<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814</id><updated>2009-11-21T10:27:27.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countess Counts</title><subtitle type='html'>"I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world." - Albert Einstein</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814.post-7662410362723072653</id><published>2008-10-15T09:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:03:45.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Humor Me</title><summary type='text'>Hello all. Sorry I have been out for a while. Just been busy. But here's something to lighten up the week.Someone messaged me at one of my social networks. Let's call him Bob. Bob is from South Carolina and messaged me because of an article I wrote about Australia.Bob: how can i get to australia?Me: Uhm... By plane.Bob: so i guess.. hitch-hiking is out of the question?At that point I just didn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/7662410362723072653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6204582811122209814&amp;postID=7662410362723072653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/7662410362723072653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/7662410362723072653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/2008/10/humor-me.html' title='Humor Me'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09515586909002988111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814.post-1664061476090958671</id><published>2008-09-30T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:13:01.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='say it'/><title type='text'>Towered</title><summary type='text'>IF YOU BUILD IT, THEY WILL COME.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/1664061476090958671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6204582811122209814&amp;postID=1664061476090958671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/1664061476090958671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/1664061476090958671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/2008/09/towered.html' title='Towered'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09515586909002988111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814.post-7111832069998218217</id><published>2008-09-26T10:49:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:35:09.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday scribes'/><title type='text'>Happenstance</title><summary type='text'>Saturday Scribes for September 19, 2008:Theme: Find poetry in the chance happenstance of the everyday.(a FLASH FICTION by The Countess)Hey, waterfall. Can you hear me calling?     All we need are stars and moon(gypsies sing while eating pie)I'm so full of me there's hardly room for you to breathe     To the left I've got my friends and they're ready to swing(run the city rockstars scurry)Kid </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/7111832069998218217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6204582811122209814&amp;postID=7111832069998218217' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/7111832069998218217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/7111832069998218217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/2008/09/happenstance.html' title='Happenstance'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09515586909002988111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814.post-3134904149984398412</id><published>2008-09-26T09:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T09:39:17.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday fill-in'/><title type='text'>Filling In For Fridays II</title><summary type='text'>Friday Fill-Ins #91 for September 26, 2008: (a FLASH FICTION by The Countess)1. Beer and paintings are some of the things I'm most looking forward to in October.2.  Sometimes I like to hang my nephew upside down and he laughs about it.3. I ate clams with cheese last week  and that's why there is a saying, "never say never"!4.  When I'm down, I walk and sing.5. Six feet under the stars is where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/3134904149984398412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6204582811122209814&amp;postID=3134904149984398412' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/3134904149984398412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/3134904149984398412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/2008/09/filling-in-for-fridays-ii.html' title='Filling In For Fridays II'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09515586909002988111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814.post-5518974465840394426</id><published>2008-09-24T15:47:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T09:46:17.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stream of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Stream of Life</title><summary type='text'>Last night I had a dream, I was holding a paintbrush and a bucket of pink paint. Facing a blank wall, my hand moved on its own and smeared the nude canvas with colors. Sprawled legs, stained shirt and all. The image still sticks to mind, and will paint it as soon as I get the chance to. I have missed painting and drawing.To listen to something certainly not in my sphere is quite unfeasible. But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/5518974465840394426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6204582811122209814&amp;postID=5518974465840394426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/5518974465840394426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/5518974465840394426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/2008/09/stream-of-life.html' title='Stream of Life'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09515586909002988111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814.post-7596904074557068354</id><published>2008-09-19T11:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T09:46:57.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday scribes'/><title type='text'>To and Fro</title><summary type='text'>Saturday Scribes for September 19, 2008:Theme: Phenomena Words: frog, battery, subsequent(a FLASH FICTION by The Countess)Jumping to and froWater and stoneTo have one last kissOr a final collapseSubsequently apologizing to selfTormenting the mindFrog-leaping every timeFrom one emotion to another Until that final collapseThe battery drainedOnly to be awakened to another fairytale.(The probably </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/7596904074557068354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6204582811122209814&amp;postID=7596904074557068354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/7596904074557068354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/7596904074557068354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-and-fro.html' title='To and Fro'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09515586909002988111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814.post-5779956764880512275</id><published>2008-09-19T11:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:05:52.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday fill-in'/><title type='text'>Filling In For Fridays</title><summary type='text'>Friday Fill-Ins #90 for September 19, 2008: (a FLASH FICTION by The Countess)   1.  There is no need for monosodium glutamate.2.   Where in the heck did they get that Dr. House shirt.3. Sleeping lately is all I managed to do.4.  Prospects for potential painters.5. Black laced bra is the message.6.  Simplicity and tranquility are things I want this weekend.7.  