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/><feedburner:emailServiceId>ThoughtsForASunshineyMorning</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4BR3szfSp7ImA9WhVTEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856689486986515040.post-4239000216138621199</id><published>2012-02-23T14:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T14:09:16.585-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-23T14:09:16.585-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hearts In My Eyes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Inner Gay Self Is Called Percy Wepre Derwyn Owen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BLOGGITY BLOG STUFF" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="This Shit Is Funny Check It Out" /><title>Thrift Store Male Objectification!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23ZvKsqXrdA/TklLwmx01JI/AAAAAAAAAUw/UWxj8526zT8/s220/IMG_0048.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yuk32XvCivk/T0a4bqXowvI/AAAAAAAAA3w/IBdrJqc0P3U/s72-c/objectified+man.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Another one that's a little too saucy for Hello Giggles, but Bad Cholla sent me a picture of this epic poster for sale in a local thrift store: 



 Although...really...a woman's touch? Won't any touch at all do, really? 
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I'm putting out a call for weird and funny things that you've found at thrift stores! 



This one couldn't go on Hello Giggles, but I present it as an outtake for you all: 



The Blanket With The Inappropriate Towers on It That Do Not Make Me Think of Towers:




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Joel McHale reflects on Supernatural: 



As The Onion AV Club puts it: you just don't get stuff like this on any other show: 



“You're saying an octopus did this?” a Winchester asked the medical 
examiner. “Not just any octopus,” the guy replied. Later, once the 
brothers were beginning to get
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In the grand female tradition, I get strangely weepy at certain times of the month; usually a feeling of great 
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When posting about my party below, I completely forgot to include this 30 Rock clip, which sums up my attitude to entertaining:






I like to pretend I'm wild and crazy, but really I'm a bit like this:



Normally, my food preparation is like this:
 

 
 Which is not to say that I don't have talents:



Not these kind:



Oh my god, where are my 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0FgU21EYROv2VYxwtWqfy99VE9g/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0FgU21EYROv2VYxwtWqfy99VE9g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsForASunshineyMorning/~4/BJtyGLdkMio" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thoughtsforasunshineymorning.blogspot.com/2012/02/tragic-lost-opportunity-for-more-30.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYCQXk_eyp7ImA9WhRbFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856689486986515040.post-6668001325457861711</id><published>2012-02-06T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T21:22:40.743-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-06T21:22:40.743-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="RED VINES" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The World Is Blue Like An Orange" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hearts In My Eyes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Nervous Chef" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Really Old Pictures of Food" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Self-Documenting My Proud Foodie Creation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Firstworldproblems" /><title>Holiday Party So Late Holidays So Over</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thoughtsforasunshineymorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6668001325457861711/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856689486986515040&amp;postID=6668001325457861711" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856689486986515040/posts/default/6668001325457861711?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856689486986515040/posts/default/6668001325457861711?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsForASunshineyMorning/~3/YuJVJXn9fwc/holiday-party-so-late-holidays-so-over.html" title="Holiday Party So Late Holidays So Over" /><author><name>Easy O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795613262939310430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23ZvKsqXrdA/TklLwmx01JI/AAAAAAAAAUw/UWxj8526zT8/s220/IMG_0048.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RnPWhYPFY0g/TzBgPVz0nmI/AAAAAAAAA1E/kdU17dXYOWE/s72-c/carried+away.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">It's time for another installment of Laura Takes Pictures of Stuff, Does Not Post Them for a Long Time! 
 
Back in the holidays, me n' the roomie had a Holiday Party. The theme was, bring any weird food or drink that your family always makes around the Holidays. Like, is there a certain jello salad your grandma always makes? Bring it! 

Before the party, I got a few anxious queries about what 
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My roommate made this recipe for Dream Cake. And it's one of the few recipes I've seen (keep in mind, again, I did not make it) where it came out looking as pretty as the pictures on the recipe promised!




Dreamy...






(we called it "Dream Pie" as she made it in a pie dish, but it strikes me now that "dream pie" sounds vaguely dirty ["my roommate's delicious dream pie!"] ).



For the 
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Arguably the worst Supernatural episode ever (Yeah, yeah, I know) is "Route 666" from Season 1, in which the villain is a racist truck. Yes, a ghost truck. A ghost truck that is racist. A racist 
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Why? Well... 






Chuck is my spirit animal. 




And you know what's really hard? Recapping. It takes for frickin' ever. So my deepest appreciation goes to those who've put time and effort in writing recaps that I enjoy. It's a lot of work! 

Especially when one has ambivalent feelings about a season. I've talked about my feelings
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So writing this made me think about how much I love all things Sherlock Holmes -- from the original stories, to the Jeremy Brett TV show...wait.



Hold up.



Before I go any further, I've just got to blow a few minds.



Jeremy Brett played Sherlock Holmes on a well-known BBC adaptation of the stories from the 80s-90s. He was awesome and weird. He looked like this:









He was a bit dark.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j3Un_OVr4adBLqZLhSQmKhaGwpU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j3Un_OVr4adBLqZLhSQmKhaGwpU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsForASunshineyMorning/~4/iCz5Zunb-9I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thoughtsforasunshineymorning.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-want-to-call-this-post-mysterious.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQMRXw6eSp7ImA9WhRVFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856689486986515040.post-303824507119348596</id><published>2012-01-15T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T21:56:24.211-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-15T21:56:24.211-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hearts In My Eyes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animals That Won't Kill You and Are Adorable" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="This Shit Is Funny Check It Out" /><title>Snow Mad</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thoughtsforasunshineymorning.blogspot.com/feeds/303824507119348596/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856689486986515040&amp;postID=303824507119348596" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856689486986515040/posts/default/303824507119348596?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856689486986515040/posts/default/303824507119348596?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsForASunshineyMorning/~3/X2wvMcB2rFM/snow-mad.html" title="Snow Mad" /><author><name>Easy O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795613262939310430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23ZvKsqXrdA/TklLwmx01JI/AAAAAAAAAUw/UWxj8526zT8/s220/IMG_0048.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/rrGtVUMt7PI/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">When you live in Arizona, you don't see snow much. Or at all. When you encounter snow for the first time, it can be...well. A little overwhelming. 

