzgZI/IMG_20111007_143243.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-1736115417128494398?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/1736115417128494398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=1736115417128494398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/1736115417128494398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/1736115417128494398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-dinosaur.html' title='New Dinosaur'/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-RsutXkJ2e4o/To8ALqYi3ZI/AAAAAAAABxE/6T-duShzgZI/s72-c/IMG_20111007_143243.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-7956539212680797918</id><published>2011-10-06T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T11:32:40.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve Jobs 1955 -2011'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Steve Jobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 24, 1955 – October 5, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddist, entrepeneur, inventor, adopted child&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-7956539212680797918?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/7956539212680797918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=7956539212680797918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/7956539212680797918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/7956539212680797918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/10/steve-jobs-february-24-1955-october-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-11065567888940746</id><published>2011-10-04T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T22:07:10.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyrannosaur stance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have been watching the BBC’s planet Dinosaur, with great joy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It is fascinating to see how our understanding, of the infamous T-Rex, has changed over the years&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here are two T-Rexs from MacDonald's happy meals, from the last 10-15 years&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The plain white one, is from the promotion for Ice age 3. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Coloured T rex, is from an earlier promotion in the late 1990s.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Look at the difference in stance. The early view of the T-Rex, was that he stood on his legs, upright&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-1hXB_V7-F68/Tovl-K2YiAI/AAAAAAAABw4/uQoKMXQqUy8/s1600-h/IMG_20111005_004325%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_20111005_004325" border="0" alt="IMG_20111005_004325" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-9cYjLbYN2YU/Tovl_N-yLzI/AAAAAAAABw8/3GyP4vVfkW0/IMG_20111005_004325_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We now believe he leaned forwarded, and balanced with his tail, rather than standing resting on it&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just in a Decade&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;****************&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Another sleepless night. As my subconscious schemes against me &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-11065567888940746?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/11065567888940746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=11065567888940746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/11065567888940746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/11065567888940746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/10/tyrannosaur-stance.html' title='Tyrannosaur stance'/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-9cYjLbYN2YU/Tovl_N-yLzI/AAAAAAAABw8/3GyP4vVfkW0/s72-c/IMG_20111005_004325_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-2116713715359016715</id><published>2011-10-04T06:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T06:34:42.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song for the Day. 4 October 2011'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kTHNpusq654" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot and Cold, by Katie Perry. I used to have strong feelings, against Katie. I was dumped, to the music of ``I kissed a girl'' However this is how I was described by a very special person. Who I will see soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-2116713715359016715?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/2116713715359016715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=2116713715359016715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/2116713715359016715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/2116713715359016715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/10/song-for-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kTHNpusq654/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-4425570180289819352</id><published>2011-10-03T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:39:06.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going to Peru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-4425570180289819352?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/4425570180289819352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=4425570180289819352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4425570180289819352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/4425570180289819352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-going-to-peru.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-5807440034873943877</id><published>2011-10-01T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:10:56.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Wedding of River Song.  