<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26400494</id><updated>2012-01-18T14:06:06.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales Of Human Waste</title><subtitle type='html'>The ramblings of a pretentious hipster concerning music, movies, comic books and the idiots of this world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofhumanwaste.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26400494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofhumanwaste.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>josh likes it ruff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08070434827877281890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v134/WaltBoy/beetledogav.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26400494.post-5823350728504647915</id><published>2007-08-01T18:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T18:31:11.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh hey guys what's going on here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    So uh yeah, sorry guys! I haven't posted in a while, as you can see. Had some big changes in my life: got a job (at The New School), started going to school (SVA), got a girlfriend (been over seven months now), got a new apartment in Williamsburg with said girlfriend (also my brother). Basically I've been all kinds of busy, hence the lack of posts for the past year or however long it's been. This is going to change though. I'll try to update as much as possible, even though no one reads this anymore. I'm also going to delete some posts I feel are either boring or just shitty in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyways, see you guys tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26400494-5823350728504647915?l=talesofhumanwaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofhumanwaste.blogspot.com/feeds/5823350728504647915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26400494&amp;postID=5823350728504647915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26400494/posts/default/5823350728504647915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26400494/posts/default/5823350728504647915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofhumanwaste.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-hey-guys-whats-going-on-here.html' title='Oh hey guys what&apos;s going on here'/><author><name>josh likes it ruff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08070434827877281890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v134/WaltBoy/beetledogav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26400494.post-115440029574096171</id><published>2006-07-31T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:51:18.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh man, I fuckin' swear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay first off, yeah I know I haven't updated in a while. I didn't have internet for basically two months and uh I kind of forgot about my blog. Hey it happens! Secondly, I told myself that I wouldn't write about my personal life but fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have kind of been dating this girl for a while. I wasn't particularly crazy about her but I decided that I would see where things went. Which was a really bad idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My first red flag should have been when we went to a bar and she told me she didn't drink. Now the only explanation for someone her age to not drink is they're either an alcoholic, or they're very religious. Considering she is covered with tattoos, I doubt it's the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second red flag was she always had these "engagements" that she had already committed to. Now it could have just been an excuse to not hangout with me, but there was something fishy about them. She just had this aura about her that she didn't want me to know what these "engagements" were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's what should have been the red alarm. I was at her apartment, which has no fucking air conditioning. It's basically sweltering in there, so we aren't wearing much in the clothing department. I notice something though. She has scars all over the inside of her thighs and upper arms. Like, at least a hundred all together. I have dealt with this kind of situation before. She is obviously a cutter, or was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confronted her about it. She wouldn't tell me much about the scars, just that she used to be pretty fucked up. She used to be an alcoholic, and a druggie. Those "engagements" are rehab meetings. She's been in rehab for practically two years, and has been clean for a year and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now despite all of this evidence to the contrary I continue to see her. Which of course was very, very silly. Things were going okay, then a couple days ago she calls me, saying how she doesn't want anything romantic, it's too much pressure, she just wants to be friends. "Okay, no problem, I understand." Guess that problem's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she calls me tonight. She wants to go out with me, that she was just feeling weird at the time she called me a couple days ago, that it was a mistake. I say that I'll think about it and call her later, I'm currently not feeling so well (Which is true, that White Castle from the other day is still bothering me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am really at a loss what to do. I'm definately not calling her back because I'm just sick of crazy people, but she is crazy and might take it the wrong way or something. And she has a pitbull. And she's fucking crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously kind of scared!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26400494-115440029574096171?l=talesofhumanwaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofhumanwaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115440029574096171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26400494&amp;postID=115440029574096171' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26400494/posts/default/115440029574096171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26400494/posts/default/115440029574096171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofhumanwaste.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-man-i-fuckin-swear.html' title='Oh man, I fuckin&apos; swear...'/><author><name>josh likes it ruff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08070434827877281890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v134/WaltBoy/beetledogav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26400494.post-115421248359497416</id><published>2006-07-29T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T18:34:43.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My last shit was epic.</title><content type='html'>I had to kill it with a shovel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26400494-115421248359497416?l=talesofhumanwaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofhumanwaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115421248359497416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26400494&amp;postID=115421248359497416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26400494/posts/default/115421248359497416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26400494/posts/default/115421248359497416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofhumanwaste.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-last-shit-was-epic.html' title='My last shit was epic.'/><author><name>josh likes it ruff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08070434827877281890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v134/WaltBoy/beetledogav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26400494.post-114756931098231051</id><published>2006-05-13T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T02:56:50.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Hate Arctic Monkeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="219" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v134/WaltBoy/arcticmonkeys.jpg" width="351" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These four young chaps are members of Britain's new craze breakout smash hit band Arctic Monkeys. You might have heard of them. From left to right we have Jamie Cook on guitar, Matt Helders on drums, Alex Turner on guitar/vocals and Andy Nicholson on bass. They are sort of an amalgamation of Britain's current "it" bands, but instead of singing about politics or using tounge-in-cheek jabs and puns they sing about booze and sex and being... famous? Wait, this is their first album right? Yeah, can you say pretentious much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, these guys formed in 2002 and started practicing in their garage or whatever. Through pure clever word of mouth though they have exploded in popularity. By June '05 they were selling out shows and had a number one single. Early in '06(I can't be bothered to look up exactly when) they released their first album "Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not" which, of course, went straight to number one. I have to admit, pretty impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I hate Arctic Monkeys? It's simple really. They are not good musicians! They have no talent or creativity; they are average at best. Yet this shitty band that I would expect to see playing in some skeevy dive in Jersey are in