I hiked Madera canyon today, with two friends who each have a cute dog (for stats, check this snazziness out). We got up high enough that there was still some snow on the mountain peaks. My friend's dog, Rupert, had...quite the reaction when 
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Okay, so I'm obviously way behind in my Supernatural recaps, and my feelings about Season 7 have vacillated between 



and 




For starters, it turns out that this? This flowchart I made? Stupid show proved me totally wrong: 



Damn it writers, what's next? Sam is gonna sleep with a girl and she's gonna LIVE? STOP SCREWING WITH MY EXPECTATIONS.

 But...I have to say that Show came back 
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I tried to find two clips from 30 Rock today for a Hello Giggles post: either the one where Liz Lemon is caught wearing a bathing suit as underwear or the one where she says, "I'm not sure you want to take advice from me on this. I ate a Three Musketeers bar for lunch and my bra is held together with tape." I could find neither, but I satisfactorily wasting time looking at 30 Rock clips and now 
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However, after becoming a vegetarian recidivist, I moved in with a vegan. So, at home, I mostly cook vegan and eat vegan. Thus, no sooner did my lifestyle start to shift towards cooking meat 
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The ads google is currently displaying by my blog are for Wayne's World merchandise. HOW DID THEY KNOW????
I finally made $100 dollars from ads on this blog (after several years of blogging), which I reinvested in another writing project (details to come!). So thank you, anyone who has read this blog and/or clicked on the ads. You are awesome; you enable my babbling here, and support my babbling
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/israXVMThwyp4kvzOIgYxhrYcxs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/israXVMThwyp4kvzOIgYxhrYcxs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsForASunshineyMorning/~4/axgt2l9W54I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thoughtsforasunshineymorning.blogspot.com/2011/12/reasons-i-love-this-blog-very-much.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ANSXo6eSp7ImA9WhRVGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856689486986515040.post-3813575140088128548</id><published>2011-12-10T12:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T21:43:18.411-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T21:43:18.411-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Narcissism" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Procrastination" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poppin' My Culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Firstworldproblems" /><title>Narcissism Will Save You When You Forget Things</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thoughtsforasunshineymorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3813575140088128548/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856689486986515040&amp;postID=3813575140088128548" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856689486986515040/posts/default/3813575140088128548?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856689486986515040/posts/default/3813575140088128548?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsForASunshineyMorning/~3/OIzO2iiLShw/narcissism-will-save-you-when-you.html" title="Narcissism Will Save You When You Forget Things" /><author><name>Easy O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795613262939310430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23ZvKsqXrdA/TklLwmx01JI/AAAAAAAAAUw/UWxj8526zT8/s220/IMG_0048.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ia2El824Gy8/TuPKsX-3QKI/AAAAAAAAAmM/oBGPVPWCNeE/s72-c/uma-milkshake-pulp-fiction.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I was invited to two parties last night: this is a situation that sounds awesome in theory, but is stressful in actuality. Inevitably a) at the first party, I'm worried I'll be too late for the next party/if it's worth it to leave and go to the next party; b) at the second party, I'm worried that I left the first party too early and seemed rude. You always end up wishing you could switch the 
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To continue:

I went for a massage last week and experienced my usual mixed-emotions massage experience. This is because massage always feels so amazing, but there's a usually a blow to my self-esteem after the massage, 
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I have a strange fondness for "foods that shouldn't be"; last Thanksgiving, I was all delighted because my parents made a Turducken. A friend of the family ate Thanksgiving with us and afterwards sent me and my mom a link to an article about the Turducken of desserts: the Cherpumple.



"That sounds disgusting," my mom wrote back.



"Disgustingly awesome!" I countered.



So I've wanted to make
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Edited to add some awesome videos from Jason!  

While I wait for my cherpumple to cool so that I can frost it, I thought I'd post some pictures from All Soul's. 



I hadn't been to the parade in years, and I had never dressed up. But thanks to my friend Natalie, who is actually artistically talented, I had access to lots of make-up and glitter and supplies.



I looked at some examples of what
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Hello and welcome there, anyone reading this who came over from Hello Giggles. I have Julia Gazdag to thank for hooking me up there (the beautiful story of our meeting is documented here). Anyway, I'm writing a column there called "Adventures in Thrifting," in which I document (mis)adventures in the glorious seedy underbelly of secondhand shopping. My last column was about winter coats; I caused
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So, you know how the Fug Girls are recapping Ringer? (I find this interaction particularly awesome/sweet, I have to say). And I was like, "Oh cute! Cause I am trying to totally not failing at recapping Supernatural! CW cheese 4evah!"



Well, then there's this news: Misha Collins is going to guest-star on Ringer. 













I have to say, I am totally happy that Misha Collins is, like, 
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For those wondering if the costumes were a little outdated (Jason: "Timely. What you going to be next year? Judge Ito?"), they were originally conceived of for a roller skating party. But then--ironically--the Tonya Harding to my Nancy 
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My reactions to the two episodes can be summed up by: 



 
Second episode, "Hello, Cruel World":


 
Third episode, "The Girl Next Door": 



 [This is a real 
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