<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:51:11.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Presidents Club</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the blog site for the creator of &lt;a href="http://www.mookemon.com"&gt;MOOKEMON&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt; Read at your own peril.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-2635455909314842861</id><published>2007-01-25T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:12:32.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How many Taliban does it take to change a light bulb?None, caves don't have lights ....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/2635455909314842861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/2635455909314842861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#2635455909314842861' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-115682915859167435</id><published>2006-08-28T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:45:07.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/115682915859167435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/115682915859167435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#115682915859167435' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-115337313013637714</id><published>2006-07-19T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T22:27:26.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If a semi-literate slob like Mike Moore can make a credible movie then I don't see why an ex-foreign correspondent like yourself or John Pilger couldn't have a film or two up his sleeve like maybe a doco on Gulf War I called "the myth of Gulf War Syndrome and it's place in the Green Conspiracy" and run it at a festival or two.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/115337313013637714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/115337313013637714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#115337313013637714' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-106672518833574364</id><published>2003-10-21T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T01:33:08.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>errr ... white house officials of some variety i believe old bean .... wots this dude from pie land wot the bloose picked up? is he betta than miccky mackgone? did he put his mitts up in the grand? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/106672518833574364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/106672518833574364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#106672518833574364' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-106601564823265324</id><published>2003-10-12T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T20:27:27.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stop laughing you sad Carlton man, you can always trade allegiances, as Carlton are turd material. Arnie is going to be number one Collingwood ticket holder apparently.yes, move over paul keating .... fake blue collar cred for sale ... ten bucks a barrel ... ask for eddie packer .... pies to be butt of all jokes this summer ... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/106601564823265324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/106601564823265324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#106601564823265324' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-106568388648327708</id><published>2003-10-09T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T00:18:06.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'd rather join the anarchists or the trotskyists. what is their policy on the environment? actually, i think we should join the liberal party and get ourselves expelled. I hear that the nosh at some of these far left gatherings tends towards the bland. hmmmmm ... i'll ask my leader, his bobness.ihre komrad</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/106568388648327708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/106568388648327708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#106568388648327708' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-106117638492860291</id><published>2003-08-17T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T20:13:04.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is this watered down democracy AKA the two party system ... i'll be puttin' me hand up soon ... big bob to scoop pool while johnnie's in bejing talkin' democracy, tibet and human rights ...... errrrr .... george and jeb are into democracy, aren't they ????</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/106117638492860291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/106117638492860291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#106117638492860291' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-105989867009317037</id><published>2003-08-03T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T01:17:50.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>great, whats the new position? Not much fun being under the cloud of an idiot son that I can vouch for, yay for liberation!yeah, viva la revolution komrad as man goes back to same old grind on yobbo free days and boss sent into p.r. spin and yobbo anal van starts to rust in driveway (ha ha ha) as UMOOKU gets more grist for his mill ....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/105989867009317037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/105989867009317037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#105989867009317037' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-105970753760768000</id><published>2003-07-31T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T20:12:17.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is this worth pursuing? i got it after I put THE MOTHS in the inpress gig guide (I hope)g.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/105970753760768000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/105970753760768000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#105970753760768000' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-105970706209817794</id><published>2003-07-31T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T20:04:22.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yo, send us the address ... man has more spare time on hands as he departs work with the words 'get f**d you c**t' and drives home to the dulcet car cassette poptones. By afternoon is rehired in renegotiated WPA and a life free of **** the r**st c**t of a yobbo builder .... arrrghhhhhhh !!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/105970706209817794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/105970706209817794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#105970706209817794' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-105866690774247574</id><published>2003-07-19T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T19:08:27.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jawohl  ....  errrrrr .... yes boss .... crack the old whip and get those boys working and tell trevor to pour his new found wealth into the mook world tour and drive that rusty tractor back into his dreams .....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/105866690774247574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/105866690774247574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#105866690774247574' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-105842887714473191</id><published>2003-07-17T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T01:02:52.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>please simon, i insist .... yeah a photo shoot outside Redman's Mitre 10 in Balywn would be great ...i've already booked you into the duke of windsor as a support for the four fours so pack yer bags .... errrrrr .... played 'sorry ma forgot to take out the trash' loudly in toyota and it was like how you say in das englische, sehr gut.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/105842887714473191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/105842887714473191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#105842887714473191' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-95858873</id><published>2003-06-20T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T04:09:59.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>only 15?, jeez eddie that's not as many flags as the navy blues ..................</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/95858873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/95858873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#95858873' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-95820315</id><published>2003-06-19T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T00:42:02.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there was silence from the eddie as yet another season went down the drain as richo studied positions vacant and nietzy sang 'one more for the road .. '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/95820315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/95820315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#95820315' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-95584860</id><published>2003-06-12T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T03:47:19.