<?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-240357159527463324</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:49:31.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something is Missing: The Movie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingsmissingmovie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240357159527463324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsmissingmovie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RyanFagan</name><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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240357159527463324.post-83502665422431270</id><published>2008-04-15T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:24:06.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking Up the Pieces:</title><content type='html'>EXT. CEMETERY - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and his date (Kayla) sit in the car on the road in the&lt;br /&gt;cemetery. The camera pans out as Greg stares blankly toward&lt;br /&gt;his fathers service which is taking place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         GREG (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;             I can't do it... I just can not&lt;br /&gt;             gather up the brass to get out of&lt;br /&gt;             this car and face family that I&lt;br /&gt;             haven't seen in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         KAYLA (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;             Well, just wait til the end of&lt;br /&gt;             the service and then get out once&lt;br /&gt;             people start leaving.  I think&lt;br /&gt;             they know you are here. They&lt;br /&gt;             probably see us already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera is now back on Greg and Kayla.  They remain in the&lt;br /&gt;car but the camera is on them from the exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         GREG&lt;br /&gt;             I don't think they would say two&lt;br /&gt;             words to me if I walked down&lt;br /&gt;             there. I think they would turn&lt;br /&gt;             their noses up to me because they&lt;br /&gt;             think I abandoned them.  No, they&lt;br /&gt;             abandoned me. And for what?  For&lt;br /&gt;             what? A stupid name?  I they&lt;br /&gt;             thought that because I changed my&lt;br /&gt;             last name that I was somehow no&lt;br /&gt;             longer a part of the family?  I&lt;br /&gt;             wasn't adopted into a new family.&lt;br /&gt;             I was still a member of the&lt;br /&gt;             Stephenson family. My birth&lt;br /&gt;             certificate still says Greg&lt;br /&gt;             Stephenson!  Names are just words!&lt;br /&gt;             I'm still blood!  This family and&lt;br /&gt;             I have the same blood!  I would&lt;br /&gt;             never abandon someone of the same&lt;br /&gt;             bloodline over a stupid name change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            FADE OUT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240357159527463324-83502665422431270?l=somethingsmissingmovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingsmissingmovie.blogspot.com/feeds/83502665422431270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240357159527463324&amp;postID=83502665422431270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240357159527463324/posts/default/83502665422431270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240357159527463324/posts/default/83502665422431270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsmissingmovie.blogspot.com/2008/04/picking-up-pieces.html' title='Picking Up the Pieces:'/><author><name>RyanFagan</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240357159527463324.post-7057312617994630761</id><published>2008-04-15T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:22:21.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arriving Back Home:</title><content type='html'>INT. BAR - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         TATE&lt;br /&gt;                       So, welcome home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         GREG&lt;br /&gt;                       Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPERIMPOSE --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          MADISON, WISCONSIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         TATE&lt;br /&gt;             So, how are the "twins" treating&lt;br /&gt;             you? I hear that place is, like,&lt;br /&gt;             fucking crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         GREG&lt;br /&gt;             Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         TATE&lt;br /&gt;             What are you doing later, man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         GREG&lt;br /&gt;             No real plans. I'm just in town&lt;br /&gt;             for the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         TATE&lt;br /&gt;             You should come out with the old&lt;br /&gt;             crew. We probably will just end&lt;br /&gt;             up back here tonight when the DJ&lt;br /&gt;             is in the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         GREG&lt;br /&gt;             Yeah, maybe I will... I have some&lt;br /&gt;             people to see and some stuff to&lt;br /&gt;             take care of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         TATE&lt;br /&gt;             What is the deal man... You seem&lt;br /&gt;             pretty distant and not very&lt;br /&gt;             interested in hanging out with&lt;br /&gt;             the best friend you haven't seen&lt;br /&gt;             in ages? You know you can tell me&lt;br /&gt;             anything... We have been friends&lt;br /&gt;             for years. What is the deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         GREG&lt;br /&gt;             Tate, I really don't have a firm&lt;br /&gt;             grip on what the issue is. All I&lt;br /&gt;             know is that I "have issues." I&lt;br /&gt;             ran away from my problems by&lt;br /&gt;             moving up north thinking that it&lt;br /&gt;             would solve everything.  That has&lt;br /&gt;             not been the case.  I still think&lt;br /&gt;             of everything that happened down&lt;br /&gt;             here and the shit continues to&lt;br /&gt;             roll down hill.  I stopped&lt;br /&gt;             talking to my biological father's&lt;br /&gt;             side of my family and now he is&lt;br /&gt;             gone.  I haven't seen anyone on&lt;br /&gt;             that side in years...  Except for&lt;br /&gt;             my cousin, Katie and the last&lt;br /&gt;             time I saw her... She drop-kicked&lt;br /&gt;             me in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         TATE&lt;br /&gt;             Why the hell did she drop kick&lt;br /&gt;             you in the face? That is fucking&lt;br /&gt;             hilar-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         GREG&lt;br /&gt;             Shut the hell up!  