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But these days any halfway intelligent person needs to have some kind of plan, and as I’ve &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~4/SuOdKtRCvgk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/feeds/109425218848682233/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2013/04/my-zombie-apocalypse-plan.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/109425218848682233?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/109425218848682233?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~3/SuOdKtRCvgk/my-zombie-apocalypse-plan.html" title="My Zombie Apocalypse Plan" /><author><name>Graham Parke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247474935088701286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bp-h_O65lSM/THur_zcCr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2XvcsM4L24/S220/3234105.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FQLgV9Blnk/SLilZ0NeptI/AAAAAAAAABw/7iHW64dxYzw/s72-c/BurkhalterZombieDrawing.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2013/04/my-zombie-apocalypse-plan.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIASXkzeip7ImA9WhNaF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069442102948168468.post-5794175627572913294</id><published>2013-02-01T04:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2013-02-01T04:12:28.782-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-01T04:12:28.782-06:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">Do I wish that everyday were a Friday? 

Probably not, then I'd have to work every day of my life. Fridays are defined by their Saturdays and Sundays, so an endless repeating stream of Fri/Sa/Sun, then? Nah, Fridays would take on a Monday like quality, and I don't want to give up my Friday feeling. Optimal week plan? Monday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and repeat.

This also significantly increases&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~4/Qqkv3Lpm8Ew" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/feeds/5794175627572913294/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2013/02/do-i-wish-that-everyday-were-friday.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/5794175627572913294?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/5794175627572913294?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~3/Qqkv3Lpm8Ew/do-i-wish-that-everyday-were-friday.html" title="" /><author><name>Graham Parke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247474935088701286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bp-h_O65lSM/THur_zcCr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2XvcsM4L24/S220/3234105.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2013/02/do-i-wish-that-everyday-were-friday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MMR3k9fSp7ImA9WhNREU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069442102948168468.post-5173013547682441290</id><published>2012-11-05T08:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-11-05T08:24:46.765-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-11-05T08:24:46.765-06:00</app:edited><title>Leverage on Victorian Era Love</title><summary type="html">
Leverage on Victorian Era Love:

How did people survive in Victorian times?

He tries to imagine writing out a letter long hand with a quill. Perhaps running out of ink and having to wait till Monday to buy more. Then finishing the letter, sealing it, and riding off to some kind of post office in the next town over. Waiting in line. Paying up and trying not to scream when he finds out the last &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~4/4ghSP465sMU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/feeds/5173013547682441290/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2012/11/leverage-on-victorian-era-love-how-did.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/5173013547682441290?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/5173013547682441290?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~3/4ghSP465sMU/leverage-on-victorian-era-love-how-did.html" title="Leverage on Victorian Era Love" /><author><name>Graham Parke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247474935088701286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bp-h_O65lSM/THur_zcCr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2XvcsM4L24/S220/3234105.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2012/11/leverage-on-victorian-era-love-how-did.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcEQ3s8eip7ImA9WhNSEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069442102948168468.post-7521229062099503336</id><published>2012-10-25T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-10-25T15:30:02.572-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-10-25T15:30:02.572-05:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">
If not for the book, watch this one for the hair!



&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~4/rOeRGBQC3tM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/feeds/7521229062099503336/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2012/10/blog-post.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/7521229062099503336?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/7521229062099503336?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~3/rOeRGBQC3tM/blog-post.html" title="" /><author><name>Graham Parke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247474935088701286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bp-h_O65lSM/THur_zcCr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2XvcsM4L24/S220/3234105.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/N1-3cZREEvc/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2012/10/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcGQng-fCp7ImA9WhJaFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069442102948168468.post-3060804359330731178</id><published>2012-10-05T17:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-10-05T17:43:43.654-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-10-05T17:43:43.654-05:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">Don't worry, calm down, it's almost Monday... 
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~4/EV5cfPQrshQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/feeds/3060804359330731178/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2012/10/dont-worry-calm-down-its-almost-monday.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/3060804359330731178?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/3060804359330731178?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~3/EV5cfPQrshQ/dont-worry-calm-down-its-almost-monday.html" title="" /><author><name>Graham Parke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247474935088701286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bp-h_O65lSM/THur_zcCr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2XvcsM4L24/S220/3234105.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2012/10/dont-worry-calm-down-its-almost-monday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIFQX48fyp7ImA9WhJaEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069442102948168468.post-3501440900270075470</id><published>2012-10-02T09:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-10-02T09:18:30.077-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-10-02T09:18:30.077-05:00</app:edited><title>This thing about shoes – a male perspective</title><summary type="html">
I believe that there is a strong possibility that women have a secret mission. Subconsciously, at least, they feel the need to obtain a single pair of shoes for each day of the year. They may not be aware of this themselves, but ask any woman who owns less than 365 pairs of shoes whether she has enough shoes, and you’ll have your answer. 
At least for that year.

