<?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-5399730</id><updated>2011-12-15T13:34:03.225+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Blog On The Internet And, Well, Just General Rants</title><subtitle type='html'>A Blog Designed to give me the chance to REALLY VENT!!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17784541344900061380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399730.post-117062689911454684</id><published>2007-02-05T09:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T20:05:24.076+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye Lyrics - Sneaky Sound System</title><summary type='text'>(Angus)You,You got what I need,Oh baby yes please,everything you do it drives me wild.yeh love your styleNow,get back on the floor.I want to see moreof the way that you spin that little dress aroundYeh baby this is your towncome a little closerwhen I'm on the mikecome a little closerwhen I need you in sightShake it up baby like you own the clubShake it up baby like you need the lovenow;you got </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/feeds/117062689911454684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5399730&amp;postID=117062689911454684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/117062689911454684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/117062689911454684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/2007/02/good-bye-lyrics-sneaky-sound-system.html' title='Good Bye Lyrics - Sneaky Sound System'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17784541344900061380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399730.post-115897531290930100</id><published>2006-09-23T11:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T11:35:12.920+10:00</updated><title type='text'>God Lead Your Soul Lyrics - The Sleepy Jackson</title><summary type='text'>God Lead your soul.All way past the rain.Like when I was a song in man.God Lead your time to them.All the way past teh planes.Like when I was a song in man.Witches in my swimming pool.Devils are in my brothers room.How long,'til God knows that.Crime comes to them like a worried vien.Girls get married like they live in vain.How long,'til God knows that.Dragons don't, sleep at night.They live like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/feeds/115897531290930100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5399730&amp;postID=115897531290930100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/115897531290930100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/115897531290930100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/2006/09/god-lead-your-soul-lyrics-sleepy.html' title='God Lead Your Soul Lyrics - The Sleepy Jackson'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17784541344900061380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399730.post-115569863165993334</id><published>2006-08-16T13:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T13:23:51.683+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Bjorn And John - Young Folks Lyrics</title><summary type='text'>(Boy)If I told you things I did beforeTold you how I used to beWould you go along with someone like me?If you knew my story word for wordHad all of my historyWould you go along with someone like me?(Girl)I didn't fall and have my shareIt didn't lead nowhereI would go along with someone like youIt doesn't matter what you didWho you were hanging withWe could stick around and see this night through(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/feeds/115569863165993334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5399730&amp;postID=115569863165993334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/115569863165993334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/115569863165993334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/2006/08/peter-bjorn-and-john-young-folks.html' title='Peter Bjorn And John - Young Folks Lyrics'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17784541344900061380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399730.post-115528303000946022</id><published>2006-08-11T17:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T18:00:40.936+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth Lyrics: About Cats And Dogs (Is That They Die)- Pony Up!</title><summary type='text'>See how close I can get,To Keep my socks from getting all wet,Parade me around,Don't let me let you down,I got dirt on my shoe,Tell me what I'm gonna do,Parade me around, (Parade me around),Give my beatbox a squeezeGring me back to lifeBring me back to lifeGet me off of my feetChorusGive me a reason, Send me a Postcard,Tell me your story,Why are you so far,I'm cramming for nothing,I'm pushing a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/feeds/115528303000946022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5399730&amp;postID=115528303000946022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/115528303000946022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/115528303000946022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/2006/08/truth-lyrics-about-cats-and-dogs-is.html' title='The Truth Lyrics: About Cats And Dogs (Is That They Die)- Pony Up!'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17784541344900061380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399730.post-115392004373009462</id><published>2006-07-26T23:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:20:43.770+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Taerdrops - Massive Atatck</title><summary type='text'>Love, love is a verbLove is a doing wordFearless on my breathGentle impulsionShakes and makes me lighterFearless on my breathTeardrop on the fireFearless on my breathNight night of the dayBlack flowers blossomFearless on my breathBlack flowers blossomFearless on my breathTeardrop on the fireFearless on myWater is my eyeMost faithful mirrorFearless on my breathTeardrop on the fire of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/feeds/115392004373009462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5399730&amp;postID=115392004373009462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/115392004373009462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/115392004373009462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/2006/07/taerdrops-massive-atatck.html' title='Taerdrops - Massive Atatck'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17784541344900061380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399730.post-113822935579098754</id><published>2006-01-26T09:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T21:46:35.866+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Franz Ferdinand Lyrics</title><summary type='text'>This is where I'll be so heavenly,so come and dance with me MichaelSo sexy, I'm sexy,so come and dance with me MichaelI'm all that you see, you wanna see,so come and dance with me MichaelSo close now, so close now,so come and dance with me, so come and dance with me, so come and dancewith meMichael,you're the boy with all the leather hips,sticky hair, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky lipsMichael</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/113822935579098754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/113822935579098754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/2006/01/michael-franz-ferdinand-lyrics.html' title='Michael Franz Ferdinand Lyrics'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17784541344900061380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399730.post-113807147703344403</id><published>2006-01-24T13:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T13:57:57.043+11:00</updated><title type='text'>This Charming Man Lyrics (The Smiths And Morrissey)</title><summary type='text'>Punctured bicycleOn a