And as for the weekend, tonight I’m </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/5779956764880512275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6204582811122209814&amp;postID=5779956764880512275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/5779956764880512275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/5779956764880512275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/2008/09/filling-in-for-fridays.html' title='Filling In For Fridays'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09515586909002988111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814.post-2251080090746859866</id><published>2008-09-18T10:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:31:30.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap Mentality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='say it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crapmentality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Countess Counts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Countess'/><title type='text'>Say It.</title><summary type='text'>"KNEE JERK REACTION"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/2251080090746859866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6204582811122209814&amp;postID=2251080090746859866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/2251080090746859866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/2251080090746859866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/2008/09/say-it.html' title='Say It.'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09515586909002988111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814.post-8506019332918517878</id><published>2008-09-15T08:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:20:42.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>Get To Know</title><summary type='text'>A Meme  I grabbed from New Age BitchWhere Were You Ten Years Ago?a.  Running around with scissors.b. Playing make believe ninjas with my brother in the garden.c.  Somewhere where there's thin crust pizzas.d.  Seriously considering taking up sniping.What’s on Your To Do List Today?a. Make my own make believe world in the office. b. Eat bread sticks dipped in chocolate until I'm bloated like a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/8506019332918517878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6204582811122209814&amp;postID=8506019332918517878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/8506019332918517878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/8506019332918517878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/2008/09/get-to-know.html' title='Get To Know'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09515586909002988111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814.post-2436062595632036798</id><published>2008-09-11T09:07:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:31:21.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ONE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction Friday'/><title type='text'>Let Me Tell You Bout Hard Work</title><summary type='text'>[Fiction] Friday Challenge for September, 12 2008: Stranger in a Strange LandPick a small, inexpensive toy from your childhood. Now give it to someone from a foreign (or alien) culture. What do they do with it?(a FLASH FICTION by The Countess)I was browsing through the attic and found a GI-Joe series action figure (not in mint condition). The nagging feeling in me coerced me to give it to someone</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/2436062595632036798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6204582811122209814&amp;postID=2436062595632036798' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/2436062595632036798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/2436062595632036798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-me-tell-you-bout-hard-work.html' title='Let Me Tell You Bout Hard Work'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09515586909002988111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814.post-3708050275902748444</id><published>2008-09-04T10:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:54:48.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moustache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Make Me Laugh Moustache</title><summary type='text'>I'd like to take this moment for laughter. If you have read my recent post, I have been particularly busy with... stuff. But today something tickled me big time. I was in the middle of arguing with myself, when I started stumbling with Stumbleupon. Figured I'd just browse through a few pages to calm myself down... Then I started to download albums. Albums by Pink, Rage against the Machine and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/3708050275902748444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6204582811122209814&amp;postID=3708050275902748444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/3708050275902748444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/3708050275902748444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/2008/09/make-me-laugh-moustache.html' title='Make Me Laugh Moustache'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09515586909002988111'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1hbInNNc0M/SMXSmrlWlsI/AAAAAAAAAW0/C0SZOn3WOmo/s72-c/hmm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814.post-2425844551161688692</id><published>2008-09-01T16:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:22:47.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Dear Mr. President</title><summary type='text'>Dear Mr. PresidentSorry I have not posted for more than a week. It's just that time when you need to do something. Like saving your country, campaigning for world peace and saving your soul.Also, I have not posted FF's for this week's prompt. Like I said, it's just that time. Sorry guys.Here're some things I took a picture of. Enjoy the pics! Till I post again...This month's personal muse is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/2425844551161688692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6204582811122209814&amp;postID=2425844551161688692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/2425844551161688692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/2425844551161688692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-shots.html' title='Dear Mr. President'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09515586909002988111'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1hbInNNc0M/SLpYyFohymI/AAAAAAAAAV8/qxrtaxPK_1Q/s72-c/30-08-08_1654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814.post-8288490260705752363</id><published>2008-08-24T09:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:23:23.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Where's the Chicken?</title><summary type='text'>I mentioned at an earlier post (Meme Fever - where I explained some unspectacular quirks about myself) about how I often go to restaurants or dining places and criticize the food, or just eat something new for the heck of it. Well, I managed to dine in a new cafe, but I didn't try something new. But someone else did.I was in a cafe with a friend of mine (waiting for another friend of ours for our</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/8288490260705752363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6204582811122209814&amp;postID=8288490260705752363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/8288490260705752363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/8288490260705752363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/2008/08/wheres-chicken.html' title='Where&apos;s the Chicken?'