<?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-826208478713939448</id><updated>2012-01-24T08:03:10.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lair</title><subtitle type='html'>The official blog of filmmaker, musician and artist, Aurelio Voltaire.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aurelio Voltaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774702580638044555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QZNRQ_UDjMo/ShmRoEZL6PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SZ2aFRDAs7g/S220/VoltVictorianHeadIconEXsml.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826208478713939448.post-3592774485432821147</id><published>2009-12-17T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:21:53.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalker</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever tried to email a celebrity, I mean a really famous person? Someone like Brad Pitt or Marylyn Manson or Johnny Depp? I have. I make short animated films when I'm not making music. Those films are narrated by singers and there have been times when I've emailed a musician or two, someone you could call a "rock star",  to see if they might be interested in narrating one of these films. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/feeds/3592774485432821147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/12/stalker.html#comment-form' title='75 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/3592774485432821147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/3592774485432821147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/12/stalker.html' title='Stalker'/><author><name>Aurelio Voltaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774702580638044555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QZNRQ_UDjMo/ShmRoEZL6PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SZ2aFRDAs7g/S220/VoltVictorianHeadIconEXsml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>75</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826208478713939448.post-7001314670098149323</id><published>2009-11-14T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T00:39:26.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spit from Cthulhu Sex</title><summary type='text'>I have been so busy of late. First there was Dragoncon, then the wedding, then I went on tour for a couple of weeks with the Hellblinki Sextet and I came home to a bunch of toy design work and some more shows... it's been kind of  a whirlwind. Needless to say, it's kept me from writing anything new. So, in the spirit of revisiting the past, here is a piece that I wrote in the mid-nineties (I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/feeds/7001314670098149323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-been-so-busy-of-late.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/7001314670098149323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/7001314670098149323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-been-so-busy-of-late.html' title='Spit from Cthulhu Sex'/><author><name>Aurelio Voltaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774702580638044555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QZNRQ_UDjMo/ShmRoEZL6PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SZ2aFRDAs7g/S220/VoltVictorianHeadIconEXsml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826208478713939448.post-8171048850806804004</id><published>2009-09-20T00:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:16:21.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Faith</title><summary type='text'>Voltaire drawing at Yaffa cafe in New York City in 1996(photo by Kurt Komoda)  In the early to mid nineties, I spent many nights drinking coffee in all-night cafes in New York City. I normally showed up around midnight and often stayed until eight AM. My most frequented spot was a place called Yaffa Cafe on St. Mark's Place. I would grab a sketchbook to bring along and sometimes I would sketch in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/feeds/8171048850806804004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-faith.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/8171048850806804004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/8171048850806804004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-faith.html' title='Of Faith'/><author><name>Aurelio Voltaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774702580638044555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QZNRQ_UDjMo/ShmRoEZL6PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SZ2aFRDAs7g/S220/VoltVictorianHeadIconEXsml.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2466/3936667748_ffb8b9df8d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826208478713939448.post-3480062988383813424</id><published>2009-07-27T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:37:06.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Museum of Unnatural History or Why I Love Living in Manhattan</title><summary type='text'>  It being summer, my son and I have lots of time to kick around and do fun things. Today we went to the Museum of Natural History here in New York City. We started out by going to the Space Show in the planetarium. The film they showed was called Journey to the Stars which was about the formation of stars and supernovas. If you haven't been, it's pretty spectacular. The entire, rounded ceiling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/feeds/3480062988383813424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/museum-of-unnatural-history-or-why-i.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/3480062988383813424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/3480062988383813424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/museum-of-unnatural-history-or-why-i.html' title='The Museum of Unnatural History or Why I Love Living in Manhattan'/><author><name>Aurelio Voltaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774702580638044555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QZNRQ_UDjMo/ShmRoEZL6PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SZ2aFRDAs7g/S220/VoltVictorianHeadIconEXsml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826208478713939448.post-1712192545756274107</id><published>2009-07-26T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:57:05.