hillside desolateWill nature make a man of me yet ? When in this charming carThis charming manWhy pamper life’s complexitiesWhen the leather runs smoothOn the passenger seat ? I would go out tonightBut I haven’t got a stitch to wearThis man said it’s gruesomeThat someone so handsome should careAh ! a jumped-up pantry boyWho never knew his placeHe said return the ringHe knows</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/feeds/113807147703344403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5399730&amp;postID=113807147703344403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/113807147703344403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/113807147703344403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-charming-man-lyrics-smiths-and.html' title='This Charming Man Lyrics (The Smiths And Morrissey)'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17784541344900061380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399730.post-113462734389609068</id><published>2005-12-15T17:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T17:15:43.906+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr SEO Theme Lysrics</title><summary type='text'>News And Reports of S E OOOOOO-OHHHHHHIt's Mr SEO Joe Balastrino-ooooooo - YEH!http://www.insearchofstuff.com/podcasts/mr-seo.mp3</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/feeds/113462734389609068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5399730&amp;postID=113462734389609068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/113462734389609068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/113462734389609068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/2005/12/mr-seo-theme-lysrics.html' title='Mr SEO Theme Lysrics'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17784541344900061380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399730.post-113255175812790554</id><published>2005-11-21T16:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T06:46:50.506+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Feist Mushaboom Lrics</title><summary type='text'>My favourite song right now. Amazingly addictive.==============================================Helping the kids out of their coats But wait the babies haven't been born (or or or or or 0rn)Oh oh oh oh oh oh ohUnpacking the bags and setting upAnd planting lilacs and buttercu-uh-uh-uh-uh-upsOh oh oh oh oh oh ohBut in the meantime I've got it hard Second floor living without a yard It may be years </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/feeds/113255175812790554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5399730&amp;postID=113255175812790554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/113255175812790554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/113255175812790554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/2005/11/feist-mushaboom-lrics.html' title='Feist Mushaboom Lrics'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17784541344900061380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399730.post-113175452113949614</id><published>2005-11-12T11:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T11:15:21.150+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Moloko - Time Is Now Lyrics</title><summary type='text'>You're my last breathe You're a breathe of fresh air to me Hi, I'm empty So tell me you'll care for me You're the first thing And the last thing on my mind In your arms I feel Sunshine On a promise A daydream yet to come Time is upon us Oh but the night is young Flowers blossomIn the winter timeIn your arms I feelSunshineGive up yourself unto the moment The time is now Give up yourself unto the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/113175452113949614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/113175452113949614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/2005/11/moloko-time-is-now-lyrics.html' title='Moloko - Time Is Now Lyrics'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17784541344900061380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399730.post-113171567860646449</id><published>2005-11-12T00:07:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T00:34:37.553+11:00</updated><title type='text'>On This Side - Claire Bowdiitch And The Feeding Set</title><summary type='text'>We were living in a Treehouse,In the middle of the BurbsWe got two kids now, He says he wants a third,Well I'll give this man,Most any thing he asks,Cause I never did imagine,How green grows the grassOn this Side,Things they work differently me oh my,Through all that we're hoping Beause this timeWe dare to believe.Well it wasn't always this wayI can tell you that for sureSeems the colour I knew </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/feeds/113171567860646449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5399730&amp;postID=113171567860646449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/113171567860646449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/113171567860646449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/2005/11/on-this-side-claire-bowdiitch-and.html' title='On This Side - Claire Bowdiitch And The Feeding Set'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17784541344900061380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399730.post-113171477835524470</id><published>2005-11-12T00:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T03:10:44.770+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Knife - Heartbeats Lyrics</title><summary type='text'>one night to be confusedone night to speed up truthwe had a promise madefour hands and then awayboth under influencewe had devine senseto know what to saymind is a razorbladeto call for hands of aboveto lean onwouldn't be good enoughfor me, noone night of magic rushthe start of simple touchone night to push and screamand then relief (Man, is that a great description of Sex or WHAT??!?!?!?)ten </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/feeds/113171477835524470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5399730&amp;postID=113171477835524470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/113171477835524470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/113171477835524470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/2005/11/knife-heartbeats-lyrics.html' title='The Knife - Heartbeats Lyrics'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17784541344900061380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399730.post-112787121005731879</id><published>2005-09-28T11:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T18:00:48.606+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Mistake Lyrics - The Panics</title><summary type='text'>It ain't some kind to wait,I don't like the idea of it at all,Lean inside,Just trying to make sense of it all.Cause I'm scared to watch this get old,So won't let it start.I think I'm half a chance,Judging by all of the people I've met,But I aint so sure,I could choose one more face to forgetI'm only going to live in this land Let it go, my, wayLeave me in my placeCause you know in the world, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/feeds/112787121005731879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5399730&amp;postID=112787121005731879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/112787121005731879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/112787121005731879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-best-mistake-lyrics-panics.html' title='My Best Mistake Lyrics - The Panics'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17784541344900061380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399730.post-108763115175894722</id><published>2004-06-19T17:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T17:51:05.883+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When