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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:creativeCommons="http://backend.userland.com/creativeCommonsRssModule" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><title>Too Much Time On My Hands</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/</link><description>The creative doodle space from some guy with a heck of a lot of free time.</description><language>en</language><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (M. Robert Turnage)</managingEditor><lastBuildDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 09:09:29 PST</lastBuildDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">443</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><media:copyright>Creative Commons All The Way, Baby!</media:copyright><media:keywords>review critic movie film book comic comics comix podcast day job dayjob nightmare reviews criticisms grumpy cranky classic timeless feel good mean spirited Hal Hartley Billy Wilder Robert Turnage</media:keywords><media:category scheme="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd">Arts &amp; Entertainment/Entertainment</media:category><itunes:owner><itunes:email>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com</itunes:email><itunes:name>M. Robert Turange</itunes:name></itunes:owner><itunes:author>M. Robert Turange</itunes:author><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:keywords>review critic movie film book comic comics comix podcast day job dayjob nightmare reviews criticisms grumpy cranky classic timeless feel good mean spirited Hal Hartley Billy Wilder Robert Turnage</itunes:keywords><itunes:subtitle>Audio reviews of books, movies, albums, comics, and even other podcasts. Brought to you by the creator of the Dayjobs and Nightmares podcast.</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary>Audio reviews of books, movies, albums, comics, and even other podcasts. Brought to you by the creator of the Dayjobs and Nightmares podcast.</itunes:summary><itunes:category text="Arts &amp; Entertainment"><itunes:category text="Entertainment" /></itunes:category><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/</creativeCommons:license><image><link>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/</link><url>http://creativecommons.org/images/public/somerights20.gif</url><title>Some Rights Reserved</title></image><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/" type="application/rss+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly>This is the Too Much Time on My Hands blog. From the creator of the Dayjobs and Nightmares podcast. Sure, there will be some podcasting from this spot, but there will also be rambling, blog-style essays about nothing.</feedburner:browserFriendly><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><item><title>Repost - The things I do for breasts...</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2009/09/repost-things-i-do-for-breasts.html</link><category>boobies</category><category>donation</category><category>race for the cure</category><category>love</category><category>breasts</category><category>susan G. Komen</category><category>komen</category><category>cancer</category><author>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com (M. Robert Turange)</author><pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 12:48:49 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-4742330721180025011</guid><description>So back on October 8, 2006, I wrote &lt;a href="http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2006/10/things-i-do-for-breasts.html"&gt;this blog entry&lt;/a&gt; to raise money for the Susan G. Komen foundation. In case you don't want to click that link, I've reposted the entry below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I do not have the time to walk, but that won't stop me from campaigning for friends who are walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like this post, please consider donating to a team of my friends who are walking a three-day, 60 mile marathon to raise money for cancer research. You can donate money &lt;a href="http://www.the3day.org/goto/Ronda.Carson"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is the old blog entry with a new donation link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear Friends and Family,&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is difficult to write about breasts.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sure they’re everywhere, and I should really just be an adult about this, but I know my mom is going to read this email and quite possibly my in-laws. When I think of them reading an email of me rhapsodizing about mammary glands and then asking for money to keep them healthy, my hands lock up about two inches above the keyboard. Sorry, I’m just a little repressed about these things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ahem.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m trying not to be dirty about this, but breasts are absolutely wonderful, and healthy breasts are even better. There, I said it.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I could quote statistics, but we’ve heard them, and frankly dismissed them, before. I will share with you something better. Something real.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have two ladies in my life who have struggled with breast cancer. One is in remission and doing great – she’s even walking in the race this year. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The other one went through the surgery, the chemotherapy, and everything… only to find that it didn’t work. She has to start over at square one now, with another surgery and another round of chemotherapy and another round of tests and… another everything.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is tough. It is tough to see this and to live through this, and I’m just on the sidelines. When you let someone into your heart, you let in all the love they have to offer, but you also let in all their hurt. It bothers me that someone so good and so undeserving can hurt so much.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There has to be a better way to fight breast cancer. There has to be a cure that doesn’t hurt the body more than the sickness. We are capable of so much, we should be capable of finding something better. A cure for all cancers would be incredible; a cure for breast cancer be amazing, but something better than what we currently have… something better is well within our grasp.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So this is what I’m doing to make something better happen - I am walking 5 km in the Komen Dallas Race for the Cure on October 21, 2006. I will wear a T-shirt and will try my best to be a good husband and not to stare at all the breasts when I walk. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And this is what you can do - support in the form of a cash donation. You can skip the Grande Half-Caff Vanilla Latte one morning and send the $5.00 to the Komen foundation. You can put off that iPod purchase for another few months and send a few hundred dollars to the Komen foundation. Whatever you feel is appropriate, I will appreciate it. Your donation is tax-deductible, so you can’t beat that.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You can follow this link and make a donation…&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the3day.org/goto/Ronda.Carson"&gt;http://www.the3day.org/goto/Ronda.Carson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…but if you distrust this internet, please send a donation to this address.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Komen Dallas Affiliate &amp; Race for the Cure®&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;460 NorthPark Center&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;P.O. Box&lt;/st1:Street&gt;  12010&lt;/st1:address&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Dallas&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;TX&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:postalcode st="on"&gt;75225&lt;/st1:PostalCode&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really appreciate time, your contribution, and your attention. You are such a good person.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love the breasts,&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;M. Robert Turnage&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15765179-4742330721180025011?l=tmtomh.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>Priorities</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2009/09/priorities.html</link><category>home entertainment center</category><category>surround sound</category><category>baby's room</category><category>7.1 DTS</category><category>new house</category><category>speakers</category><author>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com (M. Robert Turange)</author><pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 06:45:19 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-7493790383397088230</guid><description>I ran into a friend at a restaurant the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So how's the new house coming along?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GREAT! I just installed ceiling mounts for my speakers. When I get my new TV this weekend, I am going to have the BEST entertainment center EVER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SrzJGsJ2a0I/AAAAAAAABi8/fl-na9MQBlk/s1600-h/Speaker2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SrzJGsJ2a0I/AAAAAAAABi8/fl-na9MQBlk/s400/Speaker2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385400371197143874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How's the baby's room coming along?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SrzJCXZ0pWI/AAAAAAAABi0/LfBsIw_1VzI/s1600-h/Speaker1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SrzJCXZ0pWI/AAAAAAAABi0/LfBsIw_1VzI/s400/Speaker1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385400296907515234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, the baby isn't going to be born until January."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15765179-7493790383397088230?l=tmtomh.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SrzJGsJ2a0I/AAAAAAAABi8/fl-na9MQBlk/s72-c/Speaker2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>Rules for the New Parent</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2009/09/rules-for-new-parent.html</link><category>critter</category><category>rules for the new parent</category><category>how to care for a baby</category><author>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com (M. Robert Turange)</author><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 19:01:02 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-3181750433912432142</guid><description>I never knew it would be so complicated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SrGXctDjsZI/AAAAAAAABis/tlJprgRH6qw/s1600-h/Important+Instructions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SrGXctDjsZI/AAAAAAAABis/tlJprgRH6qw/s400/Important+Instructions.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382249549071102354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click to make the image larger)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15765179-3181750433912432142?l=tmtomh.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SrGXctDjsZI/AAAAAAAABis/tlJprgRH6qw/s72-c/Important+Instructions.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><title>Dallas Graffiti is Erudite and Celebrates Science Fiction Classics</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2009/09/dallas-graffiti-is-erudite-and.html</link><category>things I should not do in men's rooms</category><category>smartphone</category><category>graffiti</category><category>Dallas</category><author>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com (M. Robert Turange)</author><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 06:00:07 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-7265931272553401555</guid><description>You might have noticed a lot of new pictures on the blog recently. That is because I went and purchased a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001WAKFBQ?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=tomutionmyha-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B001WAKFBQ"&gt;Nokia N85&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=tomutionmyha-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B001WAKFBQ" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt; for the sole purpose of learning why you needto also purchase  a data plan when you buy a smart phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I have become a little addicted to taking pictures and uploading them from the phone. This is especially true when it comes to graffiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas has amazing graffiti. Most people just like writing their names in barely-legible letters, but not Dallasites. They like scribbling on bathroom walls famous quotes from T. Jeff, who I can only assume is a DJ of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2484/3921498417_0cda99274d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2484/3921498417_0cda99274d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there is the message so important, so overwhelming in sheer brilliance, that it needed to be SCRATCHED IN to the door of the men's room stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3495/3921497719_20d0c91d01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3495/3921497719_20d0c91d01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now you are probably asking, "What are you doing taking pictures in a men's room stall?" And the truth is, I liked the graffiti. It did lead to an awkward moment, however, when someone walked in on me doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phone is going to get me into trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15765179-7265931272553401555?l=tmtomh.