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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IASXk4fip7ImA9WxNaFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924</id><updated>2009-11-30T21:52:28.736-06:00</updated><title>Electronic Cerebrectomy</title><subtitle type="html">Observations on pop culture from the end of Western Civilization.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4907</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/Ocnm" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQNRnkzeCp7ImA9WxNaFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-3679718127820833850</id><published>2009-11-29T14:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T14:59:57.780-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-29T14:59:57.780-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animation History" /><title>Snoopy Cartoons</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SxLZOi78h_I/AAAAAAAAfP0/WgtPh98Tc1Q/s1600/312835048_e1b061dea1_o.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/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SxLZOi78h_I/AAAAAAAAfP0/WgtPh98Tc1Q/s400/312835048_e1b061dea1_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409624946345019378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snoopy Come Home&lt;/span&gt; this morning on ABC Family. I hadn't seen it in years, and I found myself really engrossed in it. I think the old Peanuts cartoons are easy to take for granted, what with so many of the TV specials becoming holiday staples, and as a result, I don't think they're given enough credit for how good they really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I've read a bit over the years about how badly animated the Peanuts cartoons are supposed to be, but I really disagree with that assessment. Yes, they were made pretty inexpensively, but Bill Melendez, the director and producer behind them, was a veteran of UPA. And as UPA became famous for doing, Melendez turned his cost limitations into a kind of stylization. I think the character animation combined with the sparse and stylized backgrounds creates a minimalism that becomes sincere. It would be so easy for these cartoons, with their look at childhood and their unpolished kid actors, to be overly earnest and far too precious. But somehow the tone is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added to the stylized look is the groovy color design. They take the negative space and paint it all kinds of pinks and reds and purples. Again, it's a very UPA sort of look (there's a dream sequence in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snoopy Come Home&lt;/span&gt; that looks like it could have come out of a John Hubley cartoon, particularly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moonbird&lt;/span&gt;). Added to that is the great jazz music by Vince Guaraldi, which makes everything so mellow. (Although &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snoopy Come Home&lt;/span&gt;, although one of my favorite Peanuts cartoons, is a bad example there, because the music is by the Sherman Brothers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snoopy Come Home&lt;/span&gt; in particular delighted me with its quiet. It's not so loud and situational as most animated pictures tend to be. It takes its time and enjoys itself, with lots of character bits that I guess could be padding, but didn't feel like it to me. I was enjoying it too much to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they finally ruined the Peanuts cartoons in 1983 when they did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Flashbeagle, Charlie Brown&lt;/span&gt; and tried too hard to exploit a fad. After that, they started letting us hear Snoopy's thoughts, and that just sealed it for me. That's why I tend only to like Peanuts cartoons from 1965-1983 (starting with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Charlie Brown Christmas&lt;/span&gt; and ending with the film &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bon Voyage, Charlie Brown&lt;/span&gt;). I know that Snoopy's rants are a signature of the comic strip, and I love that, but I also loved the pantomime of the cartoon. It was just so much more expressive than mere words, and when they finally incorporated a voice to his thoughts, it was weird and disappointing (I felt that way at age 7; his voice didn't match for me, and I think robbing us of imagining Snoopy as ourselves is part of what killed the interest in the animation specials).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the Peanuts cartoons a lot, and I loved them when I was a kid. I identified way too much with Charlie Brown. I don't know why they're so often derided as being cheap and insubstantial. I think they transcend what they are and deserve more recognition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-3679718127820833850?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/3679718127820833850/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=3679718127820833850&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/3679718127820833850?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/3679718127820833850?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/uXwptpL8dGI/snoopy-cartoons.html" title="Snoopy Cartoons" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SxLZOi78h_I/AAAAAAAAfP0/WgtPh98Tc1Q/s72-c/312835048_e1b061dea1_o.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/snoopy-cartoons.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08GQ30_fSp7ImA9WxNaFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-430056254710874963</id><published>2009-11-29T13:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:10:22.345-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-29T13:10:22.345-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Song of the Week" /><title>Song of the Week: "Fireflies"</title><content type="html">I don't know who Owl City are, but I really love this song. The official video is pretty cool, I think, but Universal won't let anyone embed it because, I guess, they don't want anyone to be able to see it. But here's the song, and it's probably my favorite single from 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nDlypcDvchc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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/nDlypcDvchc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="330"&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/10445924-430056254710874963?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/430056254710874963/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=430056254710874963&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/430056254710874963?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/430056254710874963?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/JBSSRXInSBs/song-of-week-fireflies.html" title="Song of the Week: &quot;Fireflies&quot;" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-week-fireflies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAHQnk6eSp7ImA9WxNaFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-5897962566422392225</id><published>2009-11-29T11:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T11:45:33.711-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-29T11:45:33.711-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Summarized by a Smartass" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literary Life" /><title>Twilight Summarized by a Smartass, Chapter 21</title><content type="html">I have to hand it to Stephenie Meyer with this chapter. I mean it. I really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, when we last left Bella, she was hiding in a hotel room, waiting for something to happen to her. And, actually, as this chapter begins, she's... hiding in the hotel room, waiting for something to happen to her. That's one of this book's many, many troubling flaws, which is that Bella just sits and complains and waits for something to happen to her. She's no Harry Potter. Harry Potter was proactive. He mastered his own destiny. Sure, he had help--who doesn't?--but Bella Swan is just someone who sits around and passively watches life unfold for her and decides to stop thinking objectively and respecting herself the minute she has a boyfriend. Wonderful lesson for teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in this chapter, at least Bella starts to resemble a thinking, independent person again. After Alice had the vision in the last chapter about James coming to find Bella in some sort of room, she's been drawing what she saw. Now that it's finished, Bella knows that it's her mom's house. Alice calls Edward to tell him, and Edward and Carlisle are supposed to fly in from Seattle to take Bella somewhere else to hide her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella is finally chafing at all of this, upset that both of her parents are in danger now, and that she's also put the Cullens in danger. She doesn't want to hide for the rest of her life. Hey, actual character stuff is happening! You can almost--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but not really&lt;/span&gt;--forgive the way Edward blamed her for this entire situation for "smelling so yummy" or whatever stupid bullshit he was spewing. Because at least Bella is trying to figure out what's happening to her and how she can deal with it, instead of just being led around like a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It is way fucking overdramatic, though, for Bella to sit on the bed, staring at the wall, rocking in a ball for three and a half hours. Come on, let's get a move on, idiot. Can we have a single chapter that doesn't wallow in how much Bella feels sorry for herself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what turns all of this around and almost makes it seem like a story is unfolding is when Bella gets a phone call from her mother. Bella left her mother a message to call her and not go back to the house, but James has already gotten a hold of her. With her as hostage, he gets Bella on the phone, tells her exactly what to say so Alice and Jasper won't be suspicious, and tells her exactly what's going to happen to her mother if Bella doesn't give herself up to him. It's all just talking to one another, but for once, the dialogue is actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saying something&lt;/span&gt; and characters are actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;relating to each other&lt;/span&gt; instead of just talking at each other. Meyer is, for the first time in over 400 pages, creating emotional content. What's happening to Bella finally feels scary, and she's finally realized she can't keep running and putting the people she loves in danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she agrees to give herself up. And now, in order to save her mother, she's got to find a way to give Alice and Jasper the slip and get to her mother's house. I wonder if Meyer will be able to write that in an exciting way, or if we're back to emo mopery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brief excitement I had by the sudden appearance of plot and character was killed, however, by Bella's letter of goodbye to Edward. Well, not the letter itself, but the final line of