actuality triple platinum sensations. Some critics even have had the gall to call them the next Oasis. One even went so far as to say, and I quote, "the biggest band since The Beatles". The Beatles. Excuse me but are you out of your fucking mind?! To compare Arctic Monkeys to The Beatles is the equivalent of comparing Ashlee Simpson to let's say, Albert Einstein. Yeah, one is kind of okay to appreciate(secretly... from afar) but the other has made a &lt;em&gt;mark on history. &lt;/em&gt;If you think fucking Arctic Monkeys are going to make an impact on all music hereafter you are absolutely delusional. Example: here are the lyrics to the song "The View From The Afternoon" off of Arctic Monkeys' first album:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anticipation has a habit to set you up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For disappointment in evening entertainment but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight there'll be some love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight there'll be a ruckus yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Regardless of what's gone before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to see all of the things that we've already seen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lairy girls hung out the window of a limousine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course it's fancy dress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And they're all looking quite full on in bunny ears and devil horns and hats &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anticipation has a habit to set you up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For disappointment in evening entertainment but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight there'll be some love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight there'll be a ruckus yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Regardless of what's gone before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to see all of the things that we've already seen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to see you take the jackpot out the fruit machine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And put it all back in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You've got to understand that you can never beat the bandit no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And she won't be surprised, no she won't be shocked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When she's pressed the star after she's pressed unlock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And there's verse and chapter sat in her inbox &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And all that it says is that you've drank a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more, but it's basically the shame shit over and over. And if that's not bad enough, the song sounds like... shitty ska mixed with The Red Hot Chili Peppers with a dash of Bloc Party on top. Pretty much some sloppy power chords, a boring bass line and some drums. Man oh man, I remember when I first heard this &lt;em&gt;ten years ago.&lt;/em&gt; There is one song I actually enjoy somewhat called "I Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor" but the rest of the album is so atrocious it doesn't matter. Do yourself a favor and listen to one of the better Brit bands, like The Futureheads. Hell, even Bloc Party is better than this bollocksy shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, what do I know? They've got to be popular for a reason!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26400494-114756931098231051?l=talesofhumanwaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofhumanwaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114756931098231051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26400494&amp;postID=114756931098231051' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26400494/posts/default/114756931098231051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26400494/posts/default/114756931098231051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofhumanwaste.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-i-hate-arctic-monkeys_13.html' title='Why I Hate Arctic Monkeys'/><author><name>josh likes it ruff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08070434827877281890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v134/WaltBoy/beetledogav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>60</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26400494.post-114659180043959756</id><published>2006-05-02T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T14:24:01.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Jackie Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm not sure if any of you heard the deal about Jack White and Coca Cola. Basically, Coke was looking to recreate the success of that catchy '71 single of theirs "I'd Like To Buy The World A Coke". You remember that? It was quite the famous commercial. Yeah, neither did I until I Googled it. Anywho, they approached Jack White to write a song for them. Jack White, being the proprietor of brand-free music and dignity that he is he declined to do it, said fuck you and punched them in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, what's that? He fucking accepted? Oh. What a dickbag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his defense Jack replied "I've been offered the opportunity to write a song in a way which interests me as a songwriter. I wouldn't want a song that I'd already written to be used... That seems strange... to be asked to write something particular along one theme of love in a worldwide form that I'm not really used to appealed to me. I've written a song and I wrote it really quickly and it's an interesting commercial that's been made. I was inspired by the commercial."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, what the fuck ever. It "interests you as a songwriter". You were "inspired by the commercial". Oh and of course you have to mention how quickly you wrote the song, because as we all know you are just so talented you can produce albums in 1-2 weeks. Fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are his inspired words of prose that he wrote in like five minutes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One thing you'll learn you can bet&lt;br /&gt;Is that love is as good as it gets&lt;br /&gt;And you'll get more if you give it&lt;br /&gt;It's the right thing to do, and you know it&lt;br /&gt;It's inside of you, so just show it&lt;br /&gt;Love is the truth (ba ba ba ba ba)&lt;br /&gt;It's the right thing to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the arms of a mother and father&lt;br /&gt;In the eyes of a son and a daughter&lt;br /&gt;It's everywhere, you just have to care&lt;br /&gt;It's the right thing to do, and you know it&lt;br /&gt;It's inside of you, so just show it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is the truth (ba ba ba ba ba)&lt;br /&gt;It's the right thing to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are unable to read all those confusing words(in which case you aren't reading this post in the first place you lazy shit) here is the video of the commercial:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oWoLu_Hvbbw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There are just no words that can be used to describe the radness and exquisiteness of this commercial for Coca Cola! Just pure genius! And it only took him twenty seconds to write it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now, I'm not fucking stupid. There's nothing wrong with making some bling by writing a song for some big name company. You need money to continue making music, especially if you want to have full control over it. I like The White Stripes, I really do. I own three of their albums blah blah blah. When you're as pretentious and artsy as Jackie Boy is though, it really makes it hard for me to not say fuck you. Between punching people in the face, to cursing radio stations, to bitching about critics in the vein of a twelve-year-old on his blog and now this shit... you used to be a loveable creep but now you're just kind of a hypocritical dick. What do I know about this subject matter though, right? I mean this is my first post on my brand new blog and I'm only 21. I probably don't know jack shit(get it)! I'm just one of those "cowards" using "the faceless opinion of print and the internet" to convey my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;At least, that's what I'd like to think he'd say in his blog post after he read this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26400494-114659180043959756?l=talesofhumanwaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofhumanwaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114659180043959756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26400494&amp;postID=114659180043959756' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26400494/posts/default/114659180043959756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26400494/posts/default/114659180043959756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofhumanwaste.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-jackie-boy.html' title='Oh Jackie Boy!'/><author><name>josh likes it ruff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08070434827877281890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v134/WaltBoy/beetledogav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