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>More Work in the Library</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-work-in-library.html</link><category>I own a lot of comics</category><category>I own a lot of music</category><category>I own a lot of crap</category><category>I own a lot of books</category><category>new house</category><category>getting organized</category><author>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com (M. Robert Turange)</author><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 22:26:01 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-4668993116640667900</guid><description>So our four bookshelves weren't cutting it. We had to buy three more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2583/3910485763_138353cbba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2583/3910485763_138353cbba.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we bought a CD case that was a real bugaboo to assemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3520/3921500265_b5ec002c5e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3520/3921500265_b5ec002c5e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick was to move the CDs from the top of the kitchen counter into the CD case &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;alphabetically&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2568/3911265294_a0a273a6ae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2568/3911265294_a0a273a6ae.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is working out. I moved all of my comics to the three new bookshelves, freeing up the old bookshelves for the opera scores and other books that are still in boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comic book shelves (complete with the ghost of a fan in the window - our house is haunted by a cool, cool breeze).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2458/3921495959_93d657cd19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2458/3921495959_93d657cd19.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelves for opera scores, sheet music, and other assorted literature (in progress).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3443/3921494957_a7aa464a36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3443/3921494957_a7aa464a36.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current CD shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3492/3922280032_50e661d656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3492/3922280032_50e661d656.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still looks like an absolute mess, but the house is coming together. Slowly but surely, our crap is getting in order.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15765179-4668993116640667900?l=tmtomh.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>Another Great Onion Video</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-great-onion-video.html</link><category>the onion</category><author>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com (M. Robert Turange)</author><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 21:02:52 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-5015941576358075801</guid><description>&lt;object width="480" height="430"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.theonion.com/content/themes/common/assets/onn_embed/embedded_player.swf?image=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.theonion.com%2Fcontent%2Ffiles%2Fimages%2FE-Mom_article_9_1.jpg&amp;videoid=97699&amp;title=Facebook%2C%20Twitter%20Revolutionizing%20How%20Parents%20Stalk%20Their%20College-Aged%20Kids" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.theonion.com/content/themes/common/assets/onn_embed/embedded_player.swf"type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="480" height="430"flashvars="image=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.theonion.com%2Fcontent%2Ffiles%2Fimages%2FE-Mom_article_9_1.jpg&amp;videoid=97699&amp;title=Facebook%2C%20Twitter%20Revolutionizing%20How%20Parents%20Stalk%20Their%20College-Aged%20Kids"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/video/facebook_twitter_revolutionizing?utm_source=videoembed"&gt;Facebook, Twitter Revolutionizing How Parents Stalk Their College-Aged Kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15765179-5015941576358075801?l=tmtomh.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The DVD Collection</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2009/09/dvd-collection.html</link><category>my DVDs</category><category>I own a lot of crap</category><category>bowling ball</category><category>DVD collection</category><category>The Big Lebowski</category><author>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com (M. Robert Turange)</author><pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 21:58:52 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-8634415979793906464</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/Sp37dXS0A-I/AAAAAAAABig/o28ThYdQoGg/s1600-h/Da+DVD+Collection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/Sp37dXS0A-I/AAAAAAAABig/o28ThYdQoGg/s400/Da+DVD+Collection.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376730012037940194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bowling ball on the top is a special edition of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001AEF6D6?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=tomutionmyha-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B001AEF6D6"&gt;The Big Lebowski&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=tomutionmyha-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B001AEF6D6" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15765179-8634415979793906464?l=tmtomh.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/Sp37dXS0A-I/AAAAAAAABig/o28ThYdQoGg/s72-c/Da+DVD+Collection.