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09515586909002988111'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1hbInNNc0M/SLC-wjYL8WI/AAAAAAAAAUk/NWKwZgvXL7I/s72-c/20-08-08_1813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814.post-705296581683381802</id><published>2008-08-24T00:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:56:27.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Meme Fever</title><summary type='text'>I must admit, I have been hit with the meme fever this month.So I say "Yes, Paul." He tagged me with this one.Paul of Clamouring to Become Visible tagged me with this one. With a long weekend, caffeine, cheescake and some salad, why not?Paul tagged me with a meme to reveal six unspectacular quirks about myself.But first, the rules... 1. Link to the person who tagged you - CHECK!2. Mention the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/705296581683381802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6204582811122209814&amp;postID=705296581683381802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/705296581683381802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/705296581683381802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/2008/08/meme-fever.html' title='Meme Fever'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09515586909002988111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814.post-4613666622953962539</id><published>2008-08-22T12:18:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:45:32.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Musical Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Usual</title><summary type='text'>Monday Musical Musings #12 for August, 19 2008: Express Yourself by Madonna(a FLASH FICTION by The Countess)Once she placed the keys on the counter, she lets her hair down. She flings open her closet door, and automatically her hand reaches for the little black dress. While she changed, her answering machine dishes out messages of the day. It's the usual. A telemarketer calls her for an AC </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/4613666622953962539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6204582811122209814&amp;postID=4613666622953962539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/4613666622953962539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/4613666622953962539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/2008/08/usual_22.html' title='The Usual'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09515586909002988111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814.post-6366464612059189468</id><published>2008-08-22T11:28:00.032+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:50:56.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday scribblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>How We Met</title><summary type='text'>Sunday Scribblings for August, 24 2008: How I met my [fill in blank] [by The Countess]How I met my first boyfriend. The truth is I can't remember every single detail, it was back in kindergarten when all our nannies would convene at the school playground during our snack time and we, the kids, were left to play in the swings and the slide.He was always there waiting for me at the swings, and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/6366464612059189468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6204582811122209814&amp;postID=6366464612059189468' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/6366464612059189468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/6366464612059189468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-we-met.html' title='How We Met'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09515586909002988111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814.post-3999916198230770297</id><published>2008-08-22T11:28:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:45:57.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday scribes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Great Arrival</title><summary type='text'>Saturday Scribes for August, 23 2008: Fragility with the words "phoenix, snail, river"(a FLASH FICTION by The Countess)He stood on the rock and raised his eyes to the heavens. He waited for the coming. He never knew when the time would come, but the time was now. A simple beginning that would translate into many years of care. The fragile package that would be delivered to him would bring great </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/3999916198230770297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6204582811122209814&amp;postID=3999916198230770297' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/3999916198230770297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/3999916198230770297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/2008/08/great-arrival.html' title='The Great Arrival'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09515586909002988111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814.post-7620437837987558381</id><published>2008-08-22T10:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:46:12.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>What Next</title><summary type='text'>[Fiction] Friday for August, 22 2008: Have your character steal something. Now have the character rationalize it.(a FLASH FICTION by The Countess)There they are under the bed. Luring. Tempting. Coercing.I am invisible. The room is dim and there was no one else there.This is the only opportunity I can get and there is no backing out now.He can't help it. If he needs to do it, he must do it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/7620437837987558381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6204582811122209814&amp;postID=7620437837987558381' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/7620437837987558381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/7620437837987558381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-next.html' title='What Next'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09515586909002988111'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1hbInNNc0M/SKuuU-OXCFI/AAAAAAAAATE/1L9ZJOvuClM/s72-c/private_1_09b57f653521a25ee98832f29e29937d51305d2790daddae6f5d1e233a5972cbl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814.post-5423505974931878173</id><published>2008-08-22T04:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T08:11:29.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eraserheads'/><title type='text'>Eraserheads Reunion Concert One Night Only</title><summary type='text'>News recieved from FanBase.a few months ago:you asked me to wake the creature up.you tried to convince me that it was time.you said the people needed it.i said it's not a good idea to wake a sleeping beast.you don't know what will happen when it rises.you tried to convince me that it will all be good.you have everything under control.we argued til the rooster shook and you had an answer to all my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/5423505974931878173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6204582811122209814&amp;postID=5423505974931878173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/5423505974931878173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/5423505974931878173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/2008/08/eraserheads-reunion-concert-one-night.html' title='Eraserheads Reunion Concert One Night Only'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09515586909002988111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814.post-473612833075502369</id><published>2008-08-21T10:19:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:04:17.