But why is this? Ask any man to &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~4/cFGf2omwVSE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/feeds/3501440900270075470/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2012/10/this-thing-about-shoes-male-perspective.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/3501440900270075470?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/3501440900270075470?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~3/cFGf2omwVSE/this-thing-about-shoes-male-perspective.html" title="This thing about shoes – a male perspective" /><author><name>Graham Parke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247474935088701286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bp-h_O65lSM/THur_zcCr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2XvcsM4L24/S220/3234105.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2012/10/this-thing-about-shoes-male-perspective.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4EQHc8fyp7ImA9WhJbEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069442102948168468.post-4011880593547113045</id><published>2012-09-20T03:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-09-20T03:48:21.977-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-09-20T03:48:21.977-05:00</app:edited><title>This Week's Questions</title><summary type="html">
So far, being alive is probably one of the most complicated things I’ve attempted. In fact, all the other complicated things seem to stem directly from it. Even today, many years after my (alleged) birth, strange and worrying questions keep arising. Here is the list of things I could use some help with this week. If you have any answers for me, just jut them down in the comments below: 

- Ever &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~4/s44nb99GTcE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/feeds/4011880593547113045/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2012/09/this-weeks-questions.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/4011880593547113045?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/4011880593547113045?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~3/s44nb99GTcE/this-weeks-questions.html" title="This Week's Questions" /><author><name>Graham Parke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247474935088701286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bp-h_O65lSM/THur_zcCr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2XvcsM4L24/S220/3234105.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2012/09/this-weeks-questions.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcHRHc-eSp7ImA9WhJUEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069442102948168468.post-3035346202672045912</id><published>2012-09-10T06:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-09-10T06:20:35.951-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-09-10T06:20:35.951-05:00</app:edited><title>Free sequel to No Hope for Gomez!</title><summary type="html">





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Simply forward your receipt to nohopeforgomez@gmail.com to register for your free copy.

Unspent Time&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~4/o-ihTY4c3Vs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/feeds/3035346202672045912/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2012/09/free-sequel-to-no-hope-for-gomez.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/3035346202672045912?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/3035346202672045912?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~3/o-ihTY4c3Vs/free-sequel-to-no-hope-for-gomez.html" title="Free sequel to No Hope for Gomez!" /><author><name>Graham Parke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247474935088701286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bp-h_O65lSM/THur_zcCr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2XvcsM4L24/S220/3234105.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2012/09/free-sequel-to-no-hope-for-gomez.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUCRno5eip7ImA9WhRTE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069442102948168468.post-5317937982150990052</id><published>2011-11-04T03:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T03:11:07.422-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-04T03:11:07.422-05:00</app:edited><title>The thing that makes people interesting...</title><summary type="html">It is not uncommon for writers such as myself to have a keenly developed interest in their fellow man. To be able to spend hours just looking at people, listening to them, finding out all the interesting little synchronicities and ambiguities that make them them. 