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Work in Progress</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2009/08/work-in-progress.html</link><category>what a mess</category><category>I own a lot of comics</category><category>my work is cut out for me</category><category>I own a lot of books</category><category>move</category><category>unpacking boxes</category><author>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com (M. Robert Turange)</author><pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 22:22:50 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-7675597491937268273</guid><description>So the house has been taking up a lot of time, unpacking and getting things comfortable. There is enough improvement for a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The library now has books on the shelves. Only about half of them are organized, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SptdHOpD4OI/AAAAAAAABiY/Y1TPl_MdIeY/s1600-h/08312009018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SptdHOpD4OI/AAAAAAAABiY/Y1TPl_MdIeY/s400/08312009018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375992958967603426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen still needs some work. I have cooked a few meals on the stove top. Right now, there is shelf paper everywhere from where we were papering the shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SptdDpjJSKI/AAAAAAAABiQ/D46io5cBwm4/s1600-h/08312009017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SptdDpjJSKI/AAAAAAAABiQ/D46io5cBwm4/s400/08312009017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375992897471072418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dining room now has a place where you can sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/Sptc_rR3lhI/AAAAAAAABiI/Vb18ekfI-P4/s1600-h/08312009016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/Sptc_rR3lhI/AAAAAAAABiI/Vb18ekfI-P4/s400/08312009016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375992829216003602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for the living room. Both are still in progress, but look much better than they did a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/Sptc72yurXI/AAAAAAAABiA/1Jxr_BcM6Rk/s1600-h/08312009013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/Sptc72yurXI/AAAAAAAABiA/1Jxr_BcM6Rk/s400/08312009013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375992763587145074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my office. Yes, it is typical for me to have dual monitors and a laptop going all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/Sptc4IAAlQI/AAAAAAAABh4/KhA29cbtIfg/s1600-h/08302009012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/Sptc4IAAlQI/AAAAAAAABh4/KhA29cbtIfg/s400/08302009012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375992699486770434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other half of my office which contains a futon, a lamp, and more shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/Sptc0ZFwjrI/AAAAAAAABhw/QM3wZpR-PVs/s1600-h/08302009011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/Sptc0ZFwjrI/AAAAAAAABhw/QM3wZpR-PVs/s400/08302009011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375992635354812082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15765179-7675597491937268273?l=tmtomh.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SptdHOpD4OI/AAAAAAAABiY/Y1TPl_MdIeY/s72-c/08312009018.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>After the Move... Before the Cleanup</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-move-before-cleanup.html</link><category>what a mess</category><category>I own a lot of comics</category><category>my work is cut out for me</category><category>I own a lot of books</category><category>move</category><category>unpacking boxes</category><author>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com (M. Robert Turange)</author><pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2009 18:15:14 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-4328913186125820901</guid><description>We're in the new house and have sort of unpacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all we need to do is start cleaning up the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SpM6mGIBwYI/AAAAAAAABhg/Vq_Jko7K28E/s1600-h/Living+Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SpM6mGIBwYI/AAAAAAAABhg/Vq_Jko7K28E/s400/Living+Room.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373703206536855938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SpM6xJetv7I/AAAAAAAABho/bu0LJpPezDQ/s1600-h/Library.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SpM6xJetv7I/AAAAAAAABho/bu0LJpPezDQ/s400/Library.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373703396415881138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking out into the front yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SpM5fgYX5ZI/AAAAAAAABhY/0q0NjvZ0OiQ/s1600-h/Front+Yard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SpM5fgYX5ZI/AAAAAAAABhY/0q0NjvZ0OiQ/s400/Front+Yard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373701993814025618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dining Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SpM5GCUN7PI/AAAAAAAABhI/fO7I3Pz2cpc/s1600-h/Dining+Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SpM5GCUN7PI/AAAAAAAABhI/fO7I3Pz2cpc/s400/Dining+Room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373701556246801650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15765179-4328913186125820901?l=tmtomh.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SpM6mGIBwYI/AAAAAAAABhg/Vq_Jko7K28E/s72-c/Living+Room.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>More Sonogram Pictures!</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-sonogram-pictures.html</link><category>cute pictures of my kiddo</category><category>critter</category><category>pregnant</category><author>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com (M. Robert Turange)</author><pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 15:50:26 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-4423916283144907222</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SoXp9ckoTII/AAAAAAAABg4/sLTr8FHGZ2c/s1600-h/Sonogram+Round+2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SoXp9ckoTII/AAAAAAAABg4/sLTr8FHGZ2c/s400/Sonogram+Round+2+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369955372560305282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not do something no one else in the history of the internet has done . I will share cute photos of my kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15765179-4423916283144907222?l=tmtomh.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SoXp9ckoTII/AAAAAAAABg4/sLTr8FHGZ2c/s72-c/Sonogram+Round+2+copy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>Internet, meet the Critter!