<?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-24596315</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:00:18.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PREVUZE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prevuze2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prevuze2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Prevuze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/737/1600/Nicky.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596315.post-6354146591668159048</id><published>2009-04-11T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T05:50:33.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe &amp; Irene</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--—Picture--&gt;NOTE – you can now follow Prevuze on twitter at: http://twitter.com/prevuzePrevuze II has a video of the daily show previews, which should be available by noon (EST) on any given day.  To see Prevuze II: CLICK HERE</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/6354146591668159048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/6354146591668159048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prevuze2.blogspot.com/2009/04/chloe-irene.html' title='Chloe &amp; Irene'/><author><name>Prevuze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/737/1600/Nicky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rq6TrnkDdZI/Sd3mzzP3_NI/AAAAAAAASFI/Zu7f8qlX0GA/s72-c/Chloe_Irene_041009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596315.post-4190846694774462095</id><published>2008-08-29T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T03:51:02.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DOOL Satellite Update</title><summary type='text'>First of all, as you probably know, we received a lot of comments yesterday and I got scads of email.  It is always my policy to respond to every email personally but yesterday I just couldn't get to every one what with everything going on.  Please accept my apology for that and know that I read every email and followed every suggestion.  I always appreciate your comments and email.I'm also going</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/4190846694774462095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/4190846694774462095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prevuze2.blogspot.com/2008/08/dool-satellite-update.html' title='DOOL Satellite Update'/><author><name>Prevuze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/737/1600/Nicky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596315.post-1658200584201482826</id><published>2008-03-21T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:25:56.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Voyage</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--—Picture--&gt;Here's hoping your weekend is shockingly great.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/1658200584201482826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/1658200584201482826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prevuze2.blogspot.com/2008/03/voyage.html' title='The Voyage'/><author><name>Prevuze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/737/1600/Nicky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rq6TrnkDdZI/R-OoQZi4ioI/AAAAAAAAJbo/3iwb9L8mkCc/s72-c/Shelle_Claire_032208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596315.post-4763553438627863337</id><published>2007-02-04T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T06:13:32.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prevuze Is Back On Its Original Site</title><summary type='text'>Prevuze is now posting everything at its original site.  You will be directed to this site within 10 seconds because the DiMeras are in control.If you are not redirected to Prevuze within ten seconds, please click the link below:http://prevuze.blogspot.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/4763553438627863337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/4763553438627863337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prevuze2.blogspot.com/2007/02/prevuze-is-back-on-its-original-site.html' title='Prevuze Is Back On Its Original Site'/><author><name>Prevuze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/737/1600/Nicky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596315.post-221423758067763806</id><published>2007-02-02T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T03:08:06.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prevuze Is Back</title><summary type='text'>Hey, troops, this past week was a tough one for Prevuze.  You pretty well know what happened, so we won't beat a dead horse, as we would if we were in Salem.  Bottom line, we lost the original Prevuze Blog.  We put up an alternate site but, especially at first, a lot of you couldn't find it.  Then the program we use on the Prevuze supercomputers to capture video started acting up.  On top of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/221423758067763806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/221423758067763806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prevuze2.blogspot.com/2007/02/prevuze-is-back.html' title='Prevuze Is Back'/><author><name>Prevuze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/737/1600/Nicky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596315.post-5342707604846627993</id><published>2007-02-02T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T15:45:32.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notice - Prevuze Issues</title><summary type='text'>If you have been looking for Prevuze for the past several days and have not been able to find it, here is the story.  Blogger forced us to convert to its new system, which has not worked well for large blogs.  After the switch, we were unable to post anything on the Prevuze site at all.  