<?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-183542498549899303</id><updated>2012-02-11T13:01:59.047-08:00</updated><category term='Al Pacino'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='love'/><category term='cricket'/><title type='text'>Slashgot</title><subtitle type='html'>Just another weblog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slashgot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183542498549899303/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slashgot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Taran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00571026536644379699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/R7ciY-c1WZI/AAAAAAAAABs/eiKz8gF9Otg/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183542498549899303.post-3567602334476551714</id><published>2008-03-01T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T02:07:45.536-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Al Pacino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Lt. Col. Frank Slade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/R8o0dz6OocI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FXgt-yQaW9s/s1600-h/The+Scent+of+a+Woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/R8o0dz6OocI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FXgt-yQaW9s/s320/The+Scent+of+a+Woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173004808743723458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank is a retired Lt Col in the US army. He's blind and impossible to get along with. Charlie is at school and is looking forward to going to university; to help pay for a trip home for Christmas, he agrees to look after Frank over thanksgiving. Frank's niece says this will be easy money, but she didn't reckon on Frank spending his thanksgiving in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some dialogs from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0105323/"&gt;Scent of a Woman &lt;/a&gt;that I thought were great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Col. Slade to Charlie when Col. Slade is about to blow his brains out and Charlie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tries to stop him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie Simms:&lt;/span&gt; I thought we had a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lt. Col. Frank Slade: &lt;/span&gt;I welched. I'm a welcher. Didn't I tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie Simms:&lt;/span&gt; No what you told me was that you gave me all the bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lt. Col. Frank Slade:&lt;/span&gt; I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie Simms:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, well you could've fooled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lt. Col. Frank Slade:&lt;/span&gt; And I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[pause]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lt. Col. Frank Slade:&lt;/span&gt; Charlie, how you ever gonna survive in this world without me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie Simms:&lt;/span&gt; Colonel, why don't you just give me the gun all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Frank picks up the gun and points it at Charlie]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie Simms:&lt;/span&gt; What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lt. Col. Frank Slade:&lt;/span&gt; I'm gonna shoot you too. You're life's finished anyway. Your friend George is gonna sing like a canary. And so are you. And once you've sung Charlie, my boy, you're gonna take you're place on that long grey line of American manhood. And then you will be through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie Simms: &lt;/span&gt;I'd hate to disagree with you, Colonel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lt. Col. Frank Slade: &lt;/span&gt;You're in no position to disagree with me boy I got a loaded .45 here. You got pimples. I'm gonna kill you Charlie cause I can't bear the thought of you SELLIN' OUT!&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Simms:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; [Now firm]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Put the gun down all right, Colonel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lt. Col. Frank Slade:&lt;/span&gt; What? You givin' me an ultimatum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie Simms:&lt;/span&gt; No I'm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lt. Col. Frank Slade:&lt;/span&gt; I give the ultimatums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie Simms:&lt;/span&gt; I'm sorry. All right I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lt. Col. Frank Slade:&lt;/span&gt; It's all right Charlie. You break my heart son. All my life I've stood up to everyone and everything because it made me feel *important*. You do it... because you mean it. You've got integrity Charlie. I don't know whether to shoot you or adopt ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie Simms: &lt;/span&gt;Not much of a choice is it sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lt. Col. Frank Slade: &lt;/span&gt;Oh don't get cute now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lt. Col. Frank Slade&lt;/b&gt;: Ooh, but I still smell her.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;" class="fine"&gt;inhales deeply through nose&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Lt. Col. Frank Slade&lt;/b&gt;: Women! What can you say? Who made 'em? God must have been a fuckin' genius. The hair... They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls... just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips... and when they touched, yours were like... that first swallow of wine... after you just crossed the desert. Tits. Hoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya, like secret searchlights. Mmm. Legs. I don't care if they're Greek columns... or secondhand Steinways. What's between 'em... passport to heaven. I need a drink. Yes, Mr Sims, there's only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pu-ssy&lt;/span&gt;. Hah! Are you listenin' to me, son? I'm givin' ya pearls here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/R8o0Lz6OobI/AAAAAAAAADI/cOKoUb2qO4U/s1600-h/sow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/R8o0Lz6OobI/AAAAAAAAADI/cOKoUb2qO4U/s320/sow2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173004499506078130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I could figure out I think this one is the title scene as the title translates to "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Profumo di Donna" in Italian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Col. Slade:&lt;/span&gt; I'm getting a nice soap-and-water feeling from down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie:&lt;/span&gt; Ah... female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade:&lt;/span&gt; Female ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade: &lt;/span&gt;You're