<?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:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570488958081551610</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 01:55:04 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>"Yes, I'm Albert Potato".</title><description>Rants, ramblings, things found, sanity lost... never taking anything seriously</description><link>http://carloslepew.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Carlos F)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570488958081551610.post-3961731431754395333</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 01:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T01:55:04.334Z</atom:updated><title>Local news</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3496/3979055166_e76cb8517a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 470px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3496/3979055166_e76cb8517a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570488958081551610-3961731431754395333?l=carloslepew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://carloslepew.blogspot.com/2009/11/local-news.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlos F)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570488958081551610.post-3895265345398857745</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 01:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T01:53:30.927Z</atom:updated><title>Shadow Scissors</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2529/4017151326_a1790e83fe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2529/4017151326_a1790e83fe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570488958081551610-3895265345398857745?l=carloslepew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://carloslepew.blogspot.com/2009/11/shadow-scissors.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlos F)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570488958081551610.post-5031525773133543685</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 01:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T01:49:50.011Z</atom:updated><title>XXL London</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img121.yfrog.com/img121/5228/uvf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 525px;" src="http://img121.yfrog.com/img121/5228/uvf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570488958081551610-5031525773133543685?l=carloslepew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://carloslepew.blogspot.com/2009/11/xxl-london.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlos F)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570488958081551610.post-4720857938793869366</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 01:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-11T02:05:53.043+01:00</atom:updated><title>My creepiest picture to date</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3547/3414525533_ff8c88e5d7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3547/3414525533_ff8c88e5d7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570488958081551610-4720857938793869366?l=carloslepew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://carloslepew.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-creepiest-picture-to-date.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlos F)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570488958081551610.post-8818649299013017253</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 01:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-11T02:04:15.796+01:00</atom:updated><title>2.0</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hahastop.com/pictures/Geek898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 553px;" src="http://www.hahastop.com/pictures/Geek898.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570488958081551610-8818649299013017253?l=carloslepew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://carloslepew.blogspot.com/2009/06/20.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlos F)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570488958081551610.post-861978717688010405</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 00:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-11T01:56:42.349+01:00</atom:updated><title>Big mouth strikes again</title><description>At a meeting with my bosses, I said "This is our Nuremberg, we were just following orders".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The german/austrian lawyer wasn't that amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I win at life once again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570488958081551610-861978717688010405?l=carloslepew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://carloslepew.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-mouth-strikes-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlos F)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570488958081551610.post-93041312358735564</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 14:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-28T15:13:05.867+01:00</atom:updated><title>Bank holiday photography</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3124/3561972275_4e79f7358e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 248px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3124/3561972275_4e79f7358e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3333/3562788682_b49717e30a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 424px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3333/3562788682_b49717e30a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3338/3562793088_62f1f13af9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 281px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3338/3562793088_62f1f13af9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2484/3561985793_b4416e6e71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 279px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2484/3561985793_b4416e6e71.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hastings.... what a shithole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570488958081551610-93041312358735564?l=carloslepew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://carloslepew.blogspot.com/2009/05/bank-holiday-photography.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlos F)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570488958081551610.post-6318143850098330609</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-28T15:04:49.683+01:00</atom:updated><title>North London Warning</title><description>Dear North Londoners:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remain indoors on the morning of the saturday between 11:00 and 13:00, it truly is for your own good, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those hours I will be taking an archery class. Remember, it's me we are talking about, a man able to pretty much knock himself out just by trying to get up from a chair.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that more than a stylish Legolas, Green Arrow or Errol Flynn type my adventures with bow and arrow will be reminiscent of something out of Monty Python and the Holy Grail meets the Darwin Awards, via Mr. Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for your safety, please stay indoors and hide under the bed, it will only be a couple of hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570488958081551610-6318143850098330609?l=carloslepew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://carloslepew.blogspot.com/2009/05/north-london-warning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlos F)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570488958081551610.post-3976535143796390656</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2008 23:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-28T00:45:41.271+01:00</atom:updated><title>Spongebob suicidepants</title><description>Spongebob suicide watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 62:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still hasn't jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3084/2803783858_e55363cf06.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3011/2802937403_bb9ecd75d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570488958081551610-3976535143796390656?l=carloslepew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://carloslepew.blogspot.com/2008/08/spongebob-suicidepants.