      It’s all precious information to the writer brain. From the way people carry themselves, to their wardrobe of choice, to their &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~4/P_N05GXkxAw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/feeds/5317937982150990052/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/11/thing-that-makes-people-interesting.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/5317937982150990052?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/5317937982150990052?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~3/P_N05GXkxAw/thing-that-makes-people-interesting.html" title="The thing that makes people interesting..." /><author><name>Graham Parke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247474935088701286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bp-h_O65lSM/THur_zcCr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2XvcsM4L24/S220/3234105.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/11/thing-that-makes-people-interesting.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYFQnY7eSp7ImA9WhdUFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069442102948168468.post-4239847185922757429</id><published>2011-09-30T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T14:48:33.801-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-30T14:48:33.801-05:00</app:edited><title>Goki Feng Ho, the second part of my Journey...</title><summary type="html">My own spiritual journey with Goki Feng Hoo, the ancient Chinese art of decoding car license plates, started when I spotted the following plate on a French car as it passed me when I was vacationing in Alsace: 154–GP–657. All beginnings are said to be humble and you are sure to be underwhelmed by this revelation. This particular plate is so obvious, so straight forward, that it’d take a very &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~4/ONSaztHiSO0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/feeds/4239847185922757429/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/09/goki-feng-ho-second-part-of-my-journey.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/4239847185922757429?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/4239847185922757429?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~3/ONSaztHiSO0/goki-feng-ho-second-part-of-my-journey.html" title="Goki Feng Ho, the second part of my Journey..." /><author><name>Graham Parke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247474935088701286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bp-h_O65lSM/THur_zcCr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2XvcsM4L24/S220/3234105.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/09/goki-feng-ho-second-part-of-my-journey.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQFRX8-fSp7ImA9WhdVF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069442102948168468.post-1827188863226112165</id><published>2011-09-23T03:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T07:51:54.155-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-23T07:51:54.155-05:00</app:edited><title>Mystics predict future accurately?</title><summary type="html">I’ve recently become a master in Goki Feng Ho, the ancient Chinese art of decoding license plates. It has, you can imagine, changed my life dramatically and for the better.


Like most practitioners, I’ve always had this suspicion that there’s more to life. That we can’t be mere random collections of molecules with no higher purpose than figuring out how not to soil ourselves while we keep our &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~4/ZR-5IYp3tRQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/feeds/1827188863226112165/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/09/mystic-predictsfuture-accurately.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/1827188863226112165?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/1827188863226112165?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~3/ZR-5IYp3tRQ/mystic-predictsfuture-accurately.html" title="Mystics predict future accurately?" /><author><name>Graham Parke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247474935088701286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bp-h_O65lSM/THur_zcCr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2XvcsM4L24/S220/3234105.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/09/mystic-predictsfuture-accurately.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQNSXc8fSp7ImA9WhdXF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069442102948168468.post-7212616420613746069</id><published>2011-08-31T02:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T02:56:38.975-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-31T02:56:38.975-05:00</app:edited><title>Free book from Winner of Forewords Books of the Year.</title><summary type="html">As "No Hope for Gomez!" has just won the Book of the Year award, I thought it would be nice to celebrate by giving away a free sequel to anyone who can bother to download it ;) 



Things start to spiral out of control for Gomez when he tries to win back his ex-girlfriend during a very strange New Year's Eve party.

Clinical studies have shown that reading the "Random Acts of Senseless Kindness" &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~4/NX29vKcYC4E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/feeds/7212616420613746069/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/08/random-acts-of-senseless-kindness-free.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/7212616420613746069?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/7212616420613746069?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~3/NX29vKcYC4E/random-acts-of-senseless-kindness-free.html" title="Free book from Winner of Forewords Books of the Year." /><author><name>Graham Parke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247474935088701286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bp-h_O65lSM/THur_zcCr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2XvcsM4L24/S220/3234105.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/08/random-acts-of-senseless-kindness-free.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8CQHc5fCp7ImA9WhdSEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069442102948168468.post-5743451341476710507</id><published>2011-07-19T08:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T08:07:41.924-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-19T08:07:41.924-05:00</app:edited><title>Journey</title><summary type="html">Looking into my past lives. Am convinced some of these still owe me money.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~4/abKoSNCQYAg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/feeds/5743451341476710507/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/07/journey.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/5743451341476710507?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/5743451341476710507?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~3/abKoSNCQYAg/journey.html" title="Journey" /><author><name>Graham Parke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247474935088701286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bp-h_O65lSM/THur_zcCr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2XvcsM4L24/S220/3234105.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/07/journey.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04NQXY5eip7ImA9WhdTFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069442102948168468.post-5206401802618322546</id><published>2011-07-13T07:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T07:26:30.822-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-13T07:26:30.822-05:00</app:edited><title>Summer of Gomez Winners Announced</title><summary type="html">"Every once in a while you come across a novel so fresh and new it reacquaints you with feelings of childhood wonder. The novel my neighbor, Warren, wrote was my first example of the exact opposite of this." 
-- Gomez in 'No Hope for Gomez!'

