<?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-2470413029386477235</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:57:35.381-08:00</updated><category term='Munch'/><category term='Doctor Who'/><category term='The Pretender'/><category term='7 words you can&apos;t say'/><category term='years'/><category term='DVDs'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='george carlin'/><category term='Law and Order'/><category term='videos'/><category term='watching'/><category term='Donna'/><category term='other blogs'/><category term='Geek'/><category term='why questions'/><category term='Gay Pride'/><category term='Boomers'/><category term='Noel Clarke'/><category term='Garbage'/><category term='cell phones'/><category term='Captain Jack'/><category term='Torchwood'/><category term='Stabler'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='Companions'/><category term='Brisco'/><category term='1st post'/><category term='Television'/><category term='love'/><category term='Eureka'/><category term='Mickey Smith'/><category term='Season Finale'/><category term='thinking'/><title type='text'>Everybody Lives, Today Everybody Lives!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>I got a Blog and now 
I have to play with it!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470413029386477235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Awytch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14294502269399286701</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470413029386477235.post-2833569225857200610</id><published>2008-09-11T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T06:42:19.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SMkgKkUY5FI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gNKKmPfsogQ/s1600-h/fianll911challenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SI2eBd_XE6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/hD7Z3dSkDts/s320/00022935-434785_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have discovered that Tequila and my local Book/Movie store cause dollar deficits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to have a little friend time yesterday and had one too many martoonis (figuratively speaking, mind you, because Jose Cuervo RULES!!) anyway we had a few 'Ritas and talked abit, went to get some stuff from the grocery and then I went to the BOOKSTORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad idea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent way to much (but I got all of my fav mags and)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EUREKA season 2!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228008487572404450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SI2eBTB6-OI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ujaB_Y3QIRA/s320/51OSVF8mLOL__SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then to top off my good movie luck, today I found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The Pretender season 1 for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;20 BUCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228010543859292018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SI2f4_S613I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Kgv3Z9JS6Ik/s320/the_pretender-show.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I like television ALOT, and since my cable company lost my business, I have discovered I enjoy finding old shows and introducing them to other people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have more DVDs now than I ever figured on owning &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(We are NOT going to count my General Hospital tapes, EVER, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;seriously I mean it&lt;/span&gt;, never going to count them EVER)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but since I really never planned on owning any TV on DVD but now I own a BUNCH, I do believe I was mistaken in my original beliefs, which means I am a GEEK..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See this is how I've always seen me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228016397866985698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SI2lNvLHaOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RtqhiJ4dbao/s320/dolphinHair~2003~bam13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But this is how I seem to really be:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228020503145778418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SI2o8sh2jPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/4Mp6knQEDvo/s320/image0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A GEEK, me at my life stage? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A GEEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And I am enjoying it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470413029386477235-7870466842415404170?l=thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/7870466842415404170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470413029386477235&amp;postID=7870466842415404170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470413029386477235/posts/default/7870466842415404170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470413029386477235/posts/default/7870466842415404170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com/2008/07/eureka.html' title='Eureka!!'/><author><name>Awytch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14294502269399286701</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SI2eBd_XE6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/hD7Z3dSkDts/s72-c/00022935-434785_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470413029386477235.post-1295072273247619810</id><published>2008-07-16T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:58:27.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mickey Smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noel Clarke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watching'/><title type='text'>Mickey Smith..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once upon a time there was a London boy called Mickey Smith and he had a girlfriend named Rose Tyler...... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223626591153491298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SH4MtWz9DWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NgSnep6h_jk/s320/dw200501-009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we ALL know how that turned out, she went off with The Doctor and he got left behind with her mother and then the Cyberman and The Daleks came and off he went because that's what a good ex does, he lives HIS life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223615066348051074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SH4COhkN2oI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ssdM0GCWgWY/s320/s4_13_wal_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, there's more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that Mickey's alter ego wasn't really named Rickey and he didn't live on "Pete's World", his name is really Noel Clarke and he turms out to be a director and an actor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he seems to have called it quits on being Mickey Smith ever again :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MICKEY SMITH BACK FOR THE VERY LAST TIME... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jul 04, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a Doctor Who fan and DO NOT like spoilers do not read any further....&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On DOCTOR WHO this Saturday MICKEY SMITH aka NOEL CLARKE (yours truly) is back. And probably (and as far as I'm concerned) the very last time. So any Doctor who fans make sure you switch on an catch your boy in the tardis for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://noelclarke.co.uk/mickey-smith-back-very-last-time"&gt;read the rest here:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The reason I am bring this up is because I wanted to see Mickey Smith again, after the way Doctor Who's series 4 ended I was hoping that maybe Mickey and NOT Martha would become part of the Torchwood Team but apparently if wishes were horses beggars could ride..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will keep my eye open for more movies, shows and other projects from Noel Clarke but honestly, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223621956950219090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SH4IfnDy2VI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VpSqgdSNNa8/s320/Doctor+Who+413+Journey%27s+End+240_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say it ain't so, Mickey...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223622648656960898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SH4JH33iHYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/R3JyK3VSWmo/s320/Doctor+Who+413+Journey%27s+End+240_0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470413029386477235-1295072273247619810?l=thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/1295072273247619810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470413029386477235&amp;postID=1295072273247619810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470413029386477235/posts/default/1295072273247619810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470413029386477235/posts/default/1295072273247619810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com/2008/07/mickey-smith.html' title='Mickey Smith..'/><author><name>Awytch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14294502269399286701</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SH4MtWz9DWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NgSnep6h_jk/s72-c/dw200501-009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470413029386477235.post-3509572742858463023</id><published>2008-07-14T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:47:50.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boomers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cell phones'/><title type='text'>Generations???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;According to a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vocuspr.vocus.com/vocuspr30/Temp/Sites/2625/1ad0f5725cdb4adbbadfd89a6562c902/Nationwide%20Survey%20On%20the%20Go%20w.tips.pdf" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;survey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; released earlier this year by &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Nationwide Mutual Insurance Company" href="http://www.computerworld.com/action/inform.do?command=search&amp;amp;searchTerms=Nationwide+Mutual+Insurance+Company"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nationwide Mutual Insurance Co.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, 37% of so-called Generation Y drivers -- those 23 years old or younger -- admitted to texting or engaging in instant messaging while driving, compared with 17% of Gen X drivers (those 24 to 46) and 2% of baby boomers (age 47 to 67).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if the Boomer years were &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1946-1964&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Gen X years are &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1965-1982&lt;/span&gt; (1979 is also mentioned as the cut-off date)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Gen Y years are &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1980-1994&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the above blurb was published in May 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a baby boomer would stop being named a boomer in 1960 not 1964....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which would leave those born between 1961 and 1964 as little orphanics without a name to hang their neuroses upon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait they have given those poor lost orphincs a name: &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Generation Jones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whoever is naming these lost lambs has highjacked all of them born between 1954 and 1964 and they have given them their own set of connotations as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) a large, anonymous generation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) the slang term “jonesin,” which refers here to the unrequited craving felt by this generation of unfulfilled expectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have even written about this new set of generational titling: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favorite so far is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've finally found my generation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/article396396.ece"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/article396396.ece&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess it's cool that the whole world is being divided into sets and subsets that can "belong" together and can bitch about all the other sets and subsets and how "those" people are ruining "our" air earth, benefits, the country ---------(fill in the blank) but wouldn't it be easier just to lump us all together as "human" and try to work together??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Probably not...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We can't even manage to use a cell phone with common sense.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470413029386477235-3509572742858463023?l=thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/3509572742858463023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470413029386477235&amp;postID=3509572742858463023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470413029386477235/posts/default/3509572742858463023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470413029386477235/posts/default/3509572742858463023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com/2008/07/generations.html' title='Generations???'/><author><name>Awytch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14294502269399286701</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-2470413029386477235.post-2963524066239861195</id><published>2008-07-11T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:58:28.357-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Companions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>For my favorite companions..