It wasn't funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         TATE&lt;br /&gt;             You sure?  Cuz I think it is&lt;br /&gt;             pretty humorous.  I can't help&lt;br /&gt;             but put us off track for a second&lt;br /&gt;             and ask for a recap of the "drop-&lt;br /&gt;             kicking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         GREG&lt;br /&gt;             Fine...  So...  I'm standing here&lt;br /&gt;             next to Jason one night.  DJ Jeff&lt;br /&gt;             is playing requests...  I see her&lt;br /&gt;             walk in the door and I am&lt;br /&gt;             thinking "Shit... I hope she&lt;br /&gt;             doesn't see me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  BAR - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is playing. People are dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THIS FLASHBACK, WE SEE KATIE WALK INTO THE DOOR. SHE SEES&lt;br /&gt;GREG. GREG PROVIDES A NARRATION VOICE OVER OF THE SCENE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         GREG (VO)&lt;br /&gt;             So anyway, she sees me... walks&lt;br /&gt;             over and starts talking to me and&lt;br /&gt;             then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLASHBACK SCENE IS NOW 15 MINUTES AFTER KATIES ARRIVAL. SHE&lt;br /&gt;IS DANCING TO A SONG. GREG IS LOOKING IN THE OPPOSITE&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTION TALKING TO HIS FRIEND JASON. ALL OF A SUDDEN AS&lt;br /&gt;THE CAMERA IS FACING GREG, A FOOT COMES INTO THE FRAME AND&lt;br /&gt;MAKES CONTACT WITH GREG'S FACE.  GREG IS PROVIDING NARRATION&lt;br /&gt;VOICE OVER WHILE THIS SCENE HAPPENS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         GREG (VO)&lt;br /&gt;             Then I am just standing at the&lt;br /&gt;             table, drinking a Leinies and&lt;br /&gt;             talking to Jason when all of a&lt;br /&gt;             sudden a foot makes contact with&lt;br /&gt;             my face... My head snaps over to&lt;br /&gt;             the side and i stumble into a&lt;br /&gt;             pillar while Jason chuckles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  BAR -DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to present day. Greg and Tate continue talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         TATE&lt;br /&gt;             That is flippin' hilarious!  Oh&lt;br /&gt;             my god! Histerical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         GREG&lt;br /&gt;             Whatever man... I gotta finish&lt;br /&gt;             this beer and go pick up Kayla so&lt;br /&gt;             that I have a companion at the&lt;br /&gt;             service.  If I even go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         TATE&lt;br /&gt;             What? You better go!  He was your&lt;br /&gt;             father, Greg.  There is no way&lt;br /&gt;             around that.  He may not have&lt;br /&gt;             been there for you much. But he&lt;br /&gt;             did love you and if he were alive&lt;br /&gt;             and you were gone he would go to&lt;br /&gt;             your service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         GREG&lt;br /&gt;             I don't think he would. I don't&lt;br /&gt;             think he would know.  If he cared&lt;br /&gt;             to know anything about me he&lt;br /&gt;             could have always asked for my&lt;br /&gt;             contact info.&lt;br /&gt;                         (MORE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         GREG (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;             But he didn't.  I know I should&lt;br /&gt;             be sad about this and deep down I&lt;br /&gt;             am and it is probably a big issue&lt;br /&gt;             in my list of issues but I am&lt;br /&gt;             trying to deal with it with a bit&lt;br /&gt;             of humor.  It is how I deal with&lt;br /&gt;             bad situations... I try to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         TATE&lt;br /&gt;             I know you do man. I know.  But&lt;br /&gt;             just get Kayla, go to the service,&lt;br /&gt;             and then call me when you get&lt;br /&gt;             done so we can have some fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         GREG&lt;br /&gt;             You know something Tate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         TATE&lt;br /&gt;             What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         GREG&lt;br /&gt;             If my life were a movie It would&lt;br /&gt;             be hard to tell if it should be&lt;br /&gt;             classified as a comedy or a&lt;br /&gt;             drama...  It would probably be a&lt;br /&gt;             dramady... Like the O.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         TATE&lt;br /&gt;             Well, you may be right... Now go&lt;br /&gt;             take care of the drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            DISSOLVE TO:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240357159527463324-7057312617994630761?l=somethingsmissingmovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingsmissingmovie.blogspot.com/feeds/7057312617994630761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240357159527463324&amp;postID=7057312617994630761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240357159527463324/posts/default/7057312617994630761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240357159527463324/posts/default/7057312617994630761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsmissingmovie.blogspot.com/2008/04/arriving-back-home.html' title='Arriving Back Home:'/><author><name>RyanFagan</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240357159527463324.post-3923416580238619794</id><published>2008-04-15T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:20:00.