</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2009/07/internet-meet-critter.html</link><category>it is a girl</category><category>critter</category><category>we are expecting</category><category>yadda yadda</category><category>pregnant</category><category>baby</category><author>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com (M. Robert Turange)</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 13:37:37 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-61499171460906612</guid><description>So I haven't been posting as much as I would like, and when I post it is usually a YouTube video instead of something strange and wonderful that has been rattling around in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to make excuses, but I've been busy. On July 10th, we placed our house on the market and on the 16th, we got an offer. So all we need to do (as of this writing) is find a new house. That was a lot of work, but that is not all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wrote and published &lt;a href="http://www.26screenplays.com"&gt;the best book in the universe&lt;/a&gt;, and spent three weeks in California for work, but that is not all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have grad school starting this fall, but, seriously, that is NOTHING compared to news about the Critter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. That is right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mrs. and I are having our first kiddo - a little girl that we have not named yet. Before we knew the gender, we started calling it the Critter, and that name stuck, much to the chagrin of people who do not like to think of children as crawly animals, only bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/Smd1dt1GJxI/AAAAAAAABgo/i1Z32r4nRJk/s1600-h/Critter-T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/Smd1dt1GJxI/AAAAAAAABgo/i1Z32r4nRJk/s400/Critter-T.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361383034786817810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are pretty excited, and it is about time the internet in general knew about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if Facebook is any indication, this baby thing is going to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/Smd4Y0MsNaI/AAAAAAAABgw/AycaqDhnk3I/s1600-h/Ready+to+be+a+dad.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/Smd4Y0MsNaI/AAAAAAAABgw/AycaqDhnk3I/s400/Ready+to+be+a+dad.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361386249131931042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15765179-61499171460906612?l=tmtomh.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/Smd1dt1GJxI/AAAAAAAABgo/i1Z32r4nRJk/s72-c/Critter-T.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><title>Reminds me of Some Parts of My Childhood</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2009/07/reminds-me-of-some-parts-of-my.html</link><category>dorkarama</category><category>home movies</category><category>Pixies</category><author>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com (M. Robert Turange)</author><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 19:11:21 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-7881285988403320591</guid><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/szvDuCURsJU&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/szvDuCURsJU&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15765179-7881285988403320591?l=tmtomh.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>The Book is Out!</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2009/06/book-is-out.html</link><category>I made it myself</category><category>26 Short Screenplays for Independet Filmmakers</category><category>boo-yeah</category><category>books</category><category>Wow I wrote a book</category><category>I would not mind having more money</category><author>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com (M. Robert Turange)</author><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 07:13:26 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-7920211565491889111</guid><description>I am proud to announce that my book, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;26 Short Screenplays for Independent Filmmakers&lt;/span&gt;, is available now exclusively from the website &lt;a href="http://www.26screenplays.com"&gt;www.26screenplays.com&lt;/a&gt;. The book is a collection of Creative Commons screenplays that filmmakers can use to make their own films. Each screenplay is tied to a type of film project. For example, there is a project called "The Meet Cute Scene" and it consists of two characters meeting in a really cute way. Other projects include "The Car Chase," "Pseudo-Documentary Style," and "The Horror Short." The idea is that an independent filmmaker can use these scripts to develop a portfolio showing his or her versatility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SktqJHrZFSI/AAAAAAAABgg/vsZj1h_1vsg/s1600-h/bookcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SktqJHrZFSI/AAAAAAAABgg/vsZj1h_1vsg/s400/bookcover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353489286972380450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone who reads this blog wants to support the book in whatever way possible, so here is a list of things you can do to show your support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/26-short-screenplays-for-independent-filmmakers/7285309"&gt;Buy the book&lt;/a&gt;. I know it is stating the obvious, but the more people who buy the book the more money I make. And I like having money. &lt;a href="http://www.26screenplays.com"&gt;www.26screenplays.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tell people about the book. To the best of my knowledge, there isn't a book like this out there. There are a lot of "how to make your film" books and "so you want to be an independent filmmaker" books, but there aren't any other "screenplay cookbooks" out there. And feel free to mention the website. &lt;a href="http://www.26screenplays.com"&gt;www.26screenplays.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There are &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/26Screenplays"&gt;snarky T-Shirts&lt;/a&gt; on the website, too. Thanks to the power of Cafe Press, they cost more than the book. But, hey, T-shirts are cool and cool is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Make a short film using one of the screenplays and send it along. Every film made from one of the scripts gets featured on the &lt;a href="http://www.26screenplays.com"&gt;www.26screenplays.com&lt;/a&gt; website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people are not made of money and don't feel comfortable sending hard earned cash to an exciting and vibrant website. Not a problem, because there are things people can do to support the book for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Follow the blog at &lt;a href="http://blog.26screenplays.com"&gt;blog.26screenplays.com&lt;/a&gt;. I will use this as a bully pulpit to talk about films, screenplays, and intellectual property law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Follow the Twitter stream at &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/26screenplays"&gt;www.twitter.com/26screenplays&lt;/a&gt;. This will be like the blog, but more fine tuned for those of us with ADD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Follow the 26 Screenplays YouTube channel &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/26screenplays"&gt;www.youtube.com/26screenplays&lt;/a&gt;. Everyone who submits a short film from one of the screenplays will be featured here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. This is why I haven't been writing on this blog as much as I wanted to and why I probably owe you an email. Thanks for your interest and I hope you become as excited about this new book as I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15765179-7920211565491889111?l=tmtomh.