Press Releases Achieve NothingAs soon as Google released Gmail, their free email service with 1000 MB, it was pretty clear that the battle for hearts and minds was now on. I personally waited anxiously for Yahoo and Microsoft's response. After so many years in which Yahoo! mail and Hotmail where the two primary choices for mail, Gmail through a real spanner in the works, especially as the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/feeds/108763115175894722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5399730&amp;postID=108763115175894722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/108763115175894722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/108763115175894722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/2004/06/when-press-releases-achieve-nothing-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17784541344900061380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399730.post-108669808408589161</id><published>2004-06-08T22:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T10:42:48.416+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Playshool Shows Two Mothers - What's the F-ing Big Deal?</title><summary type='text'>Two Mothers - What's the F-ing Big Deal?Background: For those who don't know, on the Australian National Broadcaster (ABC), a state run TV station, there is a show called Playschool. Essentially for pre-school age kids. recently, Playschool ran an episode in which two mothers took their child to a park. With an election looming, no divisive issue to rally the masses, and an unpopular War in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/feeds/108669808408589161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5399730&amp;postID=108669808408589161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/108669808408589161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/108669808408589161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/2004/06/playshool-shows-two-mothers-whats-f.html' title='Playshool Shows Two Mothers - What&apos;s the F-ing Big Deal?'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17784541344900061380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399730.post-108599312673043495</id><published>2004-05-31T18:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T08:47:29.403+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemical Brother's The Test Lyrics</title><summary type='text'>I love getting lyrics of the Internet. Always teaches you something,like Tori Amos Siren lyrics that included the use of the word coquette.Great stuff!!!!In the case of The Test by the Chemical Brothers, however, trusty oleGoogle really let me down.So I am here to rectify the problem. Here is my version of The Testlyrics. I tried to get the bits in the background right, and I reckon"I'm fine" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/feeds/108599312673043495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5399730&amp;postID=108599312673043495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/108599312673043495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/108599312673043495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/2004/05/chemical-brothers-test-lyrics.html' title='Chemical Brother&apos;s The Test Lyrics'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17784541344900061380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399730.post-108502947822568396</id><published>2004-05-20T15:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T10:15:26.400+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Article: Black Hole eats Web Resources, claims Survey</title><summary type='text'>Black Holeeats Web Resources, claims SurveyGreat article about how very few websites are positive ROI generators.The reasons for this aren't discussed in much detail, but theinference is pretty clear from the statement: "...you do not have tobe a big spender to make money from the Web. Small budgets are just ascapable as big budgets of generating good returns". This is all prettyself evident from</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/feeds/108502947822568396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5399730&amp;postID=108502947822568396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/108502947822568396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/108502947822568396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/2004/05/great-article-black-hole-eats-web.html' title='Great Article: Black Hole eats Web Resources, claims Survey'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17784541344900061380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399730.post-108444385759985602</id><published>2004-05-13T20:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T18:59:16.946+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a lot of odd interests, it would seem, and my current "thing" is the whole open source movement. I never really got why FreeBSD is the way it is, and what its difference to Linux was, and why FreeBSD wans't the "Great open source hope" on the Desktop, as linux seems to want to be portrayed.Well, I found this article - FreeBSD vs Linux that kinda explains the juicy bits. Well worth a read</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/feeds/108444385759985602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5399730&amp;postID=108444385759985602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/108444385759985602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/108444385759985602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-have-lot-of-odd-interests-it-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17784541344900061380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399730.post-108427623030564217</id><published>2004-05-11T21:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T22:13:23.116+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome To My New BlogSupposedly, I am gonna do this at elast weekly, but quite frankly I doubt is. Anyway, i wanna kick off this one with a link to a really super plus good post @ Cre8asite:"&gt;Marketing 101 - Introducing the Essentials of Marketing Some really good starting advice, and well worth a read. Hopefully, If I ever get off my huge butt, I can add more useful links, but I geuss </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/feeds/108427623030564217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5399730&amp;postID=108427623030564217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/108427623030564217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/108427623030564217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/2004/05/welcome-to-my-new-blog-supposedly-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17784541344900061380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399730.post-94436645</id><published>2003-05-16T17:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T21:44:18.506+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So there I was, lost and unsure what to do. So I says to her "you call that a monkey?" and she says back "Not with the sort of Cash you have on offer" so I just let the Ratchet fall away and, WHOOPS, I lost my shoe. But on a lighter note, welcome to my aimless rambling of a Blog. Where are gonna kick off todays proceedings with a little number that I like to call, constant unconscious streaming</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/94436645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5399730/posts/default/94436645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikemotherwell.blogspot.com/2003/05/so-there-i-was-lost-and-unsure-what-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17784541344900061380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