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morning:</title><content type='html'>FADE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNDER THE STUDIO LOGO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNOCKING at a door and distant birds CHIRPING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW UNDER BLACK, a CARD --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rapping, at first tentative and polite, grows insistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we hear someone get out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         GREG (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;             ...damn it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DOOR is opened, and the darkness gives way to BRIGHT LIGHT,&lt;br /&gt;the way one experiences the first glimpse of light,after say&lt;br /&gt;a hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAM is there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         GREG (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;             What the hell, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         ADAM&lt;br /&gt;             Hey man! Get your damn clothes on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         MILES (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;             Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         ADAM&lt;br /&gt;             Cuz you're stark-assed naked! You&lt;br /&gt;             are gonna be late getting back to&lt;br /&gt;             Madison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREG (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, shut up Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He closes the door with a SLAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. GREG'S APARTMENT COMPLEX - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPERIMPOSE --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          ST PAUL, MINNESOTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing only boxers and flip flops, GREG NAGAF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comes out of his apartment and heads toward the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;He passes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some kids with backpacks on their way to the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He climbs into his 7 year old PONTIAC SUNFIRE, parked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diagonal in his spot. The car starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he pulls away, he drives through a puddle... splashing ADAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. STREET - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg rounds the corner and finds a new parking spot along&lt;br /&gt;the curb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. CAR - CONTINUOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cuts the engine, leans back in his seat, closes his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and opens the car door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. GREG'S APARTMENT - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door opens. Miles walks into the bathroom, looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just past camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         GREG&lt;br /&gt;             Dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg hurriedly throws his clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. CARIBOU COFFEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg is the only one in the store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         BARISTA&lt;br /&gt;             Hey there! What can I get you?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         GREG&lt;br /&gt;             Vanilla Cooler. No Whipped Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         BARISTA&lt;br /&gt;             Anything else for you?&lt;br /&gt;                  (ringing it up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         GREG&lt;br /&gt;             No, I'm late. And give me a Star-&lt;br /&gt;             Trib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. 35E ON RAMP -DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg's Sunfire speeds up the ramp and merges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT./EXT. SUNFIRE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SIGN reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADISON 230 MILES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAN TO GREG as he signals to change lanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            DISSOLVE TO:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240357159527463324-3923416580238619794?l=somethingsmissingmovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingsmissingmovie.blogspot.com/feeds/3923416580238619794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240357159527463324&amp;postID=3923416580238619794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240357159527463324/posts/default/3923416580238619794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240357159527463324/posts/default/3923416580238619794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsmissingmovie.blogspot.com/2008/04/morning.html' title='The Morning:'/><author><name>RyanFagan</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240357159527463324.post-2018815859881210243</id><published>2008-03-25T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:21:46.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>synopsis (first draft)</title><content type='html'>Greg is a television news reporter in Minneapolis in his late 20's.  A rising star in the local news world (having gotten a gig in a top 20 market right out of college).  He travels back home to Wisconsin for his biological fathers funeral.  He hadn't seen or spoken to his father in 6 years.  They had a falling out and it was not mended.  Greg is close to his mother, step-father, and the rest of his family.  During Greg's time back home he meets up with old friends and connects with an old flame and in the end he may or may not discover what is missing in his life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240357159527463324-2018815859881210243?l=somethingsmissingmovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingsmissingmovie.blogspot.com/feeds/2018815859881210243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240357159527463324&amp;postID=2018815859881210243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240357159527463324/posts/default/2018815859881210243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240357159527463324/posts/default/2018815859881210243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsmissingmovie.blogspot.com/2008/03/synopsis-first-draft.html' title='synopsis (first draft)'/><author><name>RyanFagan</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240357159527463324.post-4445445793383734229</id><published>2008-03-24T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T17:06:33.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the blog/website for "Something is Missing", a dramedy set for production and completion in 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/240357159527463324-4445445793383734229?l=somethingsmissingmovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingsmissingmovie.blogspot.com/feeds/4445445793383734229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=240357159527463324&amp;postID=4445445793383734229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240357159527463324/posts/default/4445445793383734229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/240357159527463324/posts/default/4445445793383734229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsmissingmovie.blogspot.com/2008/03/welcome.html' title='welcome'/><author><name>RyanFagan</name><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>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
