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<rss xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" version="2.0"><channel><title>Leeandra Nolting's Open Salon Blog</title><description>No, Lee, tell us what you REALLY think...</description><link>http://open.salon.com/user.php?uid=8617</link><lastBuildDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 14:11:10 -0500</lastBuildDate><item><title>Find the Elvis!</title><description>

&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;img id="cid_392691" src="/files/find_the_elvis21258939007.jpg" alt="Elvis thinks she's an angel or a star, not just at Christmas." hspace="5px" width="285"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;
</description><link>http://open.salon.com/blog/leeandra_nolting/2009/11/22/find_the_elvis</link><guid>http://open.salon.com/blog/leeandra_nolting/2009/11/22/find_the_elvis</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 20:11:16 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>People.  People. People. (with random bird pics for Cat).</title><description>

&lt;p&gt;It seems we have forgotten two little rules that make the world go 'round smoothly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;1.)&amp;nbsp; Don't get drunk and have sex with anyone you don't real-world know that well,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2.) Don't get drunk and have sex with anyone you have reasonable cause&amp;nbsp;to suspect just might be crazier than you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bad things happen when these rules get broken.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Have fun, but a&amp;nbsp;little common sense here is in order.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;'Kay, folks?&amp;nbsp; Now, at WSFTC's request, bird pictures (all taken with my cell phone, as they're scared of the real camera):&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="cid_390192" src="/files/nest_box1258674509.jpg" alt="nest box" hspace="5px" width="285"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Enoch and Jane have set up housekeeping in my closet.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="cid_390193" src="/files/jerry_and_laundry1258674604.jpg" alt="jerry and laundry" hspace="5px" width="285"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jerry, having been forcibly hauled out of my clean laundry bag for the 15,000th time as I was trying to get it folded.&amp;nbsp; He likes to chew on bra straps and shoelaces.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="cid_390194" src="/files/elvy1258674721.jpg" alt="elvy" hspace="5px" width="285"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Elvis, the pervert.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;

</description><link>http://open.salon.com/blog/leeandra_nolting/2009/11/19/people_people_people</link><guid>http://open.salon.com/blog/leeandra_nolting/2009/11/19/people_people_people</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 18:11:17 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>And...we have a winner!</title><description>

&lt;p&gt;In addition to being a female-bird-in-a-male-bird's-body and&amp;nbsp;a nymphomaniac with a fetish for oscillating fans, Elvis is apparently a furry.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;img id="cid_388972" src="/files/elvis_and_peacock1258560269.jpg" alt="Elvis and peacock" hspace="5px" width="285"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;And she's very possessive of her new lover.&amp;nbsp; I have the bite marks on my thumb to prove it.&lt;/p&gt;

</description><link>http://open.salon.com/blog/leeandra_nolting/2009/11/18/andwe_have_a_winner</link><guid>http://open.salon.com/blog/leeandra_nolting/2009/11/18/andwe_have_a_winner</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 11:11:56 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>OS Meta Crazy Shitstormness, or the Squirrel's Underpants.</title><description>

&lt;p&gt;Wow.&amp;nbsp; That'll learn me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;I go out for a day and try my best to get a real world life, and when I come back all this shit's going down, and everybody's yelling at everybody, and everybody else is yelling at them to calm down and stop yelling, and thirteen OS meta posts later I still have no idea what's going on.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Except that Wife-a-saurus finally had little Pokey and they're all doing well.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So peace out, y'all.&amp;nbsp; Life's too short for all this bullshit.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="cid_381181" src="/files/squirrel_underpants1257824520.jpg" alt="squirrel underpants" hspace="5px" width="285"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;

</description><link>http://open.salon.com/blog/leeandra_nolting/2009/11/09/os_meta_crazy_shitstormness_or_the_squirrels_underpants</link><guid>http://open.salon.com/blog/leeandra_nolting/2009/11/09/os_meta_crazy_shitstormness_or_the_squirrels_underpants</guid><pubDate>Mon, 9 Nov 2009 22:11:17 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Feathers will fly.</title><description>

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Since his wife died, he has been in love with the birdbath.&amp;nbsp; Typical Southern sense of reality."--Flannery O'Connor, on her pet swan Mr. Hood.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They've been preening, talking to, singing at, and generally showing off for this pretty birdie for over an hour now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="cid_379510" style="width: 396px" src="/files/peacock11257647434.jpg" alt="peacock1" hspace="5px" width="285" height="325"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="cid_379511" style="width: 395px; height: 313px" src="/files/peacock21257647583.jpg" alt="peacock2" hspace="5px" width="285" height="251"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I'm not sure what&amp;nbsp;they'll do&amp;nbsp;when she makes up her mind&amp;nbsp;as to&amp;nbsp;which one she likes better.&lt;/p&gt;

</description><link>http://open.salon.com/blog/leeandra_nolting/2009/11/07/feathers_will_fly</link><guid>http://open.salon.com/blog/leeandra_nolting/2009/11/07/feathers_will_fly</guid><pubDate>Sat, 7 Nov 2009 21:11:22 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>