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlos F)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570488958081551610.post-934632563289181283</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 01:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-25T02:42:14.214+01:00</atom:updated><title>I can't believe the news today...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3186/2793865556_d67ec08d89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3186/2793865556_d67ec08d89.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this pic on my way home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570488958081551610-934632563289181283?l=carloslepew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://carloslepew.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-cant-believe-news-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlos F)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570488958081551610.post-442438346671801832</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 19:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-16T20:06:24.765+01:00</atom:updated><title>"that"</title><description>Right now on telly eat Loaf won't stop yelling that he will do anything for love, but he won't do "that". For more than a decade people all around the world have been wondering what the hell is "that", what can be so terrible that it's a deal breaker for a hopeless romantic like Meat Loaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many years of research, millions of dollars and trips around the word to meet and interview experts I've come up with the 3 more plausible options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anal Sex (Meat's load is exit only)&lt;br /&gt;- The bad kind of threesome (Meat, the girl and another dude)&lt;br /&gt;- Become a vegan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe one they will know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570488958081551610-442438346671801832?l=carloslepew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://carloslepew.blogspot.com/2008/08/that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlos F)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570488958081551610.post-7663329132849242765</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 10:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-05T11:49:33.359+01:00</atom:updated><title>JUMP!!</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nFnhuqNq6oM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nFnhuqNq6oM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570488958081551610-7663329132849242765?l=carloslepew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://carloslepew.blogspot.com/2008/08/jump.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlos F)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570488958081551610.post-9098265213908739221</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2008 17:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-20T18:34:56.672+01:00</atom:updated><title>Lost in translation</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3246/2685278267_7bc5da6fc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3246/2685278267_7bc5da6fc3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As seen in Madrid last week, photo by me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570488958081551610-9098265213908739221?l=carloslepew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://carloslepew.blogspot.com/2008/07/lost-in-translation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlos F)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570488958081551610.post-6457552642312100927</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 10:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-09T16:05:36.827+01:00</atom:updated><title>In defence of Scrappy Doo</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://croutonboy.typepad.com/photos/people_i_hate/scrappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://croutonboy.typepad.com/photos/people_i_hate/scrappy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few cartoon characters through history have been so unfairly vilified as Scrappy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Doo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of not know father, Scrappy ended up hanging out with his mum's cousin, the totally useless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Doo&lt;/span&gt; and his gang of "detectives". The poor thing, knowing no better, ended up idolizing his uncle.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting trivia, the character was created by Mark Evanier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite amazing that, despite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt; being the most cowardly being in the planet, Scrappy always displayed bravery and balls bigger than all the people riding in the Mystery Machine put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, many theorize that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt; and Shaggy are actually drug addicts, the facts are there. They are always hanging at the back of the van, no one is really sure what is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;going on&lt;/span&gt; there. More so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt; is practically unable to do anything but run away if he doesn't get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt; snacks, who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; what kind of mind altering substances are in those. Even more suspicious is the fact that Shaggy is the only one who listens the dog talk. Their reactions of fear and paranoia are extreme, you can really tell that the drugs are taking a toll in their minds, their brain chemistry is totally fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So amist all that gang of junkies, closeted lesbians and annoying people in the van Scrappy is a ray of light. He is brave where the others are cowardly, he has an attitude. Despite his small stature he's always ready for a fight. He even has catch phrases. If Scrappy would be in charge Scooby Doo episodes would last 5 minutes. They'd get to the place in question and as soon as the ghost or monstear appears Scrappy would beat the shit out of it and encourage the others to do the same, it'd take no time for the meddling kids to discover that the ghost is the old guard from the amusement park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends nicknamed my penis Scrappy Doo years ago, because according to them "it's small, annoying and nobody likes it". Don't worry Scrapy, I like you, they just don't understand how it is to be small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570488958081551610-6457552642312100927?l=carloslepew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://carloslepew.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-defence-of-scrappy-doo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlos F)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570488958081551610.post-8270525983951952150</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 16:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T01:10:17.340Z</atom:updated><title>The Goddamn Batman!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v156/carlosfs/batmanvt5-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 319px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v156/carlosfs/batmanvt5-1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEl_ZClazV0/SGJ4CFHpILI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OP5hWJtjRgo/s1600-h/batmanvt5.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570488958081551610-8270525983951952150?l=carloslepew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://carloslepew.blogspot.com/2008/06/goddamn-batman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlos F)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570488958081551610.post-8672016004459644689</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 12:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-26T01:33:54.813+01:00</atom:updated><title>Worst comics in history #1</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/b/b2/Mswc48cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/b/b2/Mswc48cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Star Wars 48: The Third Law:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've read many, many comics in my life. Therefore the amount of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suckiness&lt;/span&gt; to pass in front of my eyes is. well, massive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. I love Star Wars and I love comics... unfortunately lots &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;of times that's not a happy marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old 80s comics has to filed under the folder "If you thought the prequels were bad...