Today, Blogger notified us that the Prevuze issue has been repaired.During the time of Prevuze absence, we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/5342707604846627993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/5342707604846627993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prevuze2.blogspot.com/2007/02/notice-prevuze-issues.html' title='Notice - Prevuze Issues'/><author><name>Prevuze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/737/1600/Nicky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596315.post-813342963584767350</id><published>2007-02-02T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:25:56.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To The Land Of Misfits</title><summary type='text'>Kayla comes into Chez Rouge and smiles as she sees Patch across the room.  As she goes toward him, Patch sucks beer out of a longneck.  He wipes his sleeve on his mouth and rips out a belch that rocks Salem.  Kayla thinks it was soooo nice of Patch to do this.  Yeah, it's tough arranging a night out at a restaurant.  She wonders if this is his way of avoiding the call to Benjy.  EJ walks in.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/813342963584767350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/813342963584767350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prevuze2.blogspot.com/2007/02/welcome-to-land-of-misfits.html' title='Welcome To The Land Of Misfits'/><author><name>Prevuze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/737/1600/Nicky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rq6TrnkDdZI/RcIwmEZkzxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AAXRYcfko4Q/s72-c/Belle_020207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596315.post-2995651377990830097</id><published>2007-02-01T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:25:56.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacup Poodle</title><summary type='text'>Sami and Kate are at Chez Rouge with the big honcho producer Harry Samuels, and the director Bruce.  These people just can't stop eating.  Anyway, Sami thanks Kate for doing this, but Kate cautions her it's not a done-deal because these Hollywood types are so hinky.  Especially the ones who produce shows like DOOL.EJ shows Lucas the ropes.  He tells him Kate is organizing some sort of spectacular</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/2995651377990830097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/2995651377990830097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prevuze2.blogspot.com/2007/02/teacup-poodle.html' title='Teacup Poodle'/><author><name>Prevuze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/737/1600/Nicky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq6TrnkDdZI/RcChG3ZmbbI/AAAAAAAAADw/SRC00cIGOQQ/s72-c/Belle2_020107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596315.post-3808386518435914208</id><published>2007-01-31T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:25:56.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge Is Like Ice Cream - Best Served Cold</title><summary type='text'>Nick and the brat are on the plane to Toronto.  Chelsea snoozes on his shoulder.  Nick slowly leans down a little and sniffs her hair.  Like, most people, though, he's allergic to the toxic little spore.  He suddenly whangs out a sneeze that practically changes the course of the plane, if not the earth itself.  The brat wakes up and sarcastically snaps, "WHAT WAS THAT – A WING?"  ARE WE GOING </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/3808386518435914208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/3808386518435914208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prevuze2.blogspot.com/2007/01/revenge-is-like-ice-cream-best-served.html' title='Revenge Is Like Ice Cream - Best Served Cold'/><author><name>Prevuze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/737/1600/Nicky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rq6TrnkDdZI/RcCNnXZmbWI/AAAAAAAAADI/MV7XpLrhGPI/s72-c/Virgin_Airlines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596315.post-2278493345590319619</id><published>2007-01-30T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:25:57.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>King Of Dorks</title><summary type='text'>Nick and the brat are in a car discussing what they will do when they get to Toronto.  The brat tells him they have arranged to meet Shawn and Belle, "At a door in the back of an alley."  Nick feels Shawn and Belle have hooked up with the kind of people who know how to fly under the radar.  The brat tells him he knows everything, which degenerates quickly into an argument over who is the most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/2278493345590319619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/2278493345590319619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prevuze2.blogspot.com/2007/01/king-of-dorks.html' title='King Of Dorks'/><author><name>Prevuze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/737/1600/Nicky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rq6TrnkDdZI/Rb3qb3ZmbII/AAAAAAAAABc/iwVUL-56CJ4/s72-c/Shake_013007.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596315.post-638444753400900287</id><published>2007-01-29T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:25:57.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow The Bouncing Bradys</title><summary type='text'>Max drags himself into his garage.  Phillip comes in to see him.  Max can't believe he came down there.  Phillip says he didn't come down to fight.  "That's too bad," says Max, "Because you're gonna get a piece of me anyway.""You'd get a piece of me, too," says Phillip, "But there aren't many left."Max tells him Mimi could have died in that trunk.  Phillip claims he did it what had to be done.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/638444753400900287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/638444753400900287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prevuze2.blogspot.com/2007/01/follow-bouncing-bradys.html' title='Follow The Bouncing Bradys'/><author><name>Prevuze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/737/1600/Nicky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rq6TrnkDdZI/RbvMi3ZmbHI/AAAAAAAAABU/RuQUeiqEGTw/s72-c/GreatLiterature.