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Let Me Entertain You</title><summary type='text'>Today I woke up earlier than the usual. The first thing that popped into my noggin' was Dr. Gregory House, M.D.What else would a woman do? Youtube him of course, and here are three videos I ultimately adore because of his character. Yes, if he was a bit younger (or I a bit older) and if he wasn't a character, I'd make a shrine...I kid.These videos are fanvids made by (well, who else?) fans of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/473612833075502369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6204582811122209814&amp;postID=473612833075502369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/473612833075502369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/473612833075502369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-me-entertain-you.html' title='Let Me Entertain You'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09515586909002988111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814.post-5962097061290187481</id><published>2008-08-21T08:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:06:40.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alan navarra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Trouble by Alan Navarra'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!</title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday to my brother dear Alan!Well, his smart ass comments at his blog Girl Trouble is never-ending. But enough about that.. It's his birthday! And make him happy by reading (or purchasing) his book! Girl Trouble by Alan Navarra is now available in SM Bacolod - National Bookstore (and G.City as well)The book cover looks like this Book Cover LinkThe book can be found in the Fil Lit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/5962097061290187481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6204582811122209814&amp;postID=5962097061290187481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/5962097061290187481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/5962097061290187481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09515586909002988111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814.post-5191324641286510189</id><published>2008-08-19T13:51:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T16:51:38.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spot chronicles'/><title type='text'>Smile Like No One's Watching</title><summary type='text'>What do we do when your best doggy friend brings you a bone?What do we do when some hinted memory pops in our heads?What do we do when an agreeable scene presents itself?What do we do when someone shares a piece of pie?What do we do when someone compliments us?What do we do when someone gives you gifts?What about when someone gives a free ipod?What do we do when you've been hugged?What do we do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/5191324641286510189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6204582811122209814&amp;postID=5191324641286510189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/5191324641286510189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/5191324641286510189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/2008/08/smile-like-no-ones-watching.html' title='Smile Like No One&apos;s Watching'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09515586909002988111'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1hbInNNc0M/SKpfbBtsrXI/AAAAAAAAAS8/sopGNZfIRfI/s72-c/happy-512-x-384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814.post-7630059556491781769</id><published>2008-08-15T15:38:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T16:54:54.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday scribes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>What Do I Do?</title><summary type='text'>Saturday Scribe for August, 16 2008: Avoid "the, of, and, a, to"(a FLASH FICTION by The Countess)Crazy. Just plain crazy.I. Can we truly define it?1. Lacking caffeine?2. Too much caffeine?3. Holding in pee?4. Is it love?II. What caused it?1. No coffee?2. Vegeterian diet?3. Sexual urges?4. Is it love?III. What do I do?1. Drink water instead.2. Exercise.3. Control (?)4. Fall in love.IV. Should I?1.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/7630059556491781769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6204582811122209814&amp;postID=7630059556491781769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/7630059556491781769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/7630059556491781769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-do-i-do.html' title='What Do I Do?'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09515586909002988111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814.post-4131991538687147398</id><published>2008-08-15T12:00:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:22:26.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction Friday'/><title type='text'>Memories That Remain</title><summary type='text'>[Fiction] Friday for August, 15 2008: Stolen Conversation(a FLASH FICTION by The Countess)She walked into the shower and turned on the hot knob.The steam surrounding her once the water hit her body.Enveloping her skin with warmth and moisture.Her hands brush through her hair and eventually resting on her shoulder.Her naked skin glowed while the heat radiated through out the shower curtain.That </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/4131991538687147398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6204582811122209814&amp;postID=4131991538687147398' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/4131991538687147398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/4131991538687147398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/2008/08/memories-that-remain.html' title='Memories That Remain'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09515586909002988111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204582811122209814.post-6081076377782426982</id><published>2008-08-14T10:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T10:43:37.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap Mentality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crapmentality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Countess Counts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Countess'/><title type='text'>What Am I?</title><summary type='text'>People have been asking me about my blog.They like the content and the lay-out, but one thing boggles them.Why "Crap Mentality?"Why not just make a designated URL that jives with The Countess Counts?Why not: thecountesscounts or countingwithcountess or something similar to that.Well, because the blog fits the URL...People always say crappy things, or the things I sometimes write about are crap, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/feeds/6081076377782426982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6204582811122209814&amp;postID=6081076377782426982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/6081076377782426982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204582811122209814/posts/default/6081076377782426982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapmentality.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-am-i.html' title='What Am I?'/><author><name>The Countess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944476987627823708</uri><email>thecountesscounts@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09515586909002988111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>