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's Lipstick On The Toilet PaperUpon getting engaged, I moved into my fiance's apartment;  the very next day in fact.  Living in Manhattan, space is at a premium and as it happens, her place was bigger than mine. My apartment, a small one-room flat in a run down East Village tenement building was just not going to do for both of us. Besides, it's full to the brim with all of my stuff. Every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/feeds/1712192545756274107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-lipstick-on-toilet-paper-upon.html#comment-form' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/1712192545756274107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/1712192545756274107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-lipstick-on-toilet-paper-upon.html' title=''/><author><name>Aurelio Voltaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774702580638044555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QZNRQ_UDjMo/ShmRoEZL6PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SZ2aFRDAs7g/S220/VoltVictorianHeadIconEXsml.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QZNRQ_UDjMo/Sm0pAx9xRUI/AAAAAAAAACs/roclG9Q-gTY/s72-c/Writings_toiletpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826208478713939448.post-6285095863473341894</id><published>2009-07-18T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:58:07.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shape my blog!</title><summary type='text'>Greeeeetings!As I write this I'm in sunny Hawaii. Maybe that's why I have nothing new to post in my blog, because let's face it... when you're in Hawaii, the last thing you should be doing is sitting in the dark, blogging! heh heh.Truth be told, that's not why there hasn't been a new blog in a couple of weeks (I'd promised myself I'd post a new blog at least once a week when I started this). I've</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/feeds/6285095863473341894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/shape-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/6285095863473341894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/6285095863473341894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/shape-my-blog.html' title='Shape my blog!'/><author><name>Aurelio Voltaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774702580638044555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QZNRQ_UDjMo/ShmRoEZL6PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SZ2aFRDAs7g/S220/VoltVictorianHeadIconEXsml.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QZNRQ_UDjMo/SmJkSNiWNjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EDuw9tKSJCs/s72-c/VoltJaymeHawaiiSML.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826208478713939448.post-3101636692479225408</id><published>2009-06-30T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T02:27:37.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Long-Haired Degenerates</title><summary type='text'>   When I was a child, there was a clear distinction between respectable citizens and degenerates. I was constantly made aware of this distinction by my family. I guess that's one of the main purposes of parents; to insure you know the difference, and to make sure you don't fall into becoming one of those loathsome scoundrels who loves neither his family, nor God nor his country.  My parents, my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/feeds/3101636692479225408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/those-long-haired-degenerates.html#comment-form' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/3101636692479225408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/3101636692479225408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/those-long-haired-degenerates.html' title='Those Long-Haired Degenerates'/><author><name>Aurelio Voltaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774702580638044555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QZNRQ_UDjMo/ShmRoEZL6PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SZ2aFRDAs7g/S220/VoltVictorianHeadIconEXsml.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QZNRQ_UDjMo/Skr2Lk9ng6I/AAAAAAAAABo/4QLn8TCb33Y/s72-c/LongHairedDegenerates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826208478713939448.post-8133400114107224232</id><published>2009-06-21T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:42:20.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Robots are Winning</title><summary type='text'>The Robots are Winning(A little tale about fatherhood and video games and the end of humanity)  A few years ago, when my son was about seven-years old, maybe eight. I gave him a little bit of a scare. I had picked him up at school and was taking him to karate and all the way there he was rambling about this video game that he loves and that video game that he loves. Like any attentive father I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/feeds/8133400114107224232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/robots-are-winning.html#comment-form' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/8133400114107224232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/8133400114107224232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/robots-are-winning.html' title='The Robots are Winning'/><author><name>Aurelio Voltaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774702580638044555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QZNRQ_UDjMo/ShmRoEZL6PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SZ2aFRDAs7g/S220/VoltVictorianHeadIconEXsml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826208478713939448.post-1577995753550121598</id><published>2009-06-18T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T18:02:31.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My film screens at Visionfest</title><summary type='text'>My film "X-mess Detritus" is screening tomorrow night at the Visionfest Film Festival at the Tribeca Cinemas in Manhattan at 9:30pm.  I'm going to go, naturally! Yes, my film is only 2 minutes long.... but I'm going to go to support indie cinema and to support the film festival. And I hope you will join me! My film plays with two others, a short and a psychological thriller.  Get your tickets in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/feeds/1577995753550121598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-film-screens-at-visionfest.