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SktqJHrZFSI/AAAAAAAABgg/vsZj1h_1vsg/s72-c/bookcover.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>Photographic Obsessions</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2009/06/photographic-obsessions.html</link><category>one day I will see someone I know in a police lineup</category><category>Denton police</category><category>photographic obsessions</category><category>Olan Mills</category><category>mugshots</category><author>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com (M. Robert Turange)</author><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 15:14:56 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-2508521768950015705</guid><description>There is no way to truly know how you are going to react in a stressful situation. You can mentally prepare for it, you can train for it, but when the actual moment happens, there is a moment of spontaneous, unrehearsed reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes people take a picture of this. We call them mugshots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SkFRci5-HrI/AAAAAAAABgY/0xIKL8zgzfU/s1600-h/0619092mugs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SkFRci5-HrI/AAAAAAAABgY/0xIKL8zgzfU/s400/0619092mugs1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350647383140998834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some websites that specialize in mugshots. &lt;a href="http://www.thesmokinggun.com/"&gt;The Smoking Gun&lt;/a&gt; has a regular feature where they &lt;a href="http://www.thesmokinggun.com/mugshots/index.html"&gt;display police mugshots&lt;/a&gt;. I have followed this for years and have even used the for photoshop experiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, this mugshot of an angry young K-Mart employee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SkFQR7GYOrI/AAAAAAAABf4/kEENFYE08aM/s1600-h/bambi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 351px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SkFQR7GYOrI/AAAAAAAABf4/kEENFYE08aM/s400/bambi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350646101145303730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becomes a motivational poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SkFQk0iBvSI/AAAAAAAABgA/dgk8r3uh74s/s1600-h/customerservice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SkFQk0iBvSI/AAAAAAAABgA/dgk8r3uh74s/s400/customerservice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350646425799736610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this fella who has had a hard life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SkFQqxXjIJI/AAAAAAAABgI/pnS-g1FEi0A/s1600-h/before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SkFQqxXjIJI/AAAAAAAABgI/pnS-g1FEi0A/s400/before.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350646528029696146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gets a little love after a trip to Olan Mills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SkFQwyFX7NI/AAAAAAAABgQ/3_HUi3lgUws/s1600-h/after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SkFQwyFX7NI/AAAAAAAABgQ/3_HUi3lgUws/s400/after.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350646631301115090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can imagine the joy that shot through my cynical heart when the Denton police got its own mugshot twitter feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/DentonPolice"&gt;http://twitter.com/DentonPolice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am completely obsessed with this. Every time someone is booked, a new photo is posted. I have been known to click through these pictures for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wonders why I am so obsessed with mugshots like this. Is this sense of entitlement and superiority because they are criminals and I have not been convicted of anything? Is it a celebration in the way people don't really look like Hollywood starlets or Glamor Shots? Or is it because I am awaiting the day I see someone I know in one of these line ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is a combination of all three.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15765179-2508521768950015705?l=tmtomh.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SkFRci5-HrI/AAAAAAAABgY/0xIKL8zgzfU/s72-c/0619092mugs1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>This is Me Every Time I Get In Front of My Computer</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-me-every-time-i-get-in-front-of.html</link><category>procrastionation</category><category>procrastination</category><category>I cannot spell</category><author>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com (M. Robert Turange)</author><pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 19:23:50 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-1668205984267817068</guid><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BpWM0FNPZSs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BpWM0FNPZSs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15765179-1668205984267817068?l=tmtomh.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>We've Traced All of 70s Fashion to Patient Zero</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2009/06/weve-traced-all-of-70s-fashion-to.html</link><category>levis</category><category>patient zero</category><category>70s fashion</category><author>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com (M. Robert Turange)</author><pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2009 19:22:11 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-1539009977327064748</guid><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e3gFCSKMo70&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e3gFCSKMo70&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15765179-1539009977327064748?l=tmtomh.