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221784177805057794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SHeBCyPTXwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/B9ltwc2Ok40/s320/tildie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FROM: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE DOG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear God: Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear God: When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it still the same old story? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear God: Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We do love a nice ride! Would it be so hard to rename the "Chrysler Eagle" the Chrysler Beagle"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear God: If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear God: We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beeper s, scent ID's, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths What do humans understand? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear God: More meatballs, less spaghetti, please. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear God: Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear God: Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a good dog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it or after they throw it up. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Except in our house, the cat eats the dog's food, the cat has intimidation DOWN!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.. I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 I will not munch on "leftovers" in the kitty litter box, although they are tasty. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. The diaper pail is not a cookie jar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. The sofa is not a 'face towel'. Neither are Mom and Dad's laps. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. My head does not belong in the refrigerator.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;(And I will try to forget I KNOW how to open it BY MYSELF!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. I will not bite the officer's hand when he reaches in for Mom's driver's license and registration. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is an unacceptable way of saying "hello".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;(And checking out whether they have the "right" tail is not OK, either!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. I don't need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm under the coffee table.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Even if my head is harder than the table and I look so funny when I do it!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.. I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house - not after.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(That is why we have a Porch after all!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. I will not throw up in the car.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Or the kitchen and when Mom tries to get me outside, I WILL GO, someday!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Especially not when Mom has JUST vaccumed!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch when we have company. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. The cat is not a 'squeaky toy' so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it's usually not a good thing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And, finally, my last question... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear God: When I get to Heaven, may I have my testicles back?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221783807836564770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SHeAtP_8LSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rMbp7esgfXg/s320/crumpie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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companions..'/><author><name>Awytch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14294502269399286701</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SHeBCyPTXwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/B9ltwc2Ok40/s72-c/tildie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470413029386477235.post-855408711145168519</id><published>2008-07-04T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T20:58:59.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/7490728.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/7490728.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And they say the British have no sense of humour!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470413029386477235-855408711145168519?l=thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/855408711145168519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470413029386477235&amp;postID=855408711145168519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470413029386477235/posts/default/855408711145168519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470413029386477235/posts/default/855408711145168519'/><link rel='alternate' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watched the 1st part of the series 4 season finale of Doctor Who, and it was a good thing one of my companions was around to keep my impulsive behavior in check because I just might have thrown the computer in total absolute bemusing wonderment at the ending (before the TO BE CONTINUED) of the episode.............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TW66viwgu68&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TW66viwgu68&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I repeat for those who havent seen this episode yet,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU MUST NOT THROW THE COMPUTER!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470413029386477235-154812277082553248?l=thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/154812277082553248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470413029386477235&amp;postID=154812277082553248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470413029386477235/posts/default/154812277082553248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470413029386477235/posts/default/154812277082553248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com/2008/06/must-not-throw-computer.html' title='must not throw the computer...................'