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot goes like pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; much like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Princes Leia, the droids and some count fly to, let's call it Planet Switzerland to try getting a loan to buy new X-wing space ships. See, princess Leia is on a business trip. L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; me repeat this... the rebel Alliance, an underground group is trying to secure a loan, in the open, using the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;royal&lt;/span&gt; crown jewels of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alderaan&lt;/span&gt; as collateral... this is as bad as all the political babble in the prequels... it's downright stupid. Not the kind of Star Wars you want to read about age 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in customs they see a guy in one of those "Total Recall" x-rays machines getting gunned down by the police for trying to smuggle gold out of the planet. This guys take their customs seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;addy&lt;/span&gt;, and by that I mean Darth Vader, happens to be in Planet Switzerland too, trying to secure another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; loan for the Empire or some shit like that, maybe he was on a holiday. Strangely enough Vader ponces around with an entourage of 3 freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In Planet Switzerland all citizens are obliged to carry firearms, although is totally forbidden for non-citizens, those are some of those 3 laws that the episode refers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Vader and his minions spend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;long time trying to kill the viceroy or count or whatever his title is by... making the fat minion jump on top of Leia's car, using telekinesis to blow the fella away in a weapons &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;demonstration&lt;/span&gt; and by turning one of henchmen into a poisonous butterfly. Butterfly guy, a Dracula lookalike, gets spotted by 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;po&lt;/span&gt;, who happens to know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;shitloads&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;butterflies&lt;/span&gt;, is up to r2 to spray the bitch and princess Leia steps on the the poor fella.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Vader, couldn't you just force-choke the asshole?, asked little Carlos, age 7 while reading the comic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The twist co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mes when Vader ambushes the guys and kills the viceroy with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lightsabre&lt;/span&gt;, only to discover that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;viceroy&lt;/span&gt; is a robot. It all gets filmed by R2 and the rebels proceed to try to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;blackmail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://msp81.photobucket.com/albums/j208/TwilightServant/Star%20Wars/star-wars-denial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://msp81.photobucket.com/albums/j208/TwilightServant/Star%20Wars/star-wars-denial.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Vader. Because, you see, this was their plan all along, the robot was going to be discovered in customs, they were counting on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;vader&lt;/span&gt; to kill the guy once the loan was secured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But oh, cruel destiny, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Vader's plan&lt;/span&gt; then gets discovered.... he has stolen the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Alderaan&lt;/span&gt; crown jewels, that was his intention since the very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Darth Vader, scourge of the Jedi, the most dangerous man in the known universe, wanted to steal some jewels. This is all shades of wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add insult to injury, this was written by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Larry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Hama&lt;/span&gt;, the best Wolverine scribe ever and the man that turned G.I. Joe into an actually good comic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, this comic is awesomely terrible, so bad that is worth reading just once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570488958081551610-8672016004459644689?l=carloslepew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://carloslepew.blogspot.com/2008/06/worst-comics-in-history-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlos F)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570488958081551610.post-692350884260863731</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 10:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-23T11:22:00.837+01:00</atom:updated><title>Random observations</title><description>The other day in the pub I saw the living &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definition&lt;/span&gt; of irony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a guy with a broken leg and wearing a Cobra Kai t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrongest thing to say after sex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;That'll&lt;/span&gt; do, pig. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That'll&lt;/span&gt; do"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570488958081551610-692350884260863731?l=carloslepew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://carloslepew.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-observations.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlos F)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570488958081551610.post-2457221845795599421</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 14:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-20T15:51:37.016+01:00</atom:updated><title>English bread</title><description>Just in case anyone needed further evidence of how dangerous the 80's were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bHK0uFb6Vzw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bHK0uFb6Vzw&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570488958081551610-2457221845795599421?l=carloslepew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://carloslepew.blogspot.com/2008/06/english-bread.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlos F)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570488958081551610.post-7376101389219861121</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 11:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-11T17:43:27.598+01:00</atom:updated><title>The A-team</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Film/Pix/pictures/2007/12/14/ateam460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Film/Pix/pictures/2007/12/14/ateam460.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my firm believe that the A-team had just one script written for the whole duration of the show and they just changed actors and locations from episode to episode. More than once they repeated actors, even in main roles. Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ironside&lt;/span&gt; played a different baddie twice and a guy that played one of the Military Police colonels that chase the team had played before a mob boss. Also he's the only guy ever dying in the A-team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and then there's this guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filmdope.com/Gallery/ActorsL/182-5002.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 139px;" src="http://www.filmdope.com/Gallery/ActorsL/182-5002.