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>Really Want this Video Game</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2009/06/really-want-this-video-game.html</link><category>it kind of get wierd there close to the end</category><category>want</category><category>rock band</category><category>Beatles Rock Band</category><category>Paul is dead</category><category>Beatles</category><author>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com (M. Robert Turange)</author><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 11:37:12 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-8160401279376065764</guid><description>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="437" height="265" id="viddler"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.viddler.com/simple_on_site/46f73a1a" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.viddler.com/simple_on_site/46f73a1a" width="437" height="265" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" name="viddler" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15765179-8160401279376065764?l=tmtomh.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>I Miss the Days When Music Videos Never Even Tried to Make Sense</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-days-when-music-videos-never.html</link><category>Total Eclipse of the Heart</category><category>music video</category><category>literal interpretation of a video</category><author>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com (M. Robert Turange)</author><pubDate>Sat, 30 May 2009 07:59:58 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-5903875943844377725</guid><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lj-x9ygQEGA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lj-x9ygQEGA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15765179-5903875943844377725?l=tmtomh.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>As Much as I Hate Sequels, I Have to Admit This Gets Me Excited</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-much-as-i-hate-sequels-i-have-to.html</link><category>sequel</category><category>I wish I could quit you</category><category>Toy Story 3</category><author>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com (M. Robert Turange)</author><pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 21:02:44 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-521297182617855027</guid><description>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UpSORSGoFuU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UpSORSGoFuU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could quit you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15765179-521297182617855027?l=tmtomh.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>Discussion from a Recent Trip to Austin</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2009/05/discussion-from-recent-trip-to-austin.html</link><category>mascots</category><category>Austin</category><category>politicos</category><category>nerds</category><category>relocating to Austin</category><category>hippies</category><category>cowboys</category><author>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com (M. Robert Turange)</author><pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2009 21:13:19 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-2336876128298155197</guid><description>"So what was it like to relocate to Austin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Austin has everything. Cowboys, hippies, nerds, and politicos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And those are just the school mascots."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15765179-2336876128298155197?l=tmtomh.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>Today is Going to be a Good Day Thanks to Swine Flu</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-is-going-to-be-good-day-thanks-to.html</link><category>Neighbors Go</category><category>internet shenannigans</category><category>Fight Club</category><category>testament to my ego</category><category>swine flu</category><category>Internet fame</category><author>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com (M. Robert Turange)</author><pubDate>Wed, 06 May 2009 08:34:52 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-6426773048540625979</guid><description>It is amazing how little things can make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a particularly stressful week. There is a lot of jobstress and bookstress happening right now (&lt;a href="http://26screenplays.com"&gt;the book&lt;/a&gt; is in the final final editing phases just about ready to go to press). On top of that, yesterday, I got a speeding ticket. (Which is not THAT big of a deal - I just need to take defensive driving and fill out some paperwork and it is stricken from the record. It is just the hassle of going through the motions of penance when I know I am going to drive the same speed on the same stretch of road at the same time of day in the same levels of traffic and not get a ticket. This is why it is called a daily commute. I think that is why most people get so angry at speeding tickets - I have done the same thing I always do without consequence, why are there consequences all of a sudden. The only thing that is different about this situation is you, Mr. Police Man. And because you are different, I will not heap all of my frustration on you. But I have digressed...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, looks like it is shaping up a little, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a twitter feed (&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/gamookie"&gt;http://twitter.com/gamookie&lt;/a&gt;) that I use as a steady stream of casual venting. I use it to complain about the jobstress or to make jokes about popular culture. It is really there to amuse myself (and/or the Mrs.) and to communicate with some friends who send me those @ replies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, though, the local neighborhood website &lt;a href="http://neighborsgo.com/index.php?page_id=1000"&gt;neighborsgo.com&lt;/a&gt; featured me as their Twitter friend of the day. May 6, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! That just makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the exchange:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=" https://twitter.com/neighborsgo/status/1716750994"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;https://twitter.com/neighborsgo/status/1716750994&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;neighborsgo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@gamookie is our featured Twitter friend up top on neighborsgo.com. Who wants to be next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/gamookie/status/1716883974"&gt;https://twitter.com/gamookie/status/1716883974&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gamookie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@neighborsgo Wow! How did that happen? Wow... Thanks! All I did was be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/neighborsgo/status/1717124489"&gt;https://twitter.com/neighborsgo/status/1717124489&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;neighborsgo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@gamookie You had us at "the first rule of swine flu is that you don't talk about swine flu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. Make a joke about swine flu comparing it to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00003W8NM?