<?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-3330861</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:20:40.213-07:00</updated><category term='Bend Over a Novel'/><title type='text'>funink</title><subtitle type='html'>fiction, satire, political humor, horror</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330861/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16417414932879003200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4199/61/1600/cartoon04.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330861.post-6564491865842771071</id><published>2007-10-10T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:11:45.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have a look at my sculptureshttp://ohnaturale.blogspot.com/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330861/posts/default/6564491865842771071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330861/posts/default/6564491865842771071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funink.blogspot.com/2007_10_07_archive.html#6564491865842771071' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16417414932879003200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4199/61/1600/cartoon04.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330861.post-5248220753267628259</id><published>2007-08-13T17:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T17:35:43.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have a look at my videos on dailymotion.comROSE BLANCHE 01Video sent by funink</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330861/posts/default/5248220753267628259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330861/posts/default/5248220753267628259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funink.blogspot.com/2007_08_12_archive.html#5248220753267628259' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16417414932879003200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4199/61/1600/cartoon04.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330861.post-6043613813420678712</id><published>2007-04-03T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:00:14.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bend Over a Novel'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A CHAPTER FROM MY NOVEL 'BEND OVER'Abdulla and Nassir sat on the hard wooden bench trying to get comfortable."They are not coming," Nassir said to his older cousin."They'll be here. We'll wait. We'll tell them what we've decided. Then we can go back to Akron and forget this nasty business."Nassir covered his eyes with his hands while Abdulla studied the young man, in front of them, with long </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330861/posts/default/6043613813420678712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330861/posts/default/6043613813420678712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funink.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6043613813420678712' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16417414932879003200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4199/61/1600/cartoon04.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330861.post-113103962632894232</id><published>2005-11-03T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T10:09:24.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Miss Discipline"That's getting into the weird zone!" the editor growled, when I finished pitching him the story I wanted to do. "Exactly my point," I said.The last couple of weeks, images of torture and degradation in Iraq's prisons, dominated the headlines. As the story cooled and drifted back a few pages, I wanted to do a background piece. Something on the deeper malignant causes within the US </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330861/posts/default/113103962632894232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330861/posts/default/113103962632894232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funink.blogspot.com/2005_10_30_archive.html#113103962632894232' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16417414932879003200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4199/61/1600/cartoon04.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330861.post-113019133664441057</id><published>2005-10-24T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:22:09.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our lives are but dreams and at some appointed hour each one of us will see those gossamer illusions dissolve?Red hot metal flies through the air so fast no human eye can see its path. It spews death furiously from the mouth of musket and cannon as rapidly as sweating men can load and fire. It tears into the line of soldiers ripping flesh from bone. Ripping wounds so deep even those who survive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330861/posts/default/113019133664441057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330861/posts/default/113019133664441057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funink.blogspot.com/2005_10_23_archive.html#113019133664441057' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16417414932879003200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4199/61/1600/cartoon04.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330861.post-112956885917846786</id><published>2005-10-17T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T11:24:32.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NatalieI can feel Natalie slipping out of my life like an image on poorly fixed celluloid. She fades further away each day as the etching of time subtly erodes what detail of her still remains. I am in the darkened theatre of my life, watching her greedy apparition dissolve to white.In the next reel I know she will take to the dance floor with a strange muscular man with large white teeth who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330861/posts/default/112956885917846786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330861/posts/default/112956885917846786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funink.blogspot.com/2005_10_16_archive.html#112956885917846786' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16417414932879003200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4199/61/1600/cartoon04.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330861.post-112913274986449898</id><published>2005-10-12T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T11:28:47.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>REPTILIAN EMPIREA Novel by Paul CormanWhat if Climate Change is not an accident but part of a diabolical plan to alter Earth's atmosphere for Alien colonization? What if the purpose of human life on Earth is to create lots of CO2, for oxygen sensitive Reptilian Empire? Could humans be just a chemical agent introduced to the planet-like alcohol-producing bacteria in wine? What if there are Humans </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330861/posts/default/112913274986449898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330861/posts/default/112913274986449898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funink.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112913274986449898' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16417414932879003200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4199/61/1600/cartoon04.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330861.post-109692633392635917</id><published>2004-10-04T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T11:30:58.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Fairy Tale Once upon a time, far, far away, there was a beautiful planet that nurtured all the creatures that lived there. The people on the planet had everything they needed to be happy. Eventually though, some of them decided they needed more and became selfish and greedy.These greedy ones began to enslave and kill their brothers and sisters. They said this was OK because it was part of God's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330861/posts/default/109692633392635917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330861/posts/default/109692633392635917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funink.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109692633392635917' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16417414932879003200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4199/61/1600/cartoon04.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330861.post-109692605744735241</id><published>2004-10-04T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T10:11:58.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paul's BiographyMy agent recently asked me to write a biography, which he'll use to pitch my column for syndication, the next time he talks to Rupert Murdoch or Conrad Black. Mad Magazine and Soldier of Fortune have also expressed some interest, although I'm not sure associating myself with either of those publications will introduced me to the literary market I so desperately yearn for. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330861/posts/default/109692605744735241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330861/posts/default/109692605744735241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funink.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109692605744735241' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16417414932879003200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4199/61/1600/cartoon04.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330861.post-109692568806451265</id><published>2004-10-04T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T09:09:57.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Humiliation TVFrom: "Bix Bigshot" To: "Paul Corman" &lt;funink@msn.com&gt;Subject: Reality TV Show OutlinePaul: The whole creative team here at Exploitation TV is totally blown away by your idea. We agree, Reality TV is in desperate need of a 'reality check'. The market is wide open for an 'Idol Type' show, like the one you pitched us.You are right. If we cut the fat that makes up the bulk of those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330861/posts/default/109692568806451265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330861/posts/default/109692568806451265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funink.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109692568806451265' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16417414932879003200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4199/61/1600/cartoon04.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330861.post-109692549033600995</id><published>2004-10-04T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T10:13:34.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Death of Rocky RaccoonALGONQUIN PARK-Enraged animals went on a rampage in this Nature Park, during the week, in retaliation for the death of animal leader Rocky Raccoon, who was killed in what police are calling a vehicular related accident.Rocky died in an apparent hit and run, on a lonely stretch of Highway 60, just inside the boundary of Algonquin Park. His body was found Thursday morning </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330861/posts/default/109692549033600995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330861/posts/default/109692549033600995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funink.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109692549033600995' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16417414932879003200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4199/61/1600/cartoon04.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
