<?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-18068492</id><updated>2011-12-02T20:39:27.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Log of Poo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logofpoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068492/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logofpoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Crapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09539362653250885151</uri><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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068492.post-113035190620072020</id><published>2005-10-26T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T11:38:26.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afternoon Delight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1724/1759/1600/IMGP1091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1724/1759/320/IMGP1091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made bacon and eggs this morning for breakfast. I burnt the bacon, and the eggs were gross. However, I think that they may have contributed to these pieces of crap, which were rather soft. It is strange for me to defecate in the mid afternoon, however, I can't say that I've been in a definite poo routine, or "poutine" since the summer. Stay Classy,&lt;br /&gt;Pooper Mcgoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068492-113035190620072020?l=logofpoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logofpoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113035190620072020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068492&amp;postID=113035190620072020' title='66 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068492/posts/default/113035190620072020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068492/posts/default/113035190620072020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logofpoo.blogspot.com/2005/10/afternoon-delight.html' title='Afternoon Delight'/><author><name>Crapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09539362653250885151</uri><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>66</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068492.post-113025400693928129</id><published>2005-10-25T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T08:26:46.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Glory</title><content type='html'>As I was typing up the post for yesterday's fecal ejections, I felt that characteristic abdominal pressure that screams "I gotta crap!" So I quickly posted, then went up to the throne and launched this fell&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1724/1759/1600/IMGP1090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1724/1759/320/IMGP1090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather impressed with this one, for a number of reasons: A) I figured I would've been fairly empty after yesterdays loaf B) the length and slimness of this sculpture, and C) the overall esthetic charm of her. Perhaps it is a continuation of that huge burger I ate yesterday. I had another orange this morning too. Note the different angle of the camera. This is because I was pooing in a different bathroom today. There was a wall in the way of where I normally stand to take a picture, so I took it from the other side, and also, this was a particularly soft and wet stool, so I was compelled to move very carefully while standing pre-wipe...I wanted to choose the easiest angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooper Mcgoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068492-113025400693928129?l=logofpoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logofpoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113025400693928129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068492&amp;postID=113025400693928129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068492/posts/default/113025400693928129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068492/posts/default/113025400693928129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logofpoo.blogspot.com/2005/10/morning-glory.html' title='Morning Glory'/><author><name>Crapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09539362653250885151</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068492.post-113025320018456557</id><published>2005-10-25T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T08:13:20.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale of Two Bowel Movements</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1724/1759/1600/IMGP1084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1724/1759/320/IMGP1084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Morning. I wake up early. I walk the dog. It was rainy and cold. It was still dark when the dog started circling in his usual crap-spot hunt. I say outloud "SUCCESS!" but then quickly hush myself so that I don't draw attention, cause I hate picking up dog crap. As he unloads, I feel an abdominal pressure. This one feels big. I rush home, and go upstairs to where I must go. I disrobe, and sit down. I squeeze. *plop* *plop* *teeny weeny splash*. Not much poo came out...I squeeze harder...another little turd falls. I'm pretty disappointed. Anyway, life goes on. I hadn't defecated the previous day, so I was hoping this would be a big one, but the result was anticlimactic. The previous day I'd had a bowl of oatmeal for breaky, a spicy chicken sandwich combo from wendy's for lunch, and roast beef with potatoes, squash, peas, etc. for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Monday, I sent this beauty into a watery exile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1724/1759/1600/IMGP1085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1724/1759/320/IMGP1085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an orange for breakfast, a huge  burger for lunch (which explains the large mass of this one), and some chicken strips on a bun for supper. Also accounting for the size was the food I'd consumed the previous day, only a small fraction of which came out in the morning's escapoode. You'll note that this is the only photo that contains TP. This is actually a kleenex disposed of in the toilet prior to defecation. I photograph my work before wiping so that the beauty of the bread is preserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooper Mcgoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068492-113025320018456557?l=logofpoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logofpoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113025320018456557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068492&amp;postID=113025320018456557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068492/posts/default/113025320018456557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068492/posts/default/113025320018456557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logofpoo.blogspot.com/2005/10/tale-of-two-bowel-movements.html' title='A Tale of Two Bowel Movements'/><author><name>Crapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09539362653250885151</uri><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-18068492.post-113002176104517697</id><published>2005-10-22T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T15:56:01.