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The basic A-Team episode goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nice people gets bullied by bullies, mobsters, dirty cops... usually regarding some real state claims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Good looking niece/daughter of the bullied old man tries to hire the A-team, talking to Hannibal in disguise. Hannibal refuses at first, but when she's leaving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; he takes off his costume and tells her "You just hired the A-team"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Face breaks Murdoch out of the asylum... funny enough we never see them get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Murdoch&lt;/span&gt; go back. Murdoch will develop a stupid delusion during the episode that will annoy the shit out of B.A.. After briefly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt; psychology I can assure you that Murdoch is not crazy, he's just a twat.My favourite Murdoch gimmick is his alter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ego&lt;/span&gt;, the superhero "Captain taxi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* B.A. is adamant of getting in no-plane but he gets drugged and he gets in plane. No matter where they go in the world it looks like southern California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Face cons someone, usually to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt; of transportation or information&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The A-team attest the situation and have first confrontation with baddies. The bad guys will always have a big guy for B.A. to fight, they will punch each other at first with no effect. Said big guy has also taken out first either Face or Murdoch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* In fights there's always a shot of Face or Hannibal jumping from somewhere tall, the shot is slow mo and taken from bellow. If Hannibal is the one doing a stunt you can always notice the white wig on the stuntman. That's drinking game worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The bad guys re-group and capture the A-Team. Instead of killing them they'll lock the guys somewhere with lots of tools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* B.A. befriends some kid and Face and/or Hannibal flirt with the ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* For the final showdown the A-team will armor some vehicles and built weird weapons in a classic montage. In one episode Murdoch is halfway around the country from the rest of the Team and still you can see his reflection on some rims when the montage happens. This montages drove whole generations to compulsive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DIY&lt;/span&gt; and planted the seed for "Pimp my ride".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The A-Team strikes back and save the day, without ever killing anyone. You have to wonder what the hell did they do in the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the final fight some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; will always happen. B.A. taking out the big bad guy, car chases in which cars flips and the bad guys get out of them stunned, cars will drive over the camera (I used to love that shot as a kid), Hannibal will take out the leader with a one liner (note that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hannibal&lt;/span&gt; never lights his cigar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Hannibal states once again that he loves it when a plan comes together, B.A. throws Murdock to a river or something. Face or Hannibal snog a girl before leaving. I'm pretty sure those two are gay and the whole girl thing is a act.. and B.A. totally have the hots for Murdoch. It's a closeted gay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt;, pretty much like Odo and Quark in "Star trek: deep space 9"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Goodbyes are cut short because the military police is coming. Some episodes included the pesky military police making the mission harder, which is great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; seeing the team outsmart the army. Episode ends in freeze frame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there's a few variations in the scripts, which brings us great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; moments like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/47puweMw9Wk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/47puweMw9Wk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570488958081551610-7376101389219861121?l=carloslepew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://carloslepew.blogspot.com/2008/06/a-team.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlos F)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570488958081551610.post-6442519297530351451</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 10:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-20T11:32:27.846+01:00</atom:updated><title>Licence and registration please</title><description>For all those that think that things were going to get better with Boris as Mayor of London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ride a bicycle, but I really think they are going too far with their ways of enforcing the congestion charge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v156/carlosfs/P5090006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 338px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v156/carlosfs/P5090006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570488958081551610-6442519297530351451?l=carloslepew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://carloslepew.blogspot.com/2008/06/licence-and-registration-please.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlos F)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570488958081551610.post-51739842010251842</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jun 2008 01:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-14T02:25:16.141+01:00</atom:updated><title>An inconvenient truth</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v142/185/99/543795683/n543795683_367018_5083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 295px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v142/185/99/543795683/n543795683_367018_5083.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Murder she wrote" run for 264 episodes. That's 264 times that Jessica Fletcher went somewhere and a person was murdered. I'm appalled that the police never made the connection.&lt;br /&gt;Jessica fletcher is one of the biggest serial killers in history and nobody noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more serious, as Fletcher always manages to find the guilty part, and by that I mean she plants evidence and makes them beleive they are guilty, there's 264 innocent people in jail at least. Who knows how many of them have been executed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This madness must stop, she has to face justice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570488958081551610-51739842010251842?l=carloslepew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://carloslepew.blogspot.com/2008/06/inconvenient-truth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlos F)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570488958081551610.post-1977434534323848552</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2008 21:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-13T22:53:49.410+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>star wars</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>dance off</category><title>for starters....</title><description>I have to start this blog with the most amazing thing ever... just for this we should be glad the internet was created&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UkTQwP2gFxU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UkTQwP2gFxU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570488958081551610-1977434534323848552?l=carloslepew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://carloslepew.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-starters.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlos F)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>