Doctor Who'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SPOILERS&lt;br /&gt;SPOILERS&lt;br /&gt;SPOLIERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wedding of River Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild Guess. The Doctor, is killed, and his body burned, by he is revived by Silurian medicine. The Silurians, will be in the episode, they take him below the Earth, and using the reading they took, of the Doctor, in the Hungry Earth, they revive our favourite time lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus points, if the Doctors companions have to cast him into the rift at the centre of the Earth we saw, in Torchwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The program opens with a panoramic view of London. We see the Gherkin. Its the title sequence, from the British version of the apprentice. However the BBC announcer, apologizes for sun spots, and stellar activity. There are Balloons across the sky, carrying cars. A picnic in the park, is ruined by petrosaurs. The patrons of the park, had been warned not to feed, them. On the BBC, Charles Dickens, is being questioned about this years Christmas special. He gives a few hints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Dickens, played by Simon Callow, from the Unquiet dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A newspaper board, announces that the War of the Roses is in the Second year. While a Roman charioteer, waits for the lights to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Buckingham palace. Decorated with the banners of SPQR Sir Winston Churchill, the Holy Roman Emperor is back from Gaul. Where he has met Cleopatra. Who is a terrific dancer. His Silurian medic, chides him about his blood pressure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Roman emperor, and sometime Prime Minister, and Colonel of the Scots Guards. Asks his Silurian the time. The Medical lizard responds it is 2 minutes, past 5pm, on April 23rd 2011. &lt;br /&gt;It is the same time, it always was, realises Sir Winston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite, the fact that he had him, thrown into the Tower, of London. Sir Winston summons the Soothsayer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sooth sayer is the Doctor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;``Tik Tok'' goes the clock, recites Churchill. But it doesn't. The Clocks do not move, Time is wrong. Everything is happening at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to time, asks the first lord of the Admiralty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;``A woman'', replies the Lord of Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que Credits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On some God forsaken grey and broken planet. We can hear the Doctor’s voice. Your dying, your afraid  and in great pain. You look up, and you see the face, of the Devil, himself... We hear the voice of the Doctor across the Alien sky&lt;br /&gt;The camera reveals, a Dalek. The Kaled, mutant is shattered and vanquished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;``Hello Darling!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor, with a flick of the sonic, disables his fallen foe. Our Galifreyan, wants to know, what the Daleks know about the Silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Titles, now inform, us that we are on Calisto B, at the docks. The Doctor walks up, and demands to speak, to Father Gideon van de leur, the go to guy for the silence. When they challenge, the Doctor, how does he know the Silence are here. The Doctor slams, the eye piece of a Dalek, on the counter, and that settles the argument &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor is reading, from an Alien magazine, on an Alien world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Giden, Van de leur, the Doctor inquires, as he is joined, by a one eyed Monk.  Father Gideon Van de leur, who was killed, six months ago.... Who are you? demands the Doctor. The Doctors, sonic, reveals its the tesalator, we last saw in Let's Kill Hitler. Oh hello, says the Doctor, after setting the Tesalators systems, a little arwry, with the sonic.  ``What have you done, demands the Captain’’&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor realises, that the Justice ministry is investigating the silence, the Doctor is still after information. He asks, who the Silence’s weakest link is....&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor is playing a Viking at chess.  At live, Chess. There is a cheering crowd. The Doctor, is about to win. His opponent, has moved his queen, 12 times, there are now 4 million volts, running through the Queen. The Doctor, is about to win. The Viking, who wears an eye patch similar, to one that father Gideon, wore. The Doctor, will concede, the game, and spare the Vikings life, if he trades, him information about the silence. The Viking counters with the fact that the silence, will kill him&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor, want to know why I have to died&lt;br /&gt;Dorium, the Blue man, who killed at Demon’s run. Beheaded by the headless monks. Dorium, has the information, the Doctor wants, and the Viking, promises to take the Doctor, to him. If the game will be conceded&lt;br /&gt;The seventh trancept, were the headless monks keep there leftovers&lt;br /&gt;Think Indiana jones. Flaming torches, a crypt, and the Doctor, is wearing a Stetson. Remember Craig gave  the hat from Seans stag at the end of, closing time. The Doctor, even mentions that he hates rats. &lt;br /&gt;The skulls eat the rats. Observes the one eyed space viking&lt;br /&gt;The headless monk behead you alive, and once, they imprison you down here. However there are some, in boxes, as opposed to on the shelves bare. &lt;br /&gt;Some people, are rich and some people, are left to rot, and Dorim was always very rich&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor, opens, the box, with a flick of his sonic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;problem, saves me the trouble of burying you. The Viking pulls a gun. &lt;br /&gt;``No body beats me at chess’’&lt;br /&gt;The ground gives way beneath his feet, and he is consumed, alive, by a pit of ravenous skulls. The Doctor tries to help, however the skulls, will have there prize&lt;br /&gt;The Viking is eaten alive by the undead, and the doctor avoids&lt;br /&gt;Oh doctor, thanks it you. The monks they turned on me &lt;br /&gt;The sonic has woken Dorium....