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Days Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1724/1759/1600/IMGP1073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1724/1759/320/IMGP1073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I didn't really feel a need to move my bowels, so I figured I'd wait til tonight so that I'd have an impressive load for display. My immediate thought when I saw this was "I don't recall eating meatballs" (as that is what my stool resembles). This beast was wonderful to get out. I found my gameboy (circa 1991) and was playing Super Mario for like half an hour (which may explain the &lt;em&gt;teabag effect &lt;/em&gt;in the bottom part of the bowl, where the pooey colour has leeched into the water...a sort of poo tea). Anyway, I ate a bowl of oatmeal yesterday morning, a quiche with caesar salad for lunch, and a couple burgers for supper. Today, I had bacon and pancakes for breakfast, no real lunch to speak of, and a chicken lasagna for supper. I had bread with the supper, and I ate an orange about an hour before hand. I think I may have had a handful of chips at some point. Anyway, a note about the photography. Today and yesterday's beauties have been photographed with my camera's "flower" setting, which I figure is best for close up shots. If any photographers are about, and have any advice or anything on fecaltography, just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooper Mcgoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068492-113002176104517697?l=logofpoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logofpoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113002176104517697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068492&amp;postID=113002176104517697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068492/posts/default/113002176104517697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068492/posts/default/113002176104517697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logofpoo.blogspot.com/2005/10/two-days-work.html' title='Two Days Work'/><author><name>Crapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09539362653250885151</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068492.post-113002107455592702</id><published>2005-10-22T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T15:46:58.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>evening deposit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1724/1759/1600/IMGP1072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1724/1759/320/IMGP1072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the evening of the 20th, I took this lovely specimen. I had had a fairly standard diet that day, with a small bowl of Lucky Charms for breakfast, a Harvey's grilled chicken sandwich for lunch, and some pasta for supper. It was similar to the previous day's delightful dropping. It was a pleasure to give birth to this darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooper Mcgoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068492-113002107455592702?l=logofpoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logofpoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113002107455592702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068492&amp;postID=113002107455592702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068492/posts/default/113002107455592702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068492/posts/default/113002107455592702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logofpoo.blogspot.com/2005/10/evening-deposit.html' title='evening deposit'/><author><name>Crapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09539362653250885151</uri><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-18068492.post-112983483735995039</id><published>2005-10-20T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T16:20:44.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>midnight poo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1724/1759/1600/IMGP10711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1724/1759/320/IMGP10711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night at around twenty after twelve, I took a poo. I had had oatmeal for breakfast, a peanut butter sandwich for lunch, and a big steak for supper. I also consumed a few 2 bite brownies throughout the day. This poo was heavy. It was solid, yet wet and slimey. It was a well formed stool and was not unattractive. It was quite a relief to get it out. It was a routine poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooper Mcgoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068492-112983483735995039?l=logofpoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logofpoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112983483735995039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068492&amp;postID=112983483735995039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068492/posts/default/112983483735995039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068492/posts/default/112983483735995039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logofpoo.blogspot.com/2005/10/midnight-poo.html' title='midnight poo'/><author><name>Crapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09539362653250885151</uri><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-18068492.post-112978129502444957</id><published>2005-10-19T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T21:08:15.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To Log of Poo</title><content type='html'>Greetings&lt;br /&gt;I have set up this weblog to document my bowel movements. I will post every time I defecate, describing the experience, including the stool consistency, the food I'd recently eaten, and any other interesting stuff. I hope to include pictures whenever possible. I hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooper McGoo&lt;br /&gt;Sudbury ON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068492-112978129502444957?l=logofpoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logofpoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112978129502444957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068492&amp;postID=112978129502444957' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068492/posts/default/112978129502444957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068492/posts/default/112978129502444957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logofpoo.blogspot.com/2005/10/welcome-to-log-of-poo.html' title='Welcome To Log of Poo'/><author><name>Crapper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09539362653250885151</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