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=tomutionmyha-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B00003W8NM"&gt;Fight Club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=tomutionmyha-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B00003W8NM" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;, and people love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned something new. It is going to be a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15765179-6426773048540625979?l=tmtomh.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>"Witty" Banter with a Fifteen-Year Old Kid on Facebook</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2009/04/witty-banter-with-fifteen-year-old-kid.html</link><category>Facebook</category><category>ways to waste hours on the internet being non-productive</category><author>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com (M. Robert Turange)</author><pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 21:00:24 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-411118303156939788</guid><description>I am a Facebook friend to the children of some my friends, including this lovable fellow who loves music by U2 and The Smiths yet somehow hates the 80s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I am not a KISS fan, otherwise I would have continued the banter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SfkiF3DS7bI/AAAAAAAABfQ/_bbSDFZLVfE/s1600-h/Facebook+Conversation.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SfkiF3DS7bI/AAAAAAAABfQ/_bbSDFZLVfE/s400/Facebook+Conversation.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330329118042156466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15765179-411118303156939788?l=tmtomh.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5M0BEZry3do/SfkiF3DS7bI/AAAAAAAABfQ/_bbSDFZLVfE/s72-c/Facebook+Conversation.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>Write about What You Know</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2009/04/write-about-what-you-know.html</link><category>lylab</category><category>Xtranormal</category><author>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com (M. Robert Turange)</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 17:55:05 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-3261324246047233947</guid><description>Or rather... what I've heard happen to a friend of mine once or twice back in Middle School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src = "http://www.xtranormal.com/players/jwplayer.swf" width = "500" height = "350" allowscriptaccess = "always" allowfullscreen = "true" flashvars = "height=350&amp;width=500&amp;file=http://tmpvideo.xtranormal.com/highres/20090422/709704b0-2f9d-11de-be91-001b210ae39a_7.flv&amp;image=http://tmpvideo.xtranormal.com/highres/20090422/709704b0-2f9d-11de-be91-001b210ae39a_7_0.jpg&amp;searchbar=false&amp;autostart=false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15765179-3261324246047233947?l=tmtomh.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>Office Meeting</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2009/04/office-meeting.html</link><category>short film</category><category>workplace depression</category><category>Office meeting</category><category>Xtranormal</category><author>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com (M. Robert Turange)</author><pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 18:04:46 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-1551423031755382349</guid><description>So I went and made one of the Xtranormal films myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src = "http://www.xtranormal.com/players/jwplayer.swf" width = "500" height = "350" allowscriptaccess = "always" allowfullscreen = "true" flashvars = "height=350&amp;width=500&amp;file=http://tmpvideo.xtranormal.com/highres/20090420/fd229d4c-285c-11de-928d-001b210ae39a_7.flv&amp;image=http://tmpvideo.xtranormal.com/highres/20090420/fd229d4c-285c-11de-928d-001b210ae39a_7_0.jpg&amp;searchbar=false&amp;autostart=false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15765179-1551423031755382349?l=tmtomh.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>My Friend Sherri Makes Movies about Her Life</title><link>http://tmtomh.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-friend-sherri-makes-movies-about-her.html</link><category>Sherri</category><category>death</category><category>what are you thinking about</category><category>Recovering Sociopath</category><author>dayjobsandnightmares@gmail.com (M. Robert Turange)</author><pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2009 11:39:09 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-876558176884366845</guid><description>&lt;embed src = "http://www.xtranormal.com/players/jwplayer.swf" width = "500" height = "350" allowscriptaccess = "always" allowfullscreen = "true" flashvars = "height=350&amp;width=500&amp;file=http://tmpvideo.xtranormal.com/highres/20090412/8e7cb6c8-27dc-11de-b2bf-001b210ae39a_5.flv&amp;image=http://tmpvideo.xtranormal.com/highres/20090412/8e7cb6c8-27dc-11de-b2bf-001b210ae39a_5_0.jpg&amp;searchbar=false&amp;autostart=false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src = "http://www.xtranormal.com/players/jwplayer.swf" width = "500" height = "350" allowscriptaccess = "always" allowfullscreen = "true" flashvars = "height=350&amp;width=500&amp;file=http://tmpvideo.xtranormal.com/highres/20090413/159014ac-27e2-11de-987f-001b210acd5f_10.flv&amp;image=http://tmpvideo.xtranormal.com/highres/20090413/159014ac-27e2-11de-987f-001b210acd5f_10_0.jpg&amp;searchbar=false&amp;autostart=false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src = "http://www.xtranormal.com/players/jwplayer.swf" width = "500" height = "350" allowscriptaccess = "always" allowfullscreen = "true" flashvars = "height=350&amp;width=500&amp;file=http://tmpvideo.xtranormal.com/highres/20090412/abd01298-27d6-11de-b6b4-001b210ae39a_5.flv&amp;image=http://tmpvideo.xtranormal.com/highres/20090412/abd01298-27d6-11de-b6b4-001b210ae39a_5_0.jpg&amp;searchbar=false&amp;autostart=false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://recoveringsociopath.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sherri&lt;/a&gt;. The final one, "What Are You Thinking About?" is my favorite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15765179-876558176884366845?l=tmtomh.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><copyright>Creative Commons All The Way, Baby!</copyright><media:credit role="author">M. Robert Turange</media:credit><media:rating>nonadult</media:rating></channel></rss>
