<?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-8633540629050098599</id><updated>2011-09-14T09:06:47.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Control</title><subtitle type='html'>Wherein the Reader Will Be Subjected To All Manner of Nonsense.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumpwallow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633540629050098599/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumpwallow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Will Fregoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558057715918353206</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633540629050098599.post-5531940878108426454</id><published>2010-01-18T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:27:47.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like commas</title><content type='html'>So it occurs to me that, having this blog now for some reason, I should probably post something to it, perhaps some kind of explanation of who I am and what I do, or something to otherwise justify my existence. For those of you who don't already know, my name is Will, I guess, for now at least, and although sometimes I'm not, I find it's easier just to play along with these things. I do a lot of things, it seems, when I try to list them in my head, and I've even been told that I'm quite good at some of them, but then, like I said, I find it's easier just to play along with these things. I draw, when it amuses me, and occasionally with good results, and I mess around with sculpting various substances and making music to squirm uncomfortably to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, though, and what will probably end up being the main point of this whole mess, if it has a point, which I sincerely doubt, I write. I find, upon occasional and hurried exploration, that there are many strange thing lurking about in my mind and, essentially, I do what I have to do to get them out. Sometimes, if I'm in a good mood, but not so good I'm without a bitter sense of irony, I call it art, though, in my more lucid moments, I'll admit it's mostly mental diarrhea. The result of this is a handful of tolerably embarrassing drawings that only a couple people have seen, and scores of short stories, half of which I haven't even read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, sort of, one of my nets seems to have snared me a minor muse or something, because I seem to have a novel on my hands, which, it seems, comes as much more of a surprise to me than it does most of the people I know, so just lately much of my focus has been bent on taming this beast of a story and systematically rendering it as horrid and unreadable as is humanly possible. Because that's what I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, in brief. I'll probably prattle on some more about the book at some future point, since I suppose that's probably why I'm here, but other things as well. I don't know. I've never given much thought to keeping a blog before. Likely, I'll do weird and unfortunate things with it, so look forward to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633540629050098599-5531940878108426454?l=frumpwallow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumpwallow.blogspot.com/feeds/5531940878108426454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frumpwallow.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-like-commas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633540629050098599/posts/default/5531940878108426454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633540629050098599/posts/default/5531940878108426454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumpwallow.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-like-commas.html' title='I like commas'/><author><name>Will Fregoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558057715918353206</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633540629050098599.post-2176702487827734778</id><published>2009-11-13T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:39:57.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pending...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvKKUZQS9o0/Sv40QfV9OiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/NUkRt3xbiyY/s1600-h/hallway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvKKUZQS9o0/Sv40QfV9OiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/NUkRt3xbiyY/s400/hallway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403814060787317282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633540629050098599-2176702487827734778?l=frumpwallow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumpwallow.blogspot.com/feeds/2176702487827734778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frumpwallow.blogspot.com/2009/11/pending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633540629050098599/posts/default/2176702487827734778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633540629050098599/posts/default/2176702487827734778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumpwallow.blogspot.com/2009/11/pending.html' title='Pending...'/><author><name>Will Fregoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13558057715918353206</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvKKUZQS9o0/Sv40QfV9OiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/NUkRt3xbiyY/s72-c/hallway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