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/1577995753550121598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/1577995753550121598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-film-screens-at-visionfest.html' title='My film screens at Visionfest'/><author><name>Aurelio Voltaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774702580638044555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QZNRQ_UDjMo/ShmRoEZL6PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SZ2aFRDAs7g/S220/VoltVictorianHeadIconEXsml.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QZNRQ_UDjMo/SjqCOQlPu0I/AAAAAAAAABg/4eFy2TNCJxc/s72-c/X_MessVOLTAIRE_DirectorPhot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826208478713939448.post-3505449617535057131</id><published>2009-06-14T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:15:57.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ORIGINALITY or "Nothing New Can Be Created-part 1"</title><summary type='text'>ORIGINALITY  Twenty-something years ago, I was at the start of my career. As a young animator and director, I often had people in the field asking me if I'd seen this film or read that book, if I was familiar with the work of a particular artist or animator or painter. I think my colleagues were astounded at how little I had read or seen or was aware of.  I would often tell them, "I try not to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/feeds/3505449617535057131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/originality-or-nothing-new-can-be.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/3505449617535057131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/3505449617535057131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/originality-or-nothing-new-can-be.html' title='ORIGINALITY or &quot;Nothing New Can Be Created-part 1&quot;'/><author><name>Aurelio Voltaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774702580638044555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QZNRQ_UDjMo/ShmRoEZL6PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SZ2aFRDAs7g/S220/VoltVictorianHeadIconEXsml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826208478713939448.post-6637254342805722953</id><published>2009-06-09T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T03:31:43.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time-Space Mini-Storage- a short story</title><summary type='text'>A few days ago, I began writing my second blog. Yet again it was going to be a piece of unsolicited career advice. And then I had a flash. An idea for a story popped into my head while stepping over a huge pile of clothes my fiance had left on the floor in the bedroom. I became a little bit obsessed and despite numerous attempts to write about signing licensing deals, I kept finding myself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/feeds/6637254342805722953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-space-mini-storage-short-story.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/6637254342805722953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/6637254342805722953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-space-mini-storage-short-story.html' title='Time-Space Mini-Storage- a short story'/><author><name>Aurelio Voltaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774702580638044555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QZNRQ_UDjMo/ShmRoEZL6PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SZ2aFRDAs7g/S220/VoltVictorianHeadIconEXsml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826208478713939448.post-662969314909010150</id><published>2009-06-02T02:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:17:23.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make your character famous- the art of creation, promotion and licensing</title><summary type='text'>  Have you ever walked into a store and noticed that a particular character is suddenly everywhere? Emily the strange is a great example. One day I noticed her on something in a shop, maybe a sticker or a stationary set.  She seemed vaguely familiar, but I wasn't quite sure if I'd seen her before. A few months later I saw here again, maybe on a T-shirt. And then a year later she was on anything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/feeds/662969314909010150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-make-your-character-famous-art.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/662969314909010150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/662969314909010150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-make-your-character-famous-art.html' title='How to make your character famous- the art of creation, promotion and licensing'/><author><name>Aurelio Voltaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774702580638044555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QZNRQ_UDjMo/ShmRoEZL6PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SZ2aFRDAs7g/S220/VoltVictorianHeadIconEXsml.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QZNRQ_UDjMo/SiTvMQCIsPI/AAAAAAAAABU/Gw6SikA-zaI/s72-c/voltdeadyloveskids1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826208478713939448.post-2166512716522550854</id><published>2009-05-24T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:32:35.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins....</title><summary type='text'>... so much to say... so little time.V</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/feeds/2166512716522550854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-so-it-begins.html#comment-form' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/2166512716522550854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826208478713939448/posts/default/2166512716522550854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltairenyc.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins....'/><author><name>Aurelio Voltaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774702580638044555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QZNRQ_UDjMo/ShmRoEZL6PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SZ2aFRDAs7g/S220/VoltVictorianHeadIconEXsml.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QZNRQ_UDjMo/ShmSuOW029I/AAAAAAAAAAw/vtVeTJqnj7E/s72-c/VoltAtBooth2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry></feed>