&lt;br /&gt;Give it to me straight, how bad are my injuries?’’&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor mutters,  pondering how to begin trying to explain, that Dorium, is trapped in a box&lt;br /&gt;Oh, your face. Dorium, enjoys the joke...&lt;br /&gt;We return, to the 22nd of April ,&lt;br /&gt;This is absurd, begins Winston, other worlds, carnivous skulls, talking heads&lt;br /&gt;In another reality, you and I, are friends. And you sense that just as you sense there is something wrong with time. &lt;br /&gt;You mentioned, a woman, begins Winston&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor tells the sometime PM. The Sometime and space holy Roman emperor, that he is coming to that,&lt;br /&gt;Winston asks if the woman was attractive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;``Hell in high heels''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more..&lt;br /&gt;In the 7th Transcept Dorim, is not too upset, about his decapitation. He had a media chip, installed in his head, and the wifi, in the crypt, is excellent. The Alien keeps himself entertained&lt;br /&gt;Asked, about the Silence...Dorium, confirms that they are a religious order, great power, and discretion&lt;br /&gt;The sentinels of history, is how the the Silence, like to think of themselves&lt;br /&gt;They want me dead.. States the Doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your a man with a long and dangerous past,  but your future, is more terrifying &lt;br /&gt;The silence, believe the Doctors future, must be averted&lt;br /&gt;You could have told, me this last time. The Doctor points out. Dorium recalls it was a busy day, and that he had got beheaded. &lt;br /&gt;``On the fields of Transalor, at the fall of the eleventh. When no living creature can speak falsely or fail to answer... A question, will be asked, which, must never ever be answered&lt;br /&gt;Silence will fall, interrupts the Doctor&lt;br /&gt;Silence must fall, would be a better translation.''&lt;br /&gt;The Silence have decided, that the The Doctor will never reach transzlor. He must never answer the question. &lt;br /&gt;``The first question...The oldest question in the universe. Hidden, in plain sight''&lt;br /&gt;Would  you like to know what it is, asks Dorium, &lt;br /&gt;Are you sure?  &lt;br /&gt;Very very sure...&lt;br /&gt;The Skulls stir at Doriums word, and turn towards the Timelord&lt;br /&gt;Than I shall tell,&lt;br /&gt;But on your own head be it&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor puts Dorium, in a box, and then takes, him to the Tardis. Dorium complains, but the Doctor, is running off. Dorium, tells the Doctor, he must realise that he has to die&lt;br /&gt;You know, that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In London, April 22nd, at 5.02 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the question? Asks Sir Winston, conqueror of Gaul &lt;br /&gt;Suppose, there was a man, who knew a secret. That secret would destroy the world, if it was shared How would, you protect, against the secret, being told. The Doctor asks Winstons&lt;br /&gt;``If I had to I’d destroy the man''. Churchill answers&lt;br /&gt;Than silence would fall. I never realised, it was my silence, my death. The Doctor muses, on the words,  as he continues with story&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor will fall&lt;br /&gt;Why we, here. The Doctor and Winston, have been wandering&lt;br /&gt;This is the senate, room&lt;br /&gt;Why did we leave, your office, you wanted a scroll&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have your revolver&lt;br /&gt;Your dangerous company sooth sayer. The Doctor, sees a pen mark on his arm, the sign that they have been visited by the Silence&lt;br /&gt;Dorium, is still complaining and trying to get the Doctor, to accept, his fate. Dorium, has a headache&lt;br /&gt;Some terrible weight pressing down, on me. Oh, The Doctor, has Doriums, head box upside down&lt;br /&gt;``Why lake Silencio, why Utah?''&lt;br /&gt;Its a still point in time. Makes it easier, to create a fixed point in time&lt;br /&gt;Your death is a fixed point in time.''&lt;br /&gt;The Doctors death, will happen.  It cannot be escaped. The Die is cast. &lt;br /&gt;The phone rings, as the Doctor babbles, I have got a time machine, The Doctor boasts....&lt;br /&gt;I could help Rose Tyler, with her homework, I could invent a new colour, join the beatles, go on all of Jacks stag parties. Save the Dodo. Elope with Elizabeth the first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has never laid a glove on me, the Doctor boasts. &lt;br /&gt;He has a time, machine, he can put off the inevitable forever. He can have fun. &lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;A pretty girl, in a white nursing uniform is speaking, she tells the Doctor, that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brigadier Lethbridge Stewart, passed away,it  very peaceful. The Brigadier spoke about the Doctor until the end. If that's any consolation he made us poor an extra brandy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor pauses, and takes the blue envelopes out of his pocket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;``Its time’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor returns, to the Tesalator. Who is still in the disguise of Father Gideon, and has a Scots accent. Interestingly.  