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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KX-nxAOmFZ1J0SzXK08eawEDkgo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KX-nxAOmFZ1J0SzXK08eawEDkgo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZolrasWeblog/~4/xk-ASj6fTiQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zolrasweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1921940290206636719/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://zolrasweblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-most-people-that-dont-know-who-gay.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844772652865126700/posts/default/1921940290206636719?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844772652865126700/posts/default/1921940290206636719?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZolrasWeblog/~3/xk-ASj6fTiQ/for-most-people-that-dont-know-who-gay.html" title="All Gay Folks Are Not The Same" /><author><name>Zolra Caston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06313586216776300901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10358957450886341420" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pPyFslik5p8/S3RBOOcaFSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/nxDcSA3GjLA/s72-c/4101+small+copy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zolrasweblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-most-people-that-dont-know-who-gay.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUBRX48fip7ImA9WxBWGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844772652865126700.post-200234186478651157</id><published>2010-02-10T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:50:54.076-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-10T19:50:54.076-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Online Series" /><title>We Are In The Moment</title><content type="html">Even though I don't think about moving there, Los Angeles always looks interesting to me. I get most of my information from movies to Jackie Collins. There is a movie or tv show being filmed down there everyday. I have a crazy schedule. So I never have time to watch television. I almost forgot to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Melrose Place 2.0&lt;/span&gt; (The remake of the 1992 series). Because of that, I have drawn myself to online series. Original shows that premieres on the internet. I even watch episodes online that I miss on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to that, I have become addicted to online series. I watch a variety of shows like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Guild, Drama Queenz, No Strings Attached, Gay's Anatomy &lt;/span&gt;and the upcoming show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Boys Who Brunch&lt;/span&gt;. Now I have added a new show to my list. I thought it was canceled months ago. When I saw a new episode a few days ago, I was like "THANK GOD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone, I recommend watching this show online called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In The Moment&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In The Moment&lt;/span&gt; is also about starting an open, honest conversation among gay guys in the Los Angeles area about these types of decisions.&lt;/span&gt; Below is the first episode of the show. If you want to watch more episodes, go to their youtube channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/inthemomenttv"&gt;Youtube.com/inthemomenttv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want more info, you can go to their website &lt;a href="http://inthemoment.ning.com/"&gt;inthemoment.tv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fkzp9dkazko&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fkzp9dkazko&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="420"&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/2844772652865126700-200234186478651157?l=zolrasweblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Whenever an&lt;a style="background: transparent url(http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif) repeat-x scroll center bottom; cursor: pointer; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-decoration: none; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px;" name="AdBriteInlineAd_idea" id="AdBriteInlineAd_idea" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; idea comes into our head, your first thought is ‘Are we willing to give it a shot’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of us, it’s all about the enjoyment of trying something new. It’s like adding salt and pepper to your meals when you want to give it an extra flavor. In a relationship, there is one thing that I notice is spreading like a new&lt;a style="background: transparent url(http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif) repeat-x scroll center bottom; cursor: pointer; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-decoration: none; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px;" name="AdBriteInlineAd_product" id="AdBriteInlineAd_product" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; product that just arrived in the store, and everyone is interested in buying it. I began researching why most couples like the idea of having threesomes. &lt;p&gt;I spent a whole month researching the topic. I interviewed people who actually experienced this in their sex life. Once that month was over, I was shocked by my recent discovery. There are so many reasons why people like this. After all the time, I began to ask myself. Were threesomes starting to be the new version of our sex lives?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some couples have threesomes as a way to introduce someone else into their lives. It’s like they want to bring their relationship to the next level. So they decide whether they should have a three-way relationship or have a friend &lt;a style="background: transparent url(http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif) repeat-x scroll center bottom; cursor: pointer; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-decoration: none; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px;" name="AdBriteInlineAd_friend" id="AdBriteInlineAd_friend" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that is willing to have a threesome with them. Also, most people that are having threesomes turn out to be their close friends. In situations like that, it’s all about trust, and knowing the outcome of doing it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There could be so many reasons why we could &lt;a style="background: transparent url(http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif) repeat-x scroll center bottom; cursor: pointer; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-decoration: none; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px;" name="AdBriteInlineAd_include" id="AdBriteInlineAd_include" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; include threesomes into our lives. Let’s just hope we put it to good &lt;a style="background: transparent url(http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif) repeat-x scroll center bottom; cursor: pointer; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-decoration: none; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px;" name="AdBriteInlineAd_good" id="AdBriteInlineAd_good" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;use. If it’s used in the wrong way, there could dire consequences. Not for one individual, but for all three of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844772652865126700-7312751256918204937?l=zolrasweblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LLYXS-GGBg04eoSUlm6Ypxt73no/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LLYXS-GGBg04eoSUlm6Ypxt73no/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZolrasWeblog/~4/qHQYVMt0QdA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zolrasweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7101928216998007182/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://zolrasweblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/pornography-vs-erotica.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844772652865126700/posts/default/7101928216998007182?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844772652865126700/posts/default/7101928216998007182?