Blogger Kindle Winner:
Serena from SavvyVerseandWit.com

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Limited edition &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~4/d5qjQQhRPPk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/feeds/5206401802618322546/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-of-gomez-winners-announced.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/5206401802618322546?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/5206401802618322546?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~3/d5qjQQhRPPk/summer-of-gomez-winners-announced.html" title="Summer of Gomez Winners Announced" /><author><name>Graham Parke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247474935088701286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bp-h_O65lSM/THur_zcCr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2XvcsM4L24/S220/3234105.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-of-gomez-winners-announced.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IFSH8_fSp7ImA9WhZaFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069442102948168468.post-3105168789869655107</id><published>2011-06-30T02:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T02:38:39.145-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-30T02:38:39.145-05:00</app:edited><title>Yet another cover-up at mysterious crash site!</title><summary type="html"> 

I have recently uncovered the last taped conversation of ace reporter Kent Worthington. According to my calculations, it was made a day before his mysterious disappearance, and I dare say it contains some vital clues… 
(Some names may have been changed to protect my innocence)



Kent: Colonel, what can you say about the reports of an object coming down over the Boswell fields?

Colonel: It &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~4/utp1aptNCfM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/feeds/3105168789869655107/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/06/yet-another-cover-up-at-mysterious.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/3105168789869655107?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/3105168789869655107?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~3/utp1aptNCfM/yet-another-cover-up-at-mysterious.html" title="Yet another cover-up at mysterious crash site!" /><author><name>Graham Parke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247474935088701286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bp-h_O65lSM/THur_zcCr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2XvcsM4L24/S220/3234105.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/06/yet-another-cover-up-at-mysterious.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EBRnYyfip7ImA9WhZVEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069442102948168468.post-3595510050970866606</id><published>2011-05-23T15:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T15:14:17.896-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-23T15:14:17.896-05:00</app:edited><title>Curious Case of Mr. Miller</title><summary type="html"> Blog entry: Saturday. Decided to do a little detective work and find out what made one of my fellow drug trial participants pass out. Headed over to the hospital and queued up at the front desk to ask if there were any visitor’s hours that day.
“Sure,” the nurse told me. “Who did you want to see?”
“A Mr. Miller. Mr. Joseph Miller. He was brought in two days ago.”
The nurse consulted her computer&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~4/7Iyq4z_TocY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/feeds/3595510050970866606/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/05/curious-case-of-mr-miller.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/3595510050970866606?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/3595510050970866606?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~3/7Iyq4z_TocY/curious-case-of-mr-miller.html" title="Curious Case of Mr. Miller" /><author><name>Graham Parke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247474935088701286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bp-h_O65lSM/THur_zcCr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2XvcsM4L24/S220/3234105.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/05/curious-case-of-mr-miller.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcMSX85fSp7ImA9WhZWFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069442102948168468.post-1090871785459311149</id><published>2011-05-15T03:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T03:28:08.125-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-15T03:28:08.125-05:00</app:edited><title>Is it like listening to you talk?</title><summary type="html">As you probably know, to become an internationally best-selling author, you need to sell three books. This is not an easy task, but once you’ve managed to rack up these three sales, the rest is more or less a done deal.

Now, these sales themselves will not put you on the best-seller lists. They won’t even put you within a million spots of the bottom of the lists, but what they will do, and what &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~4/jFaizpvywvo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/feeds/1090871785459311149/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/05/is-it-like-listening-to-you-talk.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/1090871785459311149?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/1090871785459311149?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~3/jFaizpvywvo/is-it-like-listening-to-you-talk.html" title="Is it like listening to you talk?" /><author><name>Graham Parke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247474935088701286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bp-h_O65lSM/THur_zcCr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2XvcsM4L24/S220/3234105.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/05/is-it-like-listening-to-you-talk.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4NR3w7cSp7ImA9WhZWFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069442102948168468.post-8105690388096259949</id><published>2011-05-09T07:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T06:23:16.209-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-16T06:23:16.209-05:00</app:edited><title>The Summer of Gomez</title><summary type="html">It's the Summer of Gomez!Get free books and win a Kindle or iPod.