/><author><name>Awytch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14294502269399286701</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-2470413029386477235.post-1108686736829618863</id><published>2008-06-23T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:58:29.263-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george carlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7 words you can&apos;t say'/><title type='text'>Seven Words: or The Thinking Man's Comic is Gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SF_4QC64WOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Zww3qEwMDLk/s1600-h/george_carlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215159848063752418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SF_4QC64WOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Zww3qEwMDLk/s320/george_carlin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I love words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for hearing my words. I want to tell you something about words that I think is important. They're my work, they're my play, they're my passion. Words are all we have, really. We have thoughts but thoughts are fluid. Then we assign a word to a thought and we're stuck with that word for that thought, so be careful with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think that the same words that hurt can heal, it is a matter of how you pick them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people that are not into all the words. There are some that would have you not use certain words. There are 400,000 words in the English language and there are 7 of them you can't say on television. What a ratio that is.399,993 to 7. They must really be bad. They'd have to be outrageous to be seperated from a group that large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you over here, you 7, Bad Words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what they told us they were, remember? "That's a bad word!" No bad words, bad thoughts, bad intentions, and words. You know the 7, don't you, that you can't say on television?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, CockSucker, MotherFucker, and Tits"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the heavy seven. Those are the ones that'll infect your soul, curve your spine, and keep the country from winning the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, CockSucker, MotherFucker, and Tits"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Tits doesn't even belong on the list. That is such a friendly sounding word. It sounds like a nickname, right? "Hey, Tits, come here,man. Hey Tits, meet Toots. Toots, Tits. Tits, Toots." It sounds like a snack, doesn't it? Yes, I know, it is a snack. I don't mean your sexist snack. I mean New Nabisco Tits!, and new Cheese Tits, CornTits,Pizza Tits, Sesame Tits, Onion Tits, Tater Tits. "Betcha Can't Eat Just One." That's true. I usually switch off. But I mean, that word does not belong on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually none of the words belong on the list, but you can understand why some of them are there. I'm not completely insensetive to people's feelings. I can understand why some of those words got on the list, like CockSucker and MotherFucker. Those are heavyweight words. There is a lot going on there. Besides the literal translation and the emotional feeling. I mean, they're just busy words. There's a lot of syllables to contend with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those Ks, those are agressive sounds. They just jump out at you like "coCKsuCKer, motherfuCKer. coCKsuCKer, motherfuCKer." It's like an assualt on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mentioned Shit earlier, and 2 of the other 4-letter Anglo-Saxon words are Piss and Cunt, which go together of course. A little accedental humor there. The reason that Piss and Cunt are on the list is because a long time ago, there were certain ladies that said "Those are the 2 I am not going to say. I don't mind Fuck and Shit but 'P' and 'C' are out.", which led to such stupid sentences as "Okay you fuckers, I'm going to tinkle now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, the word Fuck. I don't really, well that's more accedental humor, I don't wanna get into that now because I think it takes to long. But I do mean that. I think the word Fuck is a very imprortant word. It is the beginning of life, yet it is a word we use to hurt one another quite often. People much wiser than I am said,"I'd rather have my son watch a film with 2 people making love than 2 people trying to kill one another. I, of course, can agree. It is a great sentence. I wish I knew who said it first. I agree with that but I like to take it a step further. I'd like to substitute the word Fuck for the word Kill in all of those movie cliches we grew up with."Okay, Sheriff, we're gonna Fuck you now, but we're gonna Fuck you slow." So maybe next year I'll have a whole fuckin' ramp on the N word. I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the 7 you can never say on television, under any circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just cannot say them ever ever ever. Not even clinically. You cannot weave them in on the panel with Doc, Ed and Johnny. I mean, it is just impossible. Forget those 7. They're out. But there are some 2-way words, those double-meaning words. Remember the ones you giggled at in sixth grade? "...And the cock CROWED 3 times" "Hey, the cock CROWED 3 times. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's in the bible. There are some 2-way words, like it is okay for Kirk Youdi to say "Roberto Clametti has 2 balls on him.", but he can't say "I think he hurt his balls on that play, Tony. Don't you? He's holding them. He must've hurt them, by God." and the other 2-way word that goes with that one is Prick. It's okay if it happens to your finger. You can prick your finger but don't finger your prick. No,no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;George Carlin May 12, 1937-June 22, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BTyzTJTNhNk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BTyzTJTNhNk&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215029087136230882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SF-BUwgVreI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3ONlSvTu_Yg/s320/513F1Jk4rnL__SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My Mother owned Class clown when I was growing up, and being the era I grew up in, we NEVER played it when there was company over, but I remember listening to it and watching my mother laugh with abandon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;That didn't happen much, so thank you for that memory of my Mother, George!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dcr8dm9Prkk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dcr8dm9Prkk&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;On War:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y_1lTIn0K-o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y_1lTIn0K-o&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I will miss George (nice simple, old-fashioned name for a very complicated, totally forward thinking man, the irony is one I am sure he did appreciate)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hopefully he won't be forgotten:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8HAGc521SAo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8HAGc521SAo&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_xPkYFH4imw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_xPkYFH4imw&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my most favorite George Carlin bit, and if you listen hard, and think it through, he is so very right!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rCz0-HY1TLU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rCz0-HY1TLU&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I got to see George Carlin in person one time and I laughed so hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So long, George, here's hoping Whatever Higher Power you are with now. doesn't mind laughing as much as the audience did that night!