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZolrasWeblog/~3/qHQYVMt0QdA/pornography-vs-erotica.html" title="Pornography vs. Erotica" /><author><name>Zolra Caston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06313586216776300901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10358957450886341420" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zolrasweblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/pornography-vs-erotica.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkINQnk4eyp7ImA9WxBWEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844772652865126700.post-4046996564938634930</id><published>2010-02-01T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:16:33.733-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-01T19:16:33.733-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Life" /><title>Zolra Caston Is Going On Hiatus</title><content type="html">Hi everyone. First, I have to apologize for my absence. I really don't have much time because I'm in the office. I'm posting to tell you guys that I am going on hiatus for a while. I'm working on this screenplay that requires intense focus. Plus, I am writing a book that I'm trying to complete soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I think it can be good idea for me. I need to freshen up. I have overworked myself too much now. My passion for everything I want to do is still inside of me. It will never leave until I die. I just need some rest to bring the inspiration out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you guys in about another week. I love you guys so much. See you on the flip side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844772652865126700-4046996564938634930?l=zolrasweblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-JhCgXICDl6xeIS4Qr7kmu6QMfc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-JhCgXICDl6xeIS4Qr7kmu6QMfc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZolrasWeblog/~4/Y32B-1VG7_E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zolrasweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4046996564938634930/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://zolrasweblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/zolra-caston-is-going-on-hiatus.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844772652865126700/posts/default/4046996564938634930?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844772652865126700/posts/default/4046996564938634930?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZolrasWeblog/~3/Y32B-1VG7_E/zolra-caston-is-going-on-hiatus.html" title="Zolra Caston Is Going On Hiatus" /><author><name>Zolra Caston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06313586216776300901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10358957450886341420" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zolrasweblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/zolra-caston-is-going-on-hiatus.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8EQXo4eyp7ImA9WxBXFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844772652865126700.post-7572767050752698675</id><published>2010-01-26T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:00:00.433-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-26T00:00:00.433-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movies" /><title>I Am Julie Powell</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/00/Julie_and_julia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 301px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/00/Julie_and_julia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have no idea how many times I've seen this hit film &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Julie &amp;amp; Julia&lt;/span&gt;, but it has got be in the double digits now. I can't get enough of the films. The message in the film will be in my life forever. For people who have not seen this film, you must definitely see this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/plr3SQ8Aakc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/plr3SQ8Aakc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I praise Meryl Streep for her Golden Globe winning portrayal of Julia Child in this film, I give most of the credit to Amy Adams. Her portrayal of Julie Powell got most of my attention. At the very end of the movie, I felt like I was Julie Powell. Her story is my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie Powell was just starting a new life when she and her husband moved into their new apartment in Queens, New York. As she starts a new life, she feel like an outsider amongst her friends. They are becoming successful in their field of work and she is the only one that isn't happy about her position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that made her escape from these miserable times was cooking. Then right in the mix, she created a blog called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Julie/Julia Project. &lt;/span&gt;In this blog, she cooks her way through Julia Child's cookbook &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mastering the Art of French Cooking.&lt;/span&gt; In 365 days, she cooked 524 recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the movie, I've seen the changes in her as she goes through the project. I saw the happiness, challenges, meltdowns, and a comedic risk of health. Also, she finished a project for the first time in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally relate to this story. I am a workaholic. Whenever I'm asked to do something I can finish it at the blink of an eye. That's the problem. I finish things because I've been asked to do it. I had never finished something all by myself. After watching this movie, I have finished so many projects, it's hard to count. That is why I really love these movies where you see yourself in the movie. That's why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Julie &amp;amp; Julia&lt;/span&gt; has just been named my favorite movie of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my passion, which is writing. I can do it till the day I die. I love to blog, write movies, tv scripts, articles, and more. Of course I love venturing out into other fields (acting, modeling, hosting, etc.), but writing to going to be with me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you relate to me and Julie's story, you should definitely get this movie out on DVD. Trust me, this movie won't disappoint you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844772652865126700-7572767050752698675?l=zolrasweblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kStP6Bbr_Ge7yZNRLWOFEFYerJI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kStP6Bbr_Ge7yZNRLWOFEFYerJI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZolrasWeblog/~4/5IqYpW8e3-4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zolrasweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4217831706027459349/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://zolrasweblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-gonna-start-cooking-more.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844772652865126700/posts/default/4217831706027459349?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844772652865126700/posts/default/4217831706027459349?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZolrasWeblog/~3/5IqYpW8e3-4/im-gonna-start-cooking-more.html" title="I'm Gonna Start Cooking More" /><author><name>Zolra Caston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06313586216776300901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10358957450886341420" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zolrasweblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-gonna-start-cooking-more.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUEQHY9eip7ImA9WxBQGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844772652865126700.post-8588537934437168901</id><published>2010-01-18T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T06:00:01.862-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-18T06:00:01.862-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Life" /><title>I Love Acting</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.froems.com/Quickstart/ImageLib/movie_set_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 207px;" src="http://www.froems.com/Quickstart/ImageLib/movie_set_1.