As reviewers have been calling “No Hope for Gomez!” the perfect summer read - light, fast, fun - I decided to give this summer's Gomez readers some exclusive content and the chance to win prizes.

About No Hope for Gomez!

It's the age-old tale:

 -   Boy meets girl.
 -   Boy stalks girl.
 -   Girl already has a stalker.
 -   Boy &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~4/s20klFA97XQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/feeds/8105690388096259949/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/05/summer-of-gomez.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/8105690388096259949?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/8105690388096259949?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~3/s20klFA97XQ/summer-of-gomez.html" title="The Summer of Gomez" /><author><name>Graham Parke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247474935088701286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bp-h_O65lSM/THur_zcCr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2XvcsM4L24/S220/3234105.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/05/summer-of-gomez.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AHRXY4fip7ImA9WhZQFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069442102948168468.post-362224451248278220</id><published>2011-04-21T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T14:48:54.836-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-22T14:48:54.836-05:00</app:edited><title>The Dorkiness Equation -- PartII</title><summary type="html">Read part I first.



I understand if at this point you are in awe of me. If you have trouble believing anyone could be this insightful. And that’s fine. That’s natural at such life changing moments. But, really, I cannot take full credit. I happened to witness an event early in my professional career that gave me a vital clue to the puzzle. Without it I would not have figured this out. I had &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~4/kg9N68iYQ80" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/feeds/362224451248278220/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/04/dorkiness-equation-partii-read-part-i.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/362224451248278220?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/362224451248278220?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~3/kg9N68iYQ80/dorkiness-equation-partii-read-part-i.html" title="The Dorkiness Equation -- PartII" /><author><name>Graham Parke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247474935088701286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bp-h_O65lSM/THur_zcCr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2XvcsM4L24/S220/3234105.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/04/dorkiness-equation-partii-read-part-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMNRXY9cSp7ImA9WhZRGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069442102948168468.post-4493251306724282375</id><published>2011-04-15T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T08:18:14.869-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-15T08:18:14.869-05:00</app:edited><title>The Dorkiness Equation.</title><summary type="html">I’ve finally figured out why we laugh at someone when they do something dorky. When they almost trip, when they stub their toe, when they stack a number of paper cups, only to find that the bottom cup wasn’t quite empty.

For years I assumed it was some kind of mean streak we have tucked away deep inside our subconscious. We might think we’re nice people, ready to lend a helping hand, ready with &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~4/RvXbSrvGNLQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/feeds/4493251306724282375/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/04/dorkiness-equation.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/4493251306724282375?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/4493251306724282375?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~3/RvXbSrvGNLQ/dorkiness-equation.html" title="The Dorkiness Equation." /><author><name>Graham Parke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247474935088701286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bp-h_O65lSM/THur_zcCr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2XvcsM4L24/S220/3234105.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/04/dorkiness-equation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ACSH0zeSp7ImA9Wx9aF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069442102948168468.post-5573182393015544399</id><published>2011-03-10T11:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T11:56:09.381-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-10T11:56:09.381-06:00</app:edited><title>How to make less money, Fast!</title><summary type="html">

More and more readers are threatening to buy my weird little novel ‘No Hope for Gomez!’ and in the process make me disgustingly rich and popular. As I always hated the popular kids in school, and I have a profound distrust of the rich, I’ve obviously been working hard at staying piss-poor and disgruntled. So far, so good. I’m very disgruntled and, better yet, I’ve found another way of making &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~4/1Hf29LmiGAQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/feeds/5573182393015544399/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-to-make-less-money-fast.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/5573182393015544399?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/5573182393015544399?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~3/1Hf29LmiGAQ/how-to-make-less-money-fast.html" title="How to make less money, Fast!" /><author><name>Graham Parke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247474935088701286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bp-h_O65lSM/THur_zcCr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2XvcsM4L24/S220/3234105.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-to-make-less-money-fast.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMERXk5eSp7ImA9Wx9UGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069442102948168468.post-6796645694185465096</id><published>2011-02-17T12:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T12:13:24.721-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-17T12:13:24.721-06:00</app:edited><title>15  year old Chat discovered...</title><summary type="html">  
The following mysterious chat was found buried in a temp folder on a defunct server. It is presented here in the hope that someone might be able to shed some light on this.