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is that a fact mr i'm as suprised as the fans were when he called it quits says mr plaidley as the roos help out mr howbastard with some solid electioneering help as creany the iraqi sanctions supporter oh so accidently bumps into culprit in bar in front of age front spread as beazers bumbles under shinboner headlock in some arden street yuppie block.... look at the scorebord kingo says mr fevola</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/95584860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/95584860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#95584860' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-94475073</id><published>2003-05-16T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T16:14:58.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some one lit a fire under yer ass Uckles. Let me know of that box or is it two? Let me know how many, relax herr ankles!put the f**n matches away mcgowan. yer have two boxes, one of which is so heavy it can hardly be lifted except by goldberg who doesn't live here. yeah, is this computer of yours a goer or an anchor .... yeah .... why didn't ya offload the bastard and burn your collected works </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/94475073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/94475073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#94475073' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-94425769</id><published>2003-05-15T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T19:43:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this month's f**n issue of f**n we're up our own butts UNCUT expects me to fork out for two duplicate issues to get vol 1&amp;2 of brooce compo. bort computta mag in protest. watch out for web hostin' bill. find that f**n video or i'll get the drunkest man in south east asia on yer case .... eat some meat pond scum sipper!goto the congo and help out the u.n. couch war hero kill muncher. p.s. if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/94425769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/94425769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#94425769' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-94296816</id><published>2003-05-13T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T17:20:50.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The T-Shirts and C.D. arrived and already my life has improved. Thanks for the slab of Hunnish Culture. Sod fregging Burt Kampfert .... specs</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/94296816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/94296816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#94296816' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-94090838</id><published>2003-05-09T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T21:40:55.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  ... or more accurately the ghost of newk mcgowan in unfinished novel form ... yeah, the hawks sucked in a few suckers ... yesssssir ...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/94090838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/94090838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#94090838' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-94030908</id><published>2003-05-08T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T20:43:10.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&gt;&gt; BRILLO - PLEASE GLUE ON BUS STOPS - G.&gt;Hey Goose...Why did you take the Mook folder with you toQueenstown...areyou planning to set up Mook head quarters on the West Coast?Today's Great QuestionIf Cheryl had Gareth's baby, who would keep the bastard honest?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/94030908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/94030908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#94030908' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-94029022</id><published>2003-05-08T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T20:03:14.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here come the Roos batten down the hatches...bagger...--------------Heard you called this morning. I'll give you a call when mycash arrives.&gt; Why is modern music so disturbing?&gt;effed if I know probably because its adjectival rubbish... Kimhas anothernew number on the way 'bout Charlie Rich&gt; Sorry about your tips bucko. Anyway stop being obscure andtell me what&gt;&gt; hmmmmm ... anyway </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/94029022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/94029022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#94029022' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-93902051</id><published>2003-05-06T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T19:39:00.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You love it, p.s. I offered yer a draw in that other game ages ago Klownman so get with the freffing program.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/93902051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/93902051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#93902051' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-93900859</id><published>2003-05-06T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T19:17:59.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Jahwohl!! arbeit ist sehr gut!!!", said Ariel Zimmermann on his way to the station, "Ich bin like how you say is das Englische, sehr frei".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/93900859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/93900859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#93900859' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-93847438</id><published>2003-05-05T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T23:36:41.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no, but on an unrelated front 4 rock the house at the Duke of Windsor as UMOOKU's relentless quest to impregnate the mooks into the Melbourne Klub Scene forges ahead as he listens to Lee's tales of inebriation ...they should be coming over soon!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/93847438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/93847438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#93847438' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-93682834</id><published>2003-05-02T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T18:42:59.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>goebells ... i love it, i'll lift the text for the MookInc mission statement and lift those boys sagging spirits .... adolf</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/93682834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/93682834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#93682834' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-93459323</id><published>2003-04-29T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T04:42:37.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had No Idea that my over-rating of The Mighty Mighty Blues was that obvious. The Great Wise Ghost of Footy seems to think they are premiership material and well lets face it, to beat The Roos yer haffta be a fregging good team .... hmmmmmm  ... .. Well yer've wasted a frecken large amount of space sayin' nothin' i would say Mr Blunderbusser ....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/93459323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/93459323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#93459323' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-93458309</id><published>2003-04-29T04:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T04:10:37.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you changed the world yet, liebschen?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/93458309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/93458309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#93458309' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-93458303</id><published>2003-04-29T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T04:10:30.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pies not without hope but bound to fail on big ocassions</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/93458303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/93458303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#93458303' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-93458190</id><published>2003-04-29T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T04:06:36.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hamlet (as in a small village of idiots?) would go completely over his head ... thick as a brick is our john ... "airplanes get highjacked and all the americans get killed" is a prohetic bit of writing I thought as I gave The Mona Lisa's Sister a spin today .. "All the kids are addicted to a sugar coated pill" .. yeah ... shakespeare is pretty grim ... errr .... the world is grim ... I'll get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/93458190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/93458190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#93458190' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-93099493</id><published>2003-04-23T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T00:43:13.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man spends day in garden in late autumn sun ... yeah ... mr lee was great ...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/93099493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/93099493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#93099493' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-92697636</id><published>2003-04-15T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T22:11:36.