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596315.post-1734109316486915589</id><published>2007-01-26T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T12:33:16.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Problems</title><summary type='text'>On Thursday, January 25, Blogger required Prevuze to convert to it's "new and improved" system, which, as it turned out, does not support large blogs.  As a result, we can no longer publish to the original Blogger site until Blogger fixes its bug.  We have no way of letting our readers know where we have gone because we cannot even post a small notice to let them know.What Blogger has done is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/1734109316486915589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/1734109316486915589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prevuze2.blogspot.com/2007/01/blogger-problems.html' title='Blogger Problems'/><author><name>Prevuze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/737/1600/Nicky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596315.post-1013987056121734192</id><published>2007-01-26T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:25:57.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drugged Out Wild Man</title><summary type='text'>Max and Mimi come into Roman's office. Roman drops the EJ bomb. Besides everything else going on they had to release him today. Mimi slams her bag-o'-bones onto Roman's desk. He asks where she found it.Patch comes home. Kayla asks how he is doing. He says he's a little sore from being on the road. Literally. Kayla sees his bruises. He tells her about the "evasive action" he took. Kayla thinks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/1013987056121734192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/1013987056121734192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prevuze2.blogspot.com/2007/01/drugged-out-wild-man-max-and-mimi-come.html' title='Drugged Out Wild Man'/><author><name>Prevuze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/737/1600/Nicky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rq6TrnkDdZI/RblCYnZmbCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OEXzcGR6nfo/s72-c/Roman_012607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596315.post-116652890359730381</id><published>2006-12-19T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T04:01:10.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Billie hugs Steve.  She's been going crazy waiting for him to get back.  Steve needs some place private to talk.  Billie is happy he wants to be alone with her.Roman and Bo sit at a table in the pub. They talk about the Max, Mimi, Victor situation.  "My old man," says Bo, "What a guy.""Hey," says Roman, "Pop is your real dad.  Mom made a mistake, but she stayed married to him all these years </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/116652890359730381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/116652890359730381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prevuze2.blogspot.com/2006/12/billie-hugs-steve.html' title=''/><author><name>Prevuze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/737/1600/Nicky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596315.post-114587981373569668</id><published>2006-04-24T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T04:56:53.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Salem's Biggest SnakesHope slings a piece of paper. She can't believe it. How could Bo give up on them? She calls Jennifer. Jennifer bawls her out. She isn't happy about the divorce. She won't let it happen.Frankie wants to know if Bo has any leads on Lockhart. "No," snarls Bo, "And if I catch him anywhere near my wife again, I'll teach him the legend of the flying fists. You can shred those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/114587981373569668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/114587981373569668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prevuze2.blogspot.com/2006/04/salems-biggest-snakes-hope-slings.html' title=''/><author><name>Prevuze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/737/1600/Nicky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596315.post-114582574196206601</id><published>2006-04-23T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T14:00:33.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reilly and Jabba...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/114582574196206601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/114582574196206601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prevuze2.blogspot.com/2006/04/reilly-and-jabba.html' title=''/><author><name>Prevuze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/737/1600/Nicky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596315.post-7647370529256952784</id><published>2005-01-01T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T00:41:29.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agent Reed</title><summary type='text'>JR gives Belle a wedding present. It's beautiful. It means everything to her.Nicole sits a BB's hospital bed and tells him how lucky he is he wasn't seriously hurt. He says he's going to the wedding anyway. She tells him to lie back and relax. Chloe listens outside the curtain. Nicole leaves. Chloe goes in. She touches BB as he sleeps. "Brady," she says. Brady, still asleep, of course, asks, "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/7647370529256952784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596315/posts/default/7647370529256952784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prevuze2.blogspot.com/2005/01/jr-gives-belle-wedding-present.html' title='Agent Reed'/><author><name>Prevuze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/737/1600/Nicky.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
