<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><entry xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' 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-593970477444543007.post-662607685041226570</id><published>2009-11-04T18:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:31:25.631-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>The Dance Of The Travel Magnets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We were getting a little tired of not being able to see our refrigerator.  The fridge door and part of its side were covered in travel magnets.  It wasn't very attractive but it was a conversation piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wife asked me to built some kind of display for all of them.  I don't consider myself too handy.  I can fix leaks and do simple repairs but decorative things ... I ain't so hot.  I eventually relented and started working on a display.  The Wife would say I whined, moaned, and complained the entire time ... and she would be absolutely right.  Even after I completed the project I wasn't very happy with what I threw together but it does work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate the completion, I put together this rather crude animation I call "The Dance of the Travel Magnets."  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWX6LopYdeo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWX6LopYdeo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344" margin="10px"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our complaint now:  The refrigerator looks so naked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593970477444543007-662607685041226570?l=homerstravels.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homerstravels.com/feeds/662607685041226570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homerstravels.com/2009/11/dance-of-travel-magnets.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593970477444543007/posts/default/662607685041226570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593970477444543007/posts/default/662607685041226570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homerstravels.com/2009/11/dance-of-travel-magnets.html' title='The Dance Of The Travel Magnets'/><author><name>Bruce H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00180515178920053080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fcak76atnmU/R19iIxqM25I/AAAAAAAAAkI/KjpMyjHMOZ4/S220/Homer+-+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry>
