<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884160691211490284</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 30 Aug 2024 08:02:59 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>What I write, What I don&#39;t write..</title><description>Disclaimer: There is nothing especially new or original or interesting about this blog. It&#39;s existence is quite meaningless that way. Infact, if it had an auto-destruct button, it would have pressed it long ago.</description><link>http://whatiwritewhatidontwrite.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (kboo)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884160691211490284.post-3274395569033693855</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Nov 2010 13:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-15T19:24:18.443+05:30</atom:updated><title>Facebook, mom and me</title><atom:summary type="text">Again based on a true story



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</atom:summary><link>http://whatiwritewhatidontwrite.blogspot.com/2010/11/facebook-mom-and-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kboo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5L1cSGm9WEUeY8Jj6kq_g_xAiekE-DQLjnGzlsQmikGUhPqTz1yYht_lM7xZUvVL7_3ClJFbIUxlf6DRNLs4lq48Bwm58i8W1ZDnLdC4hULumx3BMEPsZQWdWvsg2plU0dmQbjVoPhdc/s72-c/Mom+and+FB.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884160691211490284.post-6803657621561678824</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Sep 2010 11:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-15T19:31:08.239+05:30</atom:updated><title>Based on a true story.</title><atom:summary type="text">Supposed to be comic strip I made a while back. Supposed to be funny. May not be.





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</atom:summary><link>http://whatiwritewhatidontwrite.blogspot.com/2010/09/based-on-true-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kboo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_3GFJFOExRwL08t_X04H-3UN96AxnIpm-TTga_bYfVuA7EB9YgXeMAGamv5gMs8mct9ux0bXKGV-oV5OJDu_lKuHGqf9QCsmSqsgDCxpJHYqTTyySi7PcBzhNPpa6O1nfaYc7LUXpg8/s72-c/comic+strip.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884160691211490284.post-8072131602991825336</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 07:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-15T19:31:08.239+05:30</atom:updated><title>I dream of astronaut..</title><atom:summary type="text">This is actually a dream I had, which I have storyboard-ed. I would like to make a short 5 second animation with it someday.


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The bit after he has landed should go very fast.. like he should drown in about 1 second.</atom:summary><link>http://whatiwritewhatidontwrite.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dream-of-astronaut.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kboo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQnwZjTMtvDPETGSZ0ixiXumOlyW9KXj38XgcWBwHl4ZddhSZP5lzIDRLOijHIb5Q-Wey33D5Ea4ScUB-R1zhkiEK2ES7rCoQwZ1pba-eJi_WawAPCE8Rtwbk7kHwDiD5-Qx2ERvpKm7M/s72-c/dream.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884160691211490284.post-8975018082045608464</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 05:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-15T19:31:08.240+05:30</atom:updated><title>An experiment in Linklater</title><atom:summary type="text">This is an experimental conversational script-ish excerpt. I might update it or not.Coffee and ChocolateINT. 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I never offered prayers for Obama&#39;s election (not that I offer prayers otherwise.. I don&#39;t have anybody to offer prayers to.. point is I didn&#39;t think of him much.) I only </atom:summary><link>http://whatiwritewhatidontwrite.blogspot.com/2009/07/politically-correct-and-correct.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kboo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1884160691211490284.post-4316851139404933033</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 06:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-15T19:31:12.731+05:30</atom:updated><title>How very taxing</title><atom:summary type="text">My limited understanding of the budget makes me think of taxes and thinking of taxes makes me not want to pay them. Which is why a conversation that I had in Amsterdam has stayed with me for so long. Our host had said that she didn&#39;t mind paying taxes, and if I remember correctly, about 70%  of her income at that. 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