Surely you can deliver the messages yourself. No, the Doctor replies, it would involve Crossing his own time stream, he'd best not&lt;br /&gt;Your final journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;``We'll deliver, your messages, you can depend on us. The Captain of the Tesalator tells the      Time lord. &lt;br /&gt;Doctor, whatever you think, we are champions of law and order..as you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the anthing, that we can do for you ?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We return to the universe, of 17.02/22/4/2011&lt;br /&gt;Why would you do, this asks Sir Winston, of all that you have told me, this is the hardest to believe&lt;br /&gt;Why invite your friends to watch you die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to die, and I had the chance ``The last Centurion'', and ``the Girl who waited''. &lt;br /&gt;Who better, to be at my side, replies the Doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if its time to go, remember what your leaving. My friends have always been the best of me. Says the Doctor....It would help, if you didn't keep interrupting before I can answer. The Timelord, scolds, his friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman? Churchill interrupts again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Sweetie. Alex Kingston shooting off, the Doctors hat in Utah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River song, came twice... Oh, that scans differently :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napeloen gave me this bottle, salut. I say gave, he threw at it me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a recap of the events of the impossible astronaut. Rory and Amy arriving. River arriving. The picnic at the lake...Everything was in place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had to die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor, walks, towards, the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River Song raises the visor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we are at last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;``I can't stop, it. The suit, its too powerful its locked in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, I try to fight it but I can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where, I die. This is a fixed point. This must happen. This always happens Don't worry. You won't even remember this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look over there, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its me, how can I be there? Asks a tearful Doctor song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats you from the future, serving time, for a murder. You probably don't remember committing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would you make me watch. Demands River&lt;br /&gt;You are forgiven, always and completely forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please my love, just run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time can be rewritten. pleads River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye river &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shoots.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Sweetie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, I have just drained the power from the suits weapon system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixed points can be rewritten Insists Dr Song no they can't! replies Dr Who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We return to Winston's world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is dying its going to be 5.0.2 in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;For all eternity, it will be 5.02 pm in the afternoon Just like a Needle stuck, on a record.  A record sighs the PM/Holy Roman emperor Have you never heard of downloads?&lt;br /&gt;Sir Winston chides, the Doctor a his mentions, of records. The Doctor notes the Irony of a man, who fought in the Boer war, and died before punk. Mentioning downloading music to a PC. (Or an Apple Mac. RIP Steve Jobs)&lt;br /&gt;Sir Winston and the Doctor, break from their chat. &lt;br /&gt;Gunsmoke, I appear to have fired this.  The Doctor, is carrying a roman pila. They appear to be defending themselves. The Doctor has the pen marks, we saw in The Impossible Astronaut on his arm. &lt;br /&gt;Silence, is memory proof. The moment, you look away. You forget them. &lt;br /&gt;In small numbers there not too difficult. The Doctors arm, is covered in Ink.  The Doctor and Sir Winston look up, and see a roof, full of silence. Like Bats, hanging from the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the Devil are you? Demands Emperor Winston, as the soldiers storm the senate room&lt;br /&gt;Pond, Amelia pond. Amy walks into the room, surrounded by a team of black uniformed soldiers. We can hear Rory’s voice. Barking orders, to keep their eye drives on, and keep the silence in sight&lt;br /&gt;Winston, is wary and draws his sidearm  but the Doctor reassures him She’s on our side&lt;br /&gt;No, Amy, No Amy. The Doctor, is dismayed at seeing Amy with an eyepatch. The Timelord is tazered&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor comes, round. Amy apologises for using the stun gun&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor, when he comes round tries to convince Amy, that in another world, in another reality. She is Amelia pond. The little girl who waited for him. The Little girl, who had a crack in the wall, by her bed. She has seen things, that are beyond imagination, and that him, and her are best friends. That despite, this sounds crazy, the fact, that they travel through time, and space, in a blue box. Amy must believe him&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor says this while grasping Amys blue box. Amy nods to the Doctor. The wall, behind her is full of drawings. Daleks. The New red ones, from Victory of the Daleks. The Pirate Amy, from The Black spot. The Vampires from the Vampires from Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KR3sMNOTNoA/TpGI19dMc5I/AAAAAAAABxQ/ZApn-NfuoQ4/s1600/658px-The_Eleventh_Doctor_and_Amy_Pond.