<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Mummified on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/mummified/</link><description>Recent content in Mummified on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/mummified/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Hotel California</title><link>/stories/2009/12/20/hotel-california/</link><pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/12/20/hotel-california/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This is a story about a song we all know and have most likely sung in a drunken stupor at some karaoke bar. Hotel California, you can check out but you can never leave, to be exact. Set just outside of Vegas, this small 3 storey hotel was a beautiful sight. Although it was not as grand as the Luxor or the palace, it had its own appeal of being a nice quiet place to relax to or so our poor Eddie thought.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>