<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597588</id><updated>2009-02-21T06:30:59.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm The Thing!</title><subtitle type='html'>Marvel Superhero The THing shares his daily thoughts, musings, and yes, poetry.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thething.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597588/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thething.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336206061360056054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597588.post-78189375</id><published>2002-06-25T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-25T12:22:16.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I guess dis is my blog.  My name is Ben Grim, aka The Thing.  I've seen it all, fought alongside everyone from Spidey to ol' Cappy Marvel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else can I tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I was zapped by a personality reversal ray, 'cuz some dirtbag was trying to make me a bad guy.  I was on my way to a lecture at a elementary school at the time, so I ended up telling the kids to try drugs and stay out of school.  Ooooh boy, did I have a lot of apology calls to make the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what's up with mad scientists always having to zap you with or this laser or that ray?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;IT'S CLOBBERIN' TIME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597588-78189375?l=thething.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597588/posts/default/78189375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597588/posts/default/78189375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thething.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78189375' title=''/><author><name>The</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336206061360056054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16377934515246082285'/></author></entry></feed>