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" width="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KR3sMNOTNoA/TpGI19dMc5I/AAAAAAAABxQ/ZApn-NfuoQ4/s200/658px-The_Eleventh_Doctor_and_Amy_Pond.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amy's second meeting with the Doctor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy brings the Doctor, some clothes, they hug. The Doctor is shaven. The Doctor, asks what, is with the eye patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time, has gone wrong. Some of us have noticed. Amy explains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I died, said the Doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than, you didn't die states Amy Does it matter asks the older Amelia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is not just frozen Time is disintegrating, reality will collapse. Replies the last of the Time Lords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Captain Williams, comes into inform Ms . Amy you will find your Rory, but you will, The Doctor recognizes him.The Doctor realises  The Doctor realizes, that he is aging. Very slowly, but he is aging. Time, is moving but at a miniscule amount. The Doctor realises that he is the episcentre of the explosion. The explosion will continue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy asks, the Doctor, whats wrong with him. `` I am still alive'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Train arrives in Cairo. Which is a Pyramid, painted with a US flag, and Area 52 written on the side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor is given an eye patch. Its an eye drive, which allows you to remember the silence. &lt;br /&gt;TheDoctor, is skeptical about the eyedrive. There are over 100 Silence, in the pryamid. No living mind could remember a single one, without the eye patch &lt;br /&gt;The Silence's Human servants  wear  these eye patches. Madam Kovarian, had one. So did Father Gideon, and the Viking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence are trapped in tanks. The Tanks are filled with water. The water suppresses the electrical impulses that the Silence use.  Captain Williams, notices the Silence, stirring as the Time Lord walks past their cell. Captain Williams is not happy about that. He goes to check the seals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor asks Amy what Cpt Williams first name is. When Miss pond replies Captain. The Doctor salutes and  walks after Rory, to tell him, he should ask his boss out. He should invite her for texting and scones. Capt Williams, observes that the Doctor, is no matchmaker&lt;br /&gt;Attention all personal, please check the seals on the Silence. Rory orders his men over the intercom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were right, a tech reports to her superior his prescence in the building, had an effect on time. Progressed the time stream  4 microns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Doctor, reaches the main chamber of the Pyramid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;``Hi honey I'm home'' Its River Song! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what sort of time, you call this? Demands the Archaeologist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River Song is  Wearing an eye patch. She has Madam Kovarian tied to a chair &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a pyramid the question is asked. Its a long story, an event with Cleopatra and John F Kennedy, and Hallogenic lipstick. Cleopatra knew the Doctor apparently. What did she say, asks the Time Lord. Put down the Gun, says River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flirting. Madam Kovarian cannot stand the Flirting.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a child, raise her, in isolation, and introduce her to the Doctor, who else, was I going to fall in love with. Asks River, gloating over her abductor and tormentor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is dying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor, and River are opposite poles of a temporal event. The Doctor is shocked at this, and wants time to be restored. The Doctor accepts that he has to die. River will not kill the man, she loves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor grabs rivers. She has her guards pull them off each other. They are for a moment, by lake Silencio, in Utah. Time moves forward 4 seconds, as &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THere isn't another way...I didn't say there was sweetie. Replies River to the Doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idle gossip-aracheology. The same things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River Song, is she the Woman who murders or Marries the Doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is noise coming from elsewhere in the Pyramid. The Doctor asks, about the Silence. How many are trapped inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None, the Silence are not trapped. They have been waiting for this Doctor, for you. Gloats their Servant Kovarian &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Doctor and River argue about Time, and Space. The tanks, that the Silence, are kept in begin to crack. Water drips down from the ceiling. The Silence above them, are gaining their liberty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eye drives are based on mine. Cackles Madam Kovarian. The Techie drops dead.  