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haven't the British made war and killing into an artform?An itchy ant in your turban donald, while there's life i can still hurl abuse ... errrr ... is the offer of exile still on and can i have eggs and mushrooms for breakfast? yeah, not stupid enough to fall for the old stalemate ... errrr ... viva la an independent kurdistan??????????????there is a line in 'On the road' on page 117 that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/92697636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/92697636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#92697636' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-92697473</id><published>2003-04-15T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T22:08:19.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long time, no blog weblog. Put down English as second language at career counselling opportunities never knock today. Go Blues. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/92697473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/92697473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#92697473' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-89577236</id><published>2003-02-22T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T18:28:16.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in which a lonely, desperate and disturbed man roams cyberspace only to find the last mook is long goneHe comforts himself with the knowledge that The Blues are a ring in for the flag.Dear Editor,Surely Jeff Jacoby jests when he suggests that the time to have 'liberated iraq' would have been in 1991. Surely the best time would have been before Saddam Hussein was installed as Iraqi leader and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/89577236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/89577236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#89577236' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-88395694</id><published>2003-02-01T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-01T15:10:26.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man sees in FEBRUARY in anticipation of fatherhood and armed with a brandnew secondhand computer and has mastered the way of the sneaker net. He sees the gap between bloggs and discovers he is no Mr Warby. The BUZZCOCKS beckon on thursday night along with visit from partner in crime. Summer means fun. Man builds rocket lamp out of scrap and paints in his shed. Masters the art of the dolma. Learns</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/88395694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/88395694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#88395694' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-86768090</id><published>2002-12-31T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T18:59:28.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man sees in the new year with Dead Moon and bad jokes with Mr Hamburger at the Tote and life seems like a time warp. Raining. Washing still on the line. Gets organised, fills in mutual obligation book as if it matters. RIP Mr Strummer. Man contemplates Email .. Brett Allison eh? With Trevor "the horse" I think it is a wonderful image except I have always thought of Redman as a more martinesque </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/86768090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/86768090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#86768090' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-86568210</id><published>2002-12-26T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-26T17:45:09.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas has passed without any notable incident. JD arrived with large hangover. Man played Beach Boys, Grateful Dead, Flamin' Lips and Ron Sexsmith. Didn't risk the gravy which turned out to be a bad move. Destroyed opponent on chess board. Eyes off championship. Went to cricket at the G and hear's way too much U2 ... errrrrr ..... "aussie band not good enough for you mate".... woman possibly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/86568210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/86568210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#86568210' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-86259011</id><published>2002-12-18T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T22:49:27.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man well and truly back home. Has no control over events leading upto and including christmas. Resigns himself to ineptitude. Life made bearable by witnessing testifications of Bob Mould, Dead Moon and Brian Wilson. Latest band project debuts in low key gig. Stay posted .....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/86259011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/86259011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#86259011' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-85278002</id><published>2002-11-29T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T18:51:32.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man finds himself at Tathra, spends days camped at Arraganu flattening car battery.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/85278002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/85278002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#85278002' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-84956507</id><published>2002-11-22T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T22:42:09.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blues on the brink. Man on the road. At Cann River at snappy internet terminal at The Mamajee Art Gallery. Nearly got destroyed by log truck. Plays Beatles in car. Stereo balance shot and consequently The Fab Four sound very left (or right) of center. Man remembers mono.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/84956507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/84956507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#84956507' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-84441200</id><published>2002-11-12T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T15:31:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was my birthday yesterday. Now I am 43. Grerk. Got the Flamin' Lips latest and it's a bit of a winner I must say. I am at work. Played Richard Thompson in the car. I love the car cassette player. Been giving the good old Dreadnaughters a thrashing. Paul Cleary and the Partisans? Who remembers them. Maginificent. My student hasn't shown up and consequently I am killing time doing this blog. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/84441200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/84441200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#84441200' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-84264388</id><published>2002-11-08T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T20:48:19.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fraffin' hot today. England are in deep trouble at The Gabba. Man suffers. Errrrrr .... band stuff goes badly, world goes madder by the day, man revisits Alice Cooper and hears The Replacements. Packs boxes. Fills forms.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/84264388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/84264388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#84264388' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-83863604</id><published>2002-10-31T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T23:00:55.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The sun is out. I have relented on the BBQ design. Made third compost bay. Went to pub. Had pints of Guiness and lined up work for band. Op-Shopped, bought records and toys.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/83863604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/83863604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#83863604' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-83549774</id><published>2002-10-26T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T03:46:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is saturday. I was hoping the end of the hostage crisis in Moscow would read like Mr Putin ends the war in Chechenya and there is a big group hug but this is not to be. I had a BBQ this afternoon and roadtested my new hotplate. Nothing died for my meal, or at least nothing I know of. Still, I'd rather be self righteous and holy than famous or Red Symons, I can't decide which.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/83549774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/83549774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#83549774' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888081.post-83549573</id><published>2002-10-26T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T03:36:11.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey Mook.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/83549573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888081/posts/default/83549573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umooku.blogspot.com/index.html#83549573' title=''/><author><name>umooku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11762347306497258321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