callin' her female, must mean you like her or you wouldn't be so casual. Is she alone ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, she's alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade: &lt;/span&gt;Things are heatin' up. Chestnut hair ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie: &lt;/span&gt;Brown... Light brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade: &lt;/span&gt;Twenty-two ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie: &lt;/span&gt;Wh-- What am l, a guy at a carnival ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade: &lt;/span&gt;The day we stop lookin', Charlie, is the day we die.... Move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie: &lt;/span&gt;Where ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade:&lt;/span&gt; You know where, son. Don't be coy, Charlie. This woman is made for you. I can feel it. Goddamn beautiful, isn't she ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie: &lt;/span&gt;She's not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade:&lt;/span&gt; Whoo-bingo ! The boy's alive. Come on, son, perambulate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie: &lt;/span&gt;Perambulate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade:&lt;/span&gt; Excuse me, senorita, do you mind if we join you ? I'm feelin' you're being neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady: &lt;/span&gt;Well, I'mexpecting somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade: &lt;/span&gt;Instantly ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady: &lt;/span&gt;No, but any minute now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade:&lt;/span&gt; Any minute ? Some people live a lifetime in a minute. What are you doin' right now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady:&lt;/span&gt; I'm waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade: &lt;/span&gt;Would you mind if we waited with you? you know, just to keep the womanizers from bothering you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady: &lt;/span&gt;No, I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade: &lt;/span&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade: &lt;/span&gt;Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade: &lt;/span&gt;You know, I detect... a fragrance in the air. Don't tell me what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade:&lt;/span&gt;Ogilvie Sisters soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady: &lt;/span&gt;Ah, that's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade: &lt;/span&gt;I'm in the amazing business !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady: &lt;/span&gt;It is Ogilvie Sisters soap. My grandmother gave me three bars for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade: &lt;/span&gt;I'm crazy about your grandmother. I think she'd have liked Charlie too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie: &lt;/span&gt;Don't pay any attention to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade:&lt;/span&gt; What's your name ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady: &lt;/span&gt;Donna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade:&lt;/span&gt; Donna ? I'm Frank. This here is--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie: &lt;/span&gt;This is Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade: &lt;/span&gt;Yes. She likes you. Charlie's having a difficult weekend. He's going through a crisis. How does he look like he's holding up ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donna: &lt;/span&gt;He looks fine to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade: &lt;/span&gt;Oh ! She does like you, Charlie. So, Donna, ah... do you tango ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donna: &lt;/span&gt;No. I wanted to learn once, but --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade: &lt;/span&gt;But ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donna: &lt;/span&gt;But Michael didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade: &lt;/span&gt;Michael, the one you're waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donna: &lt;/span&gt;Michael thinks the tango's hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade: &lt;/span&gt;Well, I think Michael's hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie: &lt;/span&gt;Don't pay any attention to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade: &lt;/span&gt;Did I already say that ?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [Donna laughs] &lt;/span&gt;What a beautiful laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donna: &lt;/span&gt;Thank you, Frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade: &lt;/span&gt;Would you like to learn to tango, Donna ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donna: &lt;/span&gt;Right now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade: &lt;/span&gt;I'm offering you my services... free of charge. What do you say ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donna: &lt;/span&gt;Ah... I think I'd be a little afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade: &lt;/span&gt;Of what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donna: &lt;/span&gt;Afraid of making a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Slade: &lt;/span&gt;No mistakes in the tango, not like life. It's simple. That's what makes the tango so great. If you make a mistake, get all tangled up, just tango on. Why don't you try ? Will you try it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donna: &lt;/span&gt;All right. I'll give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More can be found on &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0105323/"&gt;IMDB.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183542498549899303-3567602334476551714?l=slashgot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slashgot.blogspot.com/feeds/3567602334476551714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183542498549899303&amp;postID=3567602334476551714' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183542498549899303/posts/default/3567602334476551714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183542498549899303/posts/default/3567602334476551714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slashgot.blogspot.com/2008/03/lt-col-frank-slade.html' title='Lt. 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Frank Slade'/><author><name>Taran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00571026536644379699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/R7ciY-c1WZI/AAAAAAAAABs/eiKz8gF9Otg/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/R8o0dz6OocI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FXgt-yQaW9s/s72-c/The+Scent+of+a+Woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183542498549899303.post-1176077668702537515</id><published>2008-02-29T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T03:45:29.