The soldiers, begin to drop dead, or fall prostrate. As a security protocol, the silence installed begins to activate. The eye drive will shock its wearer, killing or at least rendering the wearer, in excruciating pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soldiers, collapse. As they face the Silence. Kovarian, starts to shout in a desperate plea, to her masters. No you need me, when Kovarian starts to feel a sharp pain, from her eye. Kovarian now understands the terrible truth that the Silence, have activated the security system on her eye patch. She tells, them not to be stupid. To stop, that its me, but the Silence show no merc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Companions, have a plan. There is something upstairs, they were working on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor, and River, and Amy flee upstairs. Captain Williams, makes a last stand to hold off the silence. The receptor room, at the top of the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eye drive has activated, I am no use, if I cannot remember. Captain Williams, is in agony see his hand shake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Silence, storm the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rory Williams, the man who dies, and dies again, die one last time, and know she will never be back for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy, help me... begs Madam Kovarian. Kovarian is still tied to a chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never see my daughter grow up begins Amy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would never do anything to disapoint your precious Doctor. Kovarian half gloats &lt;br /&gt;You know what else he is&lt;br /&gt;Not here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River song, did not get all from you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy reattaches the loosened eye drive to Madam Kovarians face. Leaving her to face, the agony and than the Silence, and than the Silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me should get a drink sometime, and married. Amy tells Rory, as she helps him up the stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A timey wiimey distress beacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor, is dying please help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You embarrass me, replies the Doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tell him, the sunspots and solar flares. The sky is full of a million voices, offering to help. Do you think, when your time was up you would be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have decided the Universe is better off without you. The Universe does not agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fixed point has been altered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you die, I have to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you die, without knowing you are loved, and by no one more than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Universe and Time, will die. Is that more important than every &lt;br /&gt;More than every living thing in the universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River-Melody Pond, The Doctor asks the Alternate Mr and Mrs, Williams are they proud of their child. Capt Williams does not understand. Amy explains We got married, and had a kid, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy uncuff me now. River had cuffed the Doctor earlier to stop, him touching her. In the main chamber of the Cairo Pyramid &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need a strip of cloth about a foot long. The Doctor, wraps one part in has arm, and the other around Rivers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consent, and Gadly give... to what asks Cpt Williams. Nice bit of Character there..&lt;br /&gt;and now the mother of the bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor whispers in Rivers Ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife I have a request. This world is dying and its tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't another way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than you may kiss the bride. I'll make it a good one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Universe of 5.02 ends. Sir Winston is no longer Emperor. You cannot feed the Petrodacytls at the Park. The War of the Roses, no longer fill column inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor dies, at lake Silencio. Amy stands over his dead body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;``You are forgiven, always and completely forgiven'' The Doctor again tells his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World turns, and time passes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;``Now prison waits for river'' The Child song we heard at the end, of Closing time, and the continues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy in the Garden. Drinking wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard there was a freak meteor shower, a few miles away, so I came prepared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when are we, asks Amy to her daughter. I just climbed out of the Bzantium, You were so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The events of &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0clYN0Qll9M/TpGJ6If1hBI/AAAAAAAABxY/Vmd2T2jBTVs/s1600/450px-Weaping_Angel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0clYN0Qll9M/TpGJ6If1hBI/AAAAAAAABxY/Vmd2T2jBTVs/s200/450px-Weaping_Angel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weeping Angel, from that episode. Time of Angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you? Asks Dr River, to Amelia Pond. Daughter to her Mother&lt;br /&gt;The Doctors dead...