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="flashObj" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=" src="http://services.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/452319854" width="486" height="412" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=1612702118&amp;amp;playerId=452319854&amp;amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" seamlesstabbing="false" swliveconnect="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hey, George!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You made the mainstream!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(The WallStreet Journal, of all places!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry, Dude........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YphEUa5LPjM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YphEUa5LPjM&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I  hope you are "safe at home",  too....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470413029386477235-1108686736829618863?l=thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/1108686736829618863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470413029386477235&amp;postID=1108686736829618863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470413029386477235/posts/default/1108686736829618863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470413029386477235/posts/default/1108686736829618863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com/2008/06/seven-words-or-thinking-mans-comic-is.html' title='Seven Words: or The Thinking Man&apos;s Comic is Gone...'/><author><name>Awytch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14294502269399286701</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SF_4QC64WOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Zww3qEwMDLk/s72-c/george_carlin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470413029386477235.post-5819564696661507252</id><published>2008-06-16T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:58:29.980-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay Pride'/><title type='text'>For Del and Phyllis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SFbJdAfGgkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RcK_wtvN3s8/s1600-h/Colors1j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212575118911767106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SFbJdAfGgkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RcK_wtvN3s8/s320/Colors1j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Once upon a time the colors of the world started to quarrel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;All claimed that they were the best.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The most important.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The most useful.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The favorite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green&lt;/strong&gt; said: &lt;em&gt;"Clearly I am the most important. I am the sign of life and of hope. I was chosen for grass, trees and leaves. Without me, all animals would die. Look over the countryside and you will see that I am in the majority."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blue&lt;/strong&gt; interrupted: &lt;em&gt;"You only think about the earth, but consider the sky and the sea. It is the water that is the basis of life and drawn up by the clouds from the deep sea. The sky gives space and peace and serenity. Without my peace, you would all be nothing."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yellow&lt;/strong&gt; chuckled: &lt;em&gt;"You are all so serious. I bring laughter, gaiety, and warmth into the world. The sun is yellow, the moon is yellow, the stars are yellow. Every time you look at a sunflower, the whole world starts to smile. Without me there would be no fun."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orange&lt;/strong&gt; started next to blow her trumpet: &lt;em&gt;"I am the color of health and strength. I may be scarce, but I am precious for I serve the needs of human life. I carry the most important vitamins. Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes, and papayas. I don't hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise or sunset, my beauty is so striking that no one gives another thought to any of you." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red&lt;/strong&gt; could stand it no longer he shouted out: &lt;em&gt;"I am the ruler of all of you. I am blood - life's blood! I am the color of danger and of bravery. I am willing to fight for a cause. I bring fire into the blood. Without me, the earth would be as empty as the moon. I am the color of passion and of love, the red rose, the poinsettia and the poppy."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Purple&lt;/strong&gt; rose up to his full height: &lt;em&gt;He was very tall and spoke with great pomp: "I am the color of royalty and power. Kings, chiefs, and bishops have always chosen me for I am the sign of authority and wisdom. People do not question me! They listen and obey."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Finally &lt;strong&gt;Indigo&lt;/strong&gt; spoke, much more quietly than all the others, but with just as much determination: &lt;em&gt;"Think of me. I am the color of silence. You hardly notice me, but without me you all become superficial. I represent thought and reflection, twilight and deep water. You need me for balance and contrast, for prayer and inner peace."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so the colors went on boasting, each convinced of his or her own superiority. Their quarreling became louder and louder. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly there was a startling flash of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bright lightening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thunder rolled and boomed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rain started to pour down relentlessly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The colors crouched down in fear, drawing close to one another for comfort.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the midst of the clamor, rain began to speak:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; "You foolish colors, fighting amongst yourselves, each trying to dominate the rest. Don't you know that you were each made for a special purpose, unique and different? Join hands with one another and come to me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Doing as they were told, the colors united and joined hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The rain continued:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;From now on, when it rains, each of you will stretch across the sky in a great bow of color as a reminder that you can all live in peace.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; is a sign of hope for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And so, whenever a good rain washes the world, and a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; appears in the sky, let us remember to appreciate one another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't know/haven't heard of Phyllis and Del??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They're getting married!