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi guys. It is very good to be back blogging to you guys. By the time, you read this, it'll be Monday. I decided to write this Sunday because I have a day off before I have to return to the movie set. I just finished shooting my fifth film, and currently shooting the sixth. I am working alongside this huge movie star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can tell you, but I can't until the movie trailer or poster comes out. All I can tell you is that I am having a blast. Acting is definitely one of my passions. At this rate, I will keep on doing until the day I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys. There might be another blog post after this. I can't wait to see update you guys full time Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844772652865126700-8588537934437168901?l=zolrasweblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XzJeUlWBxr0KVPSp9PnqMPIeW0U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XzJeUlWBxr0KVPSp9PnqMPIeW0U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZolrasWeblog/~4/HtT_OkAccIo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zolrasweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8588537934437168901/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://zolrasweblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-acting.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844772652865126700/posts/default/8588537934437168901?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844772652865126700/posts/default/8588537934437168901?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZolrasWeblog/~3/HtT_OkAccIo/i-love-acting.html" title="I Love Acting" /><author><name>Zolra Caston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06313586216776300901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10358957450886341420" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zolrasweblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-acting.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIHSHo4eCp7ImA9WxBQF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844772652865126700.post-5728839305287525080</id><published>2010-01-18T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T14:15:39.430-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-17T14:15:39.430-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movies" /><title>Life Is Very Complicated</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/ee/Its_complicated_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 343px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/ee/Its_complicated_ver2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After my second day of filming my fifth movie, I finally got to the chance to see the romantic comedy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Complicated&lt;/span&gt;. For most people that know me, I am a huge fan of romantic comedies. Through my eyes, they are the best movies ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my hard work, I wasn't able to see the movie the day it premiered. I thought theaters were closed on Christmas. But I guess some of them stay open. I finally managed to see the movie a month later after it premiered. Good thing I did because I had an amazing night watching the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie centers around two people Jane (Meryl Streep) and her ex-husband Jake (Alec Baldwin). Jane owns a successful bakery in Santa Barbara, California. Jake is a successful attorney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ten years of separation and three grown kids, things look peaceful now between the two of them. They can look at each other and not be upset about the divorce. Jake has married a much younger woman named Agness (Lake Bell) who has a son. So it appears that Jane doesn't have to worry about anything between the two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the tables turn when they attend their son's college graduation in New York. After alot of partying, dancing, and drinking, Jane and Jake accidentally sleep together in their hotel room. The affair brings back memories through Jake's head while Jane feels bad for sleeping with him. Part of Jane knows it is wrong, since Jake and Agness are still married and trying to have a baby; the other part of Jane relishes in being "the other woman" and continues the affair with Jake in Santa Barbara. Jake is just enjoying the clandestine sex and doesn't show much interest in Jane's growth as a person. So they decided to continue on with this affair, keeping it a secret from everyone, including the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But during this time, a spark begins to light between Jane and her architect Adam (Steve Martin), who was hired to remodel her house. Adam is just went through a divorce. This evens out the field between the two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What becomes of the outcome of the movie? You'll have to see the movie to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my review. This is one of the best romantic comedies of the year. It is a feel good movie. It makes you think of your past relationships and wonder if that spark is still there. Then once you figure it out. Then you'll know if it's alright to try again or if it's time to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844772652865126700-5728839305287525080?l=zolrasweblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We are only able to keep in contact with him via phone, but I know he is doing everything he can for everyone in Haiti. Whenever something happens, he is there on the scene in a split second. So you guys know I will be watching AC360 tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are more pictures of the current situation in Haiti. As I look through these pictures, I cannot believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.novinite.com/media/images/2010-01/photo_verybig_111915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 144px;" src="http://www.novinite.com/media/images/2010-01/photo_verybig_111915.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hotindienews.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/AFP+Haiti+presidential+palace+earthquake+480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 145px;" src="http://www.hotindienews.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/AFP+Haiti+presidential+palace+earthquake+480.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.northernlife.ca/uploadedImages/news/localNews/2010/01/130110_haiti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 129px;" src="http://www.northernlife.ca/uploadedImages/news/localNews/2010/01/130110_haiti.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2010/1/13/1263371859232/A-child-injured-in-an-ear-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 136px;" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2010/1/13/1263371859232/A-child-injured-in-an-ear-001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assets.nydailynews.com/img/2010/01/14/alg_haiti-earthquack-victims.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 138px;" src="http://assets.nydailynews.com/img/2010/01/14/alg_haiti-earthquack-victims.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stabroeknews.com/images/2010/01/haiti-33-278x265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 138px;" src="http://www.stabroeknews.com/images/2010/01/haiti-33-278x265.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedailyinquirer.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/haiti-earthquake-relief-begins-thousands-feared-dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 188px;" src="http://www.thedailyinquirer.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/haiti-earthquake-relief-begins-thousands-feared-dead.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://biomedme.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/haiti-earth-quake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 187px;" src="http://biomedme.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/haiti-earth-quake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2844772652865126700-7466505901364176902?l=zolrasweblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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