Internet chat started at: 17:05
Instant messages are being archived on this computer

Graham: Mr. Porter, I hope you remember me. I bought a rather expensive chest of drawers in your antiques store last week.

Gomez: That&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~4/x0HrcW5yyyg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/feeds/6796645694185465096/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/02/15-year-old-chat-discovered.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/6796645694185465096?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/6796645694185465096?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~3/x0HrcW5yyyg/15-year-old-chat-discovered.html" title="15  year old Chat discovered..." /><author><name>Graham Parke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247474935088701286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bp-h_O65lSM/THur_zcCr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2XvcsM4L24/S220/3234105.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/02/15-year-old-chat-discovered.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4MQXY6eip7ImA9Wx9UEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069442102948168468.post-724440725842470543</id><published>2011-02-07T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T10:43:00.812-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-07T10:43:00.812-06:00</app:edited><title>Win a copy of No Hope for Gomez!</title><summary type="html"> 

 

 

It's the age old tale:
Boy meets girl. 
Boy stalks girl. 
Girl already has a stalker. 
Boy becomes her stalker-stalker.
  
Learn how this works out for him in "No Hope for Gomez!"   

As a mildly interesting coincidence, you can actually win a copy of this book by becoming an email-follower of this blog. Or, if you are one of the bright, heroic people already following, then just jot &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~4/ffjgiKscvz4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/feeds/724440725842470543/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/02/win-copy-of-no-hope-for-gomez.html#comment-form" title="28 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/724440725842470543?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/724440725842470543?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~3/ffjgiKscvz4/win-copy-of-no-hope-for-gomez.html" title="Win a copy of No Hope for Gomez!" /><author><name>Graham Parke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247474935088701286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bp-h_O65lSM/THur_zcCr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2XvcsM4L24/S220/3234105.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7d2WIW1Aps/TNlXDzif-AI/AAAAAAAAFwg/4CvzuPM2giQ/s72-c/follower+love.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>28</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/02/win-copy-of-no-hope-for-gomez.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkANRX0zfyp7ImA9Wx9VGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069442102948168468.post-3146530221282794492</id><published>2011-02-02T08:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:33:14.387-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-04T01:33:14.387-06:00</app:edited><title>Wedding or Funeral?</title><summary type="html">There is nothing more cool than making fun of the innocent, and there is no-one more innocent than me. (Ok, so neither statement is actually true, sue me.) So why not make fun of myself? This is what I thought when I came across a facebook picture taken of me at a wedding I attended last month. 

This was one of those deals where someone catches you unawares and immortalizes an expression you &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~4/DstZXclpPsI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/feeds/3146530221282794492/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/02/wedding-or-funeral-guess-picture-and.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/3146530221282794492?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/3146530221282794492?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~3/DstZXclpPsI/wedding-or-funeral-guess-picture-and.html" title="Wedding or Funeral?" /><author><name>Graham Parke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247474935088701286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bp-h_O65lSM/THur_zcCr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2XvcsM4L24/S220/3234105.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/02/wedding-or-funeral-guess-picture-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IER3oyfCp7ImA9Wx9WE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069442102948168468.post-5604774185283330410</id><published>2011-01-18T15:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T15:18:26.494-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-18T15:18:26.494-06:00</app:edited><title>Why the first cut is the deepest…</title><summary type="html">I was attacked by my hairdresser. I was butchered and left for dead. It taught me a very valuable lesson: don’t insult your hairdresser. Ever. No matter how rude and obnoxious she is. Unless you are fully prepared to throw off the gown and walk out the door, you'll have to grin and bear it. I pissed my hairdresser off and paid a terrible price.

Here's what happened. I was a bit annoyed because &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~4/ci05rXqs6WY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/feeds/5604774185283330410/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-first-cut-is-deepest.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/5604774185283330410?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069442102948168468/posts/default/5604774185283330410?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Tqodo/~3/ci05rXqs6WY/why-first-cut-is-deepest.html" title="Why the first cut is the deepest…" /><author><name>Graham Parke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247474935088701286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bp-h_O65lSM/THur_zcCr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/i2XvcsM4L24/S220/3234105.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://grahamparke.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-first-cut-is-deepest.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