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMI Music Print Ads</title><content type='html'>Award winning (Cannes 2005) Print Ads from EMI Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/R8e94j6OoaI/AAAAAAAAADA/HGqIJT83Wz4/s1600-h/EMI-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/R8e9dj6OoXI/AAAAAAAAACo/mWB1zCcLjow/s400/EMI-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172311012611629426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/R8e9VD6OoWI/AAAAAAAAACg/NWumGGd1F5I/s1600-h/EMI1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/R8e9VD6OoWI/AAAAAAAAACg/NWumGGd1F5I/s400/EMI1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172310866582741346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://adarena.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ad Arena&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: These ads are posted without any alteration to the originals and obviously are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; my creations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183542498549899303-1176077668702537515?l=slashgot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slashgot.blogspot.com/feeds/1176077668702537515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183542498549899303&amp;postID=1176077668702537515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183542498549899303/posts/default/1176077668702537515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183542498549899303/posts/default/1176077668702537515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slashgot.blogspot.com/2008/02/emi-music-print-ads.html' title='EMI Music Print Ads'/><author><name>Taran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00571026536644379699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/R7ciY-c1WZI/AAAAAAAAABs/eiKz8gF9Otg/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/R8e94j6OoaI/AAAAAAAAADA/HGqIJT83Wz4/s72-c/EMI-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183542498549899303.post-9182786150181865879</id><published>2008-02-27T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T19:00:21.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Body :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/cadaver" style="background: transparent url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/481/759/cadaver.97l3luqv1b.jpg) no-repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 395px; height: 184px; padding-top: 121px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;$4425.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;The Cadaver Calculator - Find out how much your body is worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Pretty cheap I guess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183542498549899303-9182786150181865879?l=slashgot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slashgot.blogspot.com/feeds/9182786150181865879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183542498549899303&amp;postID=9182786150181865879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183542498549899303/posts/default/9182786150181865879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183542498549899303/posts/default/9182786150181865879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slashgot.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-much-is-my-body-worth.html' title='Dead Body :('/><author><name>Taran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00571026536644379699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/R7ciY-c1WZI/AAAAAAAAABs/eiKz8gF9Otg/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183542498549899303.post-6143231874364934284</id><published>2008-02-15T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T01:40:33.588-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Stupid Cupid + LAFS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/R7aQFec1WYI/AAAAAAAAABk/w_auuSTMUbw/s1600-h/vday+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/R7aQFec1WYI/AAAAAAAAABk/w_auuSTMUbw/s320/vday+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167476046201969026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A post for the V Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I'd like to comment on this chubby little naked fellow with a bow and an arrow (&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=cupid"&gt;Cupid&lt;/a&gt;). Whoever created this creature of lust did a pretty poor job. We always wonder why we have to try so hard to ask out that &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=hottie"&gt;hottie&lt;/a&gt;; its just not our fault, its the Greek amateur with the bow and an arrow! Had it been the Arabs we would have had a better chance considering the magical spells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another ridiculous thing is "Love at first sight". The idea is so silly that we should be laughing about it (Abbreviate: LAFS). The simple fact is, its all &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=bullshit"&gt;bulls**t&lt;/a&gt;. The problem is, guys won't admit its about the x-factor and girls won't admit its about the attention. Well if it were not the case then we would not have had &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=blue+pill"&gt;blue pills&lt;/a&gt; (Thank God Neo took the red one!), implants, lip-gloss, mascara (and whatever there is to it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be "Lust at first sight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, its quite debatable. As ironic as it may sound there are some positive aspects to it but the catch is most of it is a fluff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally for those who are involved: enjoy it till it lasts; those who are single: you too enjoy it till it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183542498549899303-6143231874364934284?l=slashgot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slashgot.blogspot.com/feeds/6143231874364934284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183542498549899303&amp;postID=6143231874364934284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183542498549899303/posts/default/6143231874364934284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183542498549899303/posts/default/6143231874364934284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slashgot.blogspot.com/2008/02/stupid-cupid-lafs.html' title='Stupid Cupid + LAFS'/><author><name>Taran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00571026536644379699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/R7ciY-c1WZI/AAAAAAAAABs/eiKz8gF9Otg/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/R7aQFec1WYI/AAAAAAAAABk/w_auuSTMUbw/s72-c/vday+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183542498549899303.post-530052571866285652</id><published>2008-02-04T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T18:11:36.