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SFbJsXm3CiI/AAAAAAAAADY/iETdowgX-8s/s1600-h/0511-0802-0723-1720.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212575382816360994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SFbJsXm3CiI/AAAAAAAAADY/iETdowgX-8s/s320/0511-0802-0723-1720.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25188169/?GT1=43001"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25188169/?GT1=43001&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470413029386477235-5819564696661507252?l=thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/5819564696661507252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470413029386477235&amp;postID=5819564696661507252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470413029386477235/posts/default/5819564696661507252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470413029386477235/posts/default/5819564696661507252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-del-and-phyllis.html' title='For Del and Phyllis'/><author><name>Awytch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14294502269399286701</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SFbJdAfGgkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RcK_wtvN3s8/s72-c/Colors1j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470413029386477235.post-241981356588766631</id><published>2008-06-11T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:58:31.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay Pride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Captain Jack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>hmmmmmmm, i was going to go to bed and THEN.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210518151167598818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SE96pugR4OI/AAAAAAAAACY/67aHCs2WrkE/s320/flag_nite_great1.jpg" width="418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I know better, I really do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that last click before I promised myself I would be in bed is always the killer..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I found this on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogography.com/"&gt;http://www.blogography.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;which led me to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://spiritofsaintlewis.blogspot.com/2008/06/stand-tall-with-pride.html"&gt;http://spiritofsaintlewis.blogspot.com/2008/06/stand-tall-with-pride.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;which led me to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://kellystern.net/2008/06/01/pride-month-daily-posts-below-this-one.aspx"&gt;http://kellystern.net/2008/06/01/pride-month-daily-posts-below-this-one.aspx&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;which led me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/life/microsites/G/gayometer/gayometer.html"&gt;http://www.channel4.com/life/microsites/G/gayometer/gayometer.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;which led to me posting the above picture (which is gorgeous, don't ya think??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Which led me to ask: " Would I shave my head?" (The answer I wanted to give was maybe, but they only allowed "Yes" or "NO WAY!") of my companions, who answered with 5 woofs and 1 "Depends" (Lot of help they are!)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But along the way I found out I am 60% GAY (apparently that makes me a "Happy, well adjusted hetero BABE") nice to know that someone (something?) thinks I am well adjusted and a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BABE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So what do you say to someone who wants a coming out story and the only story you an think of is the one where you saw a man die and all you could think of was "That's how my life ends?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I guess you leave well enough alone and say to all the Gay and Lesbians out there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SE-DhL9e_hI/AAAAAAAAACo/RAJ-hyOnmwk/s1600-h/jackavi.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210527900060548626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SE-DhL9e_hI/AAAAAAAAACo/RAJ-hyOnmwk/s320/jackavi.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be who you want to be because in the end we are all ashes and dust and the only real legacy we leave is the one we write ourselves..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So love who you want and love who you can and do no harm.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's not like you really need my permission, now is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And have a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Month!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210531401413062338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SE-Gs_g-bsI/AAAAAAAAACw/TFgTsnCAabc/s320/212_011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. Apparently the fact that I don't get "offended" by 2 men kissing is one of the things that makes me well-adjusted!! So put that in your Moral Majority pipe and choke on it,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I despise "the Moral Majority", they are the cause as far as I can see for "political correctness" run amok and they have no business putting their noses in anyone's bedrooms or for that matter deciding anyone's legal, religious or "moral" positions!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oops, did I say that???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why, yes, yes I did!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;G'night Moon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470413029386477235-241981356588766631?l=thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/241981356588766631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470413029386477235&amp;postID=241981356588766631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470413029386477235/posts/default/241981356588766631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470413029386477235/posts/default/241981356588766631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmmmmmmm-i-was-going-to-go-to-bed-and.html' title='hmmmmmmm, i was going to go to bed and THEN.........'/><author><name>Awytch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14294502269399286701</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SE96pugR4OI/AAAAAAAAACY/67aHCs2WrkE/s72-c/flag_nite_great1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470413029386477235.post-2020993738839429516</id><published>2008-06-10T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:58:31.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Munch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brisco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stabler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law and Order'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Somedays it doesn't pay to be off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hurt my neck, which screwed up everything I had planned (I wanted to go to the dump, dang it) but no, I couldn't even turn my head!!! Because if you can't turn your head it makes it terribly difficult to drive!