&lt;br /&gt;How are you doing? asks her Daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, I killed someone. Madam Kovarian, in cold blood&lt;br /&gt;In an aborted time line, in a world that never was... recalls Dr Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to talk to the Doctor, says Amelia. He is dead, and I cannot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could talk to him, would it make a difference? asks the Bride of the Time Lord I am going to tell, you what I probably shouldn't. The Archaeologist, puts the Penny in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor is not dead.... Rule 1 the Doctor lies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctors lies. So do I, I  have to....Spoilers&lt;br /&gt;Pretending, I don't know your my mother. Pretending I did not remember the Space suit in Florida&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember our wedding. The Doctor whispered in my ear...begins River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did he whisper  What did he tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rory steps into the Garden... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm his mother in law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father dear, I think mummy might need another drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the seveth transcept of the Headless monks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;``Who is carrying me, I demand to know. I'm a head. I have rights&lt;br /&gt;I demand my door is opened''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it you, it is, isn't it. Dorium, recognizes the Doctor by his gait. Despite the monks habit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you do it. How did you escape? Dorium inquires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are returned to the Doctors meeting with the Tesalator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there nothing else we can do for you? ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, thinking about it''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than at Lake Silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eye. We see the Doctor, inside the Tesalator. Waving at River, with his TARDIS ready. A Doctor inside a Doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ssh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time said, I had to be on the beach. ( The Doctor found a loop hole)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can all forget me, I got to big to noisy. Time to step back into the shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Song, in prison all her days. Counters Dorium, Her days. Her Nights are a different matter, between herself and the Doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many secrets observes Dorium. I will help you keep them. Well, its not like he is going anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;``Its all still waiting, the fields of trensalor. The Fall of the eleventh. Dorium tells the Doctor, as the Timelord departs for adventures new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question that must never been answered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidden in plain sight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Who, Doctor Who?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Seventh Seal, and The Indiana Jones Franchise, are riffed on. The Doctor skulls has even similar music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tribute to the Brig, was well done. Well done Ladies and Gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not that pleased, with the London. Where everything happened at once. There were lots of Balloons, which is an old AH trope. We even saw, that in the Cybermen two parter. However I think, the idea was two big, and too chaotic to come across on screen. The Doctor, and Louis MacNiece's Churchill interplay, was good. I enjoyed that, just did not think much of the world building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, we dodged some more interesting things.&lt;br /&gt;Why not have Churchill, try to kill the Doctor. That's what I thought we were leading up, to when I saw, him with the pistol. Churchill grasping that the Doctor must die, and ready to pull the trigger. &lt;br /&gt;The Doctor, having to force, River. River, is basically ready to destroy the Universe to save the man, she loves. The Doctor, killed his people, because they were ready to destroy the Universe, to save themselves during the Timewar. River came to close to that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moffat, threw in some nods to fandom. The silence, telling Rory Williams. That he is always getting killed. The mystery of River. Is she married. Is she a murderer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the Tesalator was a bit of a cop out. After we had, the red herring of the Flesh Doctor from, the rebel flesh, and the almost people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a blitz of references, to other episodes, crossing the whole of the Steven T Davis, and the Moffat era. The Wikipedia entry catches them all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon Callow, as Dickens. The Unquiet dead. An episode I did not see for years after it was broadcast and   The Beast below, was  checked too. Two of the less remembered episodes.The beast below, was not one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy is lovely with an eye patch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew to like the episode, as I rewatched it. It raises, more questions than it answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-5807440034873943877?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/5807440034873943877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=5807440034873943877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/5807440034873943877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/5807440034873943877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/10/spoilers-spoilers-spoliers-wedding-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KR3sMNOTNoA/TpGI19dMc5I/AAAAAAAABxQ/ZApn-NfuoQ4/s72-c/658px-The_Eleventh_Doctor_and_Amy_Pond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-8158516469749608001</id><published>2011-09-30T04:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T04:20:11.