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are from Earth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pretty common and popular phrase nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;sounds quite ridiculous to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the idea of mating interplanetary species is absurd! (even metaphorically) What Mr. Gray (Author of the book) has done here is, he has made the situation even more complicated and eventually made ordinary people use comments like "I think he's from some other planet!" I'm pretty sure before the launch of the book nobody thought of men and women to be from different planets and saying something like somebody is from another planet existed only in the minds of Cosmology students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as a relationships go I'm no veteran but even I've realized that men and women use, and strongly prefer, the same ways of comforting others – listening, sympathizing and giving thoughtful advice. If the inter-planetary theory is applied here, hitting rock bottom is almost inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what I suggest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Men are from Earth, Women are from Earth... just deal with it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Men have testosterone, Women have estrogen. So, there are bound to be differences and complications."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183542498549899303-530052571866285652?l=slashgot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slashgot.blogspot.com/feeds/530052571866285652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183542498549899303&amp;postID=530052571866285652' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183542498549899303/posts/default/530052571866285652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183542498549899303/posts/default/530052571866285652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slashgot.blogspot.com/2008/02/men-are-from-earth.html' title='Men are from Earth...'/><author><name>Taran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00571026536644379699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/R7ciY-c1WZI/AAAAAAAAABs/eiKz8gF9Otg/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183542498549899303.post-7190068199453630447</id><published>2008-01-31T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T05:01:35.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind every successful man...</title><content type='html'>"Behind every successful man there is a woman."&lt;br /&gt;We've all heard this one...&lt;br /&gt;But when I heard it once again the other day it finally clicked, what exactly it means for women to be behind successful men.&lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking that the woman has a role behind the man's success... I'd have to say you're wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not the success of a man she's behind but the successful man. They're always going around with successful men... "Security" is the diplomatic word. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must restate the saying as... "Behind every successful man there are many women."&lt;br /&gt;I guess women are always looking out for successful men. When they find a successful man... they say "behind every........" and take away all the credit. Its like saying... "I know George is a hardworking fellow but what really turned the tables for him was when he started dating Sally."&lt;br /&gt;I have to say... poor George!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183542498549899303-7190068199453630447?l=slashgot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slashgot.blogspot.com/feeds/7190068199453630447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183542498549899303&amp;postID=7190068199453630447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183542498549899303/posts/default/7190068199453630447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183542498549899303/posts/default/7190068199453630447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slashgot.blogspot.com/2008/01/behind-every-successful-man.html' title='Behind every successful man...'/><author><name>Taran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00571026536644379699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/R7ciY-c1WZI/AAAAAAAAABs/eiKz8gF9Otg/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183542498549899303.post-4174123803128429912</id><published>2007-05-12T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T13:04:10.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/RkYctPDAJbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/1XrXcX96UMc/s1600-h/momdaycake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/RkYctPDAJbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/1XrXcX96UMc/s400/momdaycake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063766394483516850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I stumbled upon today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mothers only offer advice on two occasions: when you want it and when you don't..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A mother's love is a better cure than chicken soup, but chicken soup is cheaper.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your mother is the only person that knows more about you than you know about yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any time you are unable to solve a problem, ask your mother. She probably won't know either, but she will fake it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maternal instinct is stronger than any force known except an IRS collection agent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The more you try to stay on your mother's good side the harder it will be to figure out which side this is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The nicer a mother is, the greater the probability that her kids are rotten.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you can't remember whether or not you called your mother, you didn't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The motherly advice you ignore will always turn out to be the best advice she ever gave you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you forget, mom will remind you of all your mistakes so you don't repeat them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anything you do can be criticized by your mother - even doing nothing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never criticize your mother's cooking if you expect to get any more of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you think you have any secrets from your mother, remember who has changed your diapers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can't "out mother" your mother. Don't even try.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never lie to your mother. And if you do, never think you got away with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The harder you try to hide something from your mother, the more she resembles a webcam.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The older you are, the more you feel like a child around your mother.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All mother's have a "How To" manual. That's because they wrote the book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mother's way is best. If you don't believe it, ask her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything is a good idea till you mother finds out and tells you why it isn't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One mother is company, two is a psychic reading, three is a hen party, four is a bridge club.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you don't have time to study the drivers' manual, drive your mother somewhere and get a quick refresher course.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mothers always "know." We don't know how - they just do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Some more &lt;a href="http://www.murphys-laws.com/murphy/murphy-Mothers.htm"&gt;Mother's Laws&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of Mother's laws, let your mom know how special she is to you.&lt;br /&gt;Once again Happy Mother's Day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183542498549899303-4174123803128429912?l=slashgot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slashgot.blogspot.com/feeds/4174123803128429912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183542498549899303&amp;postID=4174123803128429912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183542498549899303/posts/default/4174123803128429912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183542498549899303/posts/default/4174123803128429912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slashgot.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Taran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00571026536644379699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/R7ciY-c1WZI/AAAAAAAAABs/eiKz8gF9Otg/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/RkYctPDAJbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/1XrXcX96UMc/s72-c/momdaycake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183542498549899303.post-1491529479767541849</id><published>2007-03-28T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T06:42:15.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cricket'/><title type='text'>Cricket + Indians + Marketers</title><content type='html'>I myself am not a Cricket enthusiast but I couldn't resist myself from writing a few words on India's early exit from the Cricket World Cup 2007 (or I should say the unnecessary drama attached with Indian Cricket).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be normal if every kid in India thinks of becoming a cricketer one day but I doubt how many of them want to be cricketers because they actually 'love' the game. Its more because of the perks  a player gets while he is playing for the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an average a player is doing more advertisements than playing matches. They are everywhere. Most of the daily use products are endorsed by one or other cricketer, the reason is that Indians are so much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emotionally&lt;/span&gt; attached to the game that its hard for any marketing team to neglect the possibility of boosting their sales by relating their product to cricket. Be it shoes, Television, Cars, Telecom sector or the cold drinks, every other thing is endorsed by a cricketer. It is evident that Indian Cricket team is doing better in advertising industry than on the Cricket field. A sports channel paid $1.1bn to buy the rights for international cricket telecast   and they are banking on Indian viewers to recover 80% of the massive amount spent. After all Cricket is one thing that always sells in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertisers suffered a loss of around Rs. 3.5 billion (81.3 million USD) after India's early exit. The sponsorship money lost is around 300 million USD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Thats a lot of money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all this is because we are so much into the game.  Here are some examples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. During the Indian team's departure to the Caribbean people worshiped the players' posters and after India's early exit the same people were protesting against the players, setting their posters on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There was a news that 3 people died off heart-attack after India's defeat against Sri Lanka in the World Cup(although there was no authentication that it was because of the cricket match).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Fans sent &lt;a href="http://economictimes.indiatimes.com/Opinion/Letters_to_Editor/Ban_cricket/articleshow/1812055.cms"&gt;mails &lt;/a&gt;to editor of  The Economic Times about banning cricket on media, showing their disappointment towards the downfall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting to see fans' reactions to a match where someone scores a century to sail India to victory  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catch is that Indians will always find a way to relate themselves to Cricket and marketers will continue to exploit this trait to make big bucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183542498549899303-1491529479767541849?l=slashgot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slashgot.blogspot.com/feeds/1491529479767541849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183542498549899303&amp;postID=1491529479767541849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183542498549899303/posts/default/1491529479767541849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183542498549899303/posts/default/1491529479767541849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slashgot.blogspot.com/2007/03/cricket-indians-marketers.html' title='Cricket + Indians + Marketers'/><author><name>Taran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00571026536644379699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/R7ciY-c1WZI/AAAAAAAAABs/eiKz8gF9Otg/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183542498549899303.post-8823471614420519246</id><published>2007-03-25T02:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T02:38:57.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>This is a test blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/183542498549899303-8823471614420519246?l=slashgot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slashgot.blogspot.com/feeds/8823471614420519246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=183542498549899303&amp;postID=8823471614420519246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183542498549899303/posts/default/8823471614420519246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/183542498549899303/posts/default/8823471614420519246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slashgot.blogspot.com/2007/03/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>Taran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00571026536644379699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__ibWQqNVIYY/R7ciY-c1WZI/AAAAAAAAABs/eiKz8gF9Otg/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