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I like to drive, I like anticipating where to accelerate and where to slow down, I even like the slowpokes (especially if I can go round them) but I DESPISE those people who lay on their horns a SPLIT SECOND after the flipping light turns green, how many times have you seen a car come flying through the light from the opposite direction after right the light's turned??? But that dumbshit on his horn WANTS &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to die for waiting that extra split moment!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dumass!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SE9i60iaGhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QWHhXuRMuis/s1600-h/meloni26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210492056565848594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="216" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SE9i60iaGhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QWHhXuRMuis/s320/meloni26.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Been watching Season 1 of Law and Order: SVU, Chris Meloni isn't Jerry Orbach (Mr. Orbach is my idea of an entertainer! Song and dance man, "serious" actor, a little comedy, I was so sad when he left L&amp;amp;O, then he died.. ) and I had forgotten that Elliot sometimes was a major tightass at home, but I always did like the chemistry between Olivia and him... And he is a mighty fine looking man!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SE9dsExUlRI/AAAAAAAAACI/agsYVrnsdMY/s1600-h/crbst_255fsans_255f20titre_255f20400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210486305667192082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SE9dsExUlRI/AAAAAAAAACI/agsYVrnsdMY/s320/crbst_255fsans_255f20titre_255f20400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I remembered why I actually started watching SUV in the 1st place: Richard Belzer was on it from the beginning!! I used to watch Homicide: Life on the streets and thought that Munch rocked!!! And then when the crossover between Homicide and L&amp;amp;O happened, I was in 7th heaven!!! Munch and Brisco in the same scenes!! My favorite scenes were where Munch finds out that Brisco and his "ex-wife" Gwen did the deed and Munch just couldn't handle it, Mr. Cool blew the pool game, it was awesome!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I hate Sesame Street BUT they do have their moments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S2CSkLR6mUQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S2CSkLR6mUQ&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=5121VjLwqZM"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Laundry calls, neck still hurts, wish I could use it as an excuse for laundry, but laundry isn't life threatening!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dumass!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470413029386477235-2020993738839429516?l=thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/2020993738839429516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470413029386477235&amp;postID=2020993738839429516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470413029386477235/posts/default/2020993738839429516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470413029386477235/posts/default/2020993738839429516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com/2008/06/somedays-it-doesnt-pay-to-be-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Awytch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14294502269399286701</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SE9i60iaGhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QWHhXuRMuis/s72-c/meloni26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470413029386477235.post-4992173043292059012</id><published>2008-06-09T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:58:32.108-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garbage'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So it's Monday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I have to go to the dump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yippee!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;A 20 minute drive, a 15 minute wait, 10 minutes to dump then wait to leave the dump, then do over.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And I enjoy it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Makes me a sick puppy?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Nope, just fighting the man (or in this case, the garbage company who wants to charge me commercial prices for my residential dumpster!!) I remember the stories about Ma Bell and the monopoly they had on phones, if they provided good service it would be different, might almost make it worth it, but they don't so-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hi Ho it's off to the dump I go!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SE0v7aa4HOI/AAAAAAAAABc/UT2wd-EFX48/s1600-h/Space_Garbage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209873041688370402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SE0v7aa4HOI/AAAAAAAAABc/UT2wd-EFX48/s320/Space_Garbage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470413029386477235-4992173043292059012?l=thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/4992173043292059012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470413029386477235&amp;postID=4992173043292059012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470413029386477235/posts/default/4992173043292059012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470413029386477235/posts/default/4992173043292059012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-its-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Awytch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14294502269399286701</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SE0v7aa4HOI/AAAAAAAAABc/UT2wd-EFX48/s72-c/Space_Garbage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2470413029386477235.post-8402119918158375951</id><published>2008-06-08T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:58:32.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donna'/><title type='text'>Never had a "blog" before..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But am told it's a "Hawt" thing to have..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, so I am supposed to do something with it and I have no clue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got to go to work soon, sucks to be me, LOL..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the pay is decent and the job isn't all that hard, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I like the people I see most days..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's what counts I suppose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SEvNwTRzHeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rDyDLsM3Phs/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209483623676452322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SEvNwTRzHeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rDyDLsM3Phs/s200/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watched the new Dr. Who tonight and danged if I don't really adore Donna (not going to be a popular blogger with that statement, I think) but I really do like her. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SEvNwjRzHfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/llVIMYB7hzA/s1600-h/doctor_who33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209483627971419634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="144" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SEvNwjRzHfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/llVIMYB7hzA/s200/doctor_who33.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rose was perfect for Nine, he needed someone to be enthusiastic, to see him and the worlds he could show her with fresh eyes, with an open heart and to make judgement upon him without knowing all his secrets. I liked Rose, she grew with the Doctor and she made him grow as well, but (here I go, being unpopular again, oh well) she looked at him as a kind of romantisized figure, he was her "daddy" (well, up until he took her to meet Pete anyway) figure and she needed that and Nine did as well, but after she met Pete, the romantisizing became more realistic and she started growing up... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SEvNwjRzHgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ukYBko0YKaI/s1600-h/302-1-288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209483627971419650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SEvNwjRzHgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ukYBko0YKaI/s200/302-1-288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I liked Rose, never quite took to Martha, well, she was pretty good with Shakespeare ( that might have just been the fact that the guy playing Willie boy was damn good, but), LOL, but I never really "got" her and as much as I liked Utopia and the finale of series 3, I never really bought into Martha as the "Heroic" woman (I like Heroic woman, they make the world a better place but Martha, nope, can't buy it), Rose could have done it (with a smile and a Happy dance at the end) and I am absolutely positive that Donna would have done (bitching and complaining and moaning all the way, but it would have gotten done with effiency and a minimum of time, none of this walking the earth for a flipping year crap, I think that's where they lost me with Martha as the hero, it took her a YEAR to talk about the Doctor!! I could have done it in 3 months tops, hook onto the Internet, a few well chosen words and bammo, telepathic link DONE!) but Martha had to "tell a story", oh come on, pick a town gossip, sweetie and git r DONE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;However that leads me to: TorchWood, (yum, Captain Jack, all growed up!!) ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Martha on Torchwood was ok, I liked her and the way they wove her into the scenery (The Doctor got her a job with Unit?? Good on him!) was well done and the interactions with Jack were nicely played, I liked Martha in Torchwood but please, please leave her out of MY Who from now on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which brings me back to Professer River Song, I like her, she would make a most excellent companion for any Doctor (would have like to see her with Nine though, more her age group if you know what I mean?) but Ten did good and I liked the way they played into the history of Nine by using "Everyone Lives!" as River Song's last line...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I have wandered all over the web since watching it and nobody but me seems to be able to understand that River Song is EXACTLY the kind of woman Doctor Who would marry, she has her own career and doesn't NEED to depend on him for all the trivial day to day things but when it's important, he comes through, that has always been the MO of all the doctor's and I wouldn't think Ten is all that different, even if he isn't Ginger and he is Rude!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nine said it over and over again, "I don't do domestic!", and even though he did domestic in a way (Mickey, Jackie, even Alternate Peter and Captain Jack) when push comes to shove he needs at the very least the illusion of total freedom to be comfortable, to be able to save the world and all it's denizens over and over again...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a way he is lonely but never alone, he is free but always chained, he is never guilty but always judging himself and being found wanting..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel sorry for him, for he is all things to his companions and nothing to himself and that must be very frustrating...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;I was talking about Donna though, I like her, she is loud and distracting and tactless and to quote a southern friend, "She has her heart in the right place and her mouth in gear" and I totally "get" her.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;She has reached that "age" where people give you funny looks if you aren't married and pitying ones if you are divorced without a man in sight and if you tell them you are happy they (metaphorically, for the most part) pat you one the head and SYMPATHISIZE with you.... Like she can't be happy without man candy in sight...I always think of the Blanche DeBois when people talk about woman as though they have to have a man attached to them, that went out in the 50'd people, GET OVER IT, most women (unless they are to stupid to breathe on their own) don't need a man, they are nice to have around for companionship and to get the lids off of really tight jars but just as women aren't necessary for them, they aren't necessary for women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;And that, I think is why people have a problem with Donna, she and The Doctor BOTH have made it clear that romance is the furthest thing from their minds but people keep coupling them and it frustrates them. Why do they have to be a couple?? 2 guys walking down the street and no one says "Aw, cute couple", an older woman and a young man walking and everybody says "Aw, isn't that sweet, a mother and son", an older man and a young woman and they go, "Dirty old man, wish it was me" but 2 people of the opposite sex together and people "couple" them, Bad Form!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Wandered a bit more than I meant too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Going to work now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2470413029386477235-8402119918158375951?l=thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/8402119918158375951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2470413029386477235&amp;postID=8402119918158375951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470413029386477235/posts/default/8402119918158375951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2470413029386477235/posts/default/8402119918158375951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodthebadandthedreadful.blogspot.com/2008/06/never-had-blog-before.html' title='Never had a &quot;blog&quot; before..'/><author><name>Awytch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14294502269399286701</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xY4hDzuIFWo/SEvNwTRzHeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rDyDLsM3Phs/s72-c/03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