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsolescence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the archaeology of 2008'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things I no longer need&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-LbLI3LfJmO8/ToWhPqm1XeI/AAAAAAAABws/_mVgijERX64/IMG_20110928_200620.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may notice. An Icelandic Dictionary, and phrase book. No longer do I think of Akranes, or Asten Mins, or that Damn Dam, or the strength of the Krona. Its a lost world. A world I used to live, in. I used to breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasons 3 and 4 of Modern Dr Who, on DVD-R Disk. Which cannot be copied to a hard drive, and thus are not worth, even giving away oh and I have anyway, on DVD. Look at the time, and trouble, I went to in the preservation of the Disks, and there appearance. Multi coloured, filling system. This is from someone who does not often brush their hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sarah Conner Chronicles on the same format, again...One the most important event of my Thursdays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing a clear out. The Sarah Conner, disks were on branded Woolworths own media. They don't make those anymore. They don't make Woolworths anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-8158516469749608001?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/8158516469749608001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=8158516469749608001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/8158516469749608001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/8158516469749608001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/09/obsolesence.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-LbLI3LfJmO8/ToWhPqm1XeI/AAAAAAAABws/_mVgijERX64/s72-c/IMG_20110928_200620.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-5864591764131410580</id><published>2011-09-28T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T16:57:07.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank you Susanne'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A quick note to all my readers. My friend Suz, had a hard day at work, yesterday. She does one of the most important jobs, there is. She won't get credit for it. I may have made things, a little difficult, for her, by mentioning it. Yesterday, she went home, feeling ill, because of what she had to do, in her job. She didn't ask for the responsibility, but she accepted it anyway, and she has to live with darkness. In comparison I am currently throwing a minor hissy fit, because my boss, is sick, and we have a few people standing around. She is like the Doctor, working in the dark, and moving on, and never thanked. Well not today. I am thanking her now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Susanne. Thank you for your hard work today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-5864591764131410580?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/5864591764131410580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=5864591764131410580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/5864591764131410580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/5864591764131410580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/09/quick-note-to-all-my-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-488569491005323465</id><published>2011-09-28T10:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T10:50:01.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As if Jactober was not annoying enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The October picture from my Dr Who Calender. No Amy pond. No Daleks ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-SIcOuy6vbAQ/ToNeFjWcuCI/AAAAAAAABwg/bKQ6xsd2_us/IMG_20110928_183632.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-488569491005323465?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/488569491005323465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=488569491005323465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/488569491005323465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/488569491005323465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/09/as-if-jactober-was-not-annoying-enough.html' title='As if Jactober was not annoying enough'/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-SIcOuy6vbAQ/ToNeFjWcuCI/AAAAAAAABwg/bKQ6xsd2_us/s72-c/IMG_20110928_183632.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33207558.post-9173493610442369622</id><published>2011-09-27T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T11:29:15.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am working on a trailer, for 2011 Latin America trip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33207558-9173493610442369622?l=malchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/feeds/9173493610442369622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33207558&amp;postID=9173493610442369622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/9173493610442369622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33207558/posts/default/9173493610442369622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malchera.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-working-on-trailer-for-2011-latin.html' title=''/><author><name>Malchera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663097138129212331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhjueNV8a9g/TgZvY5V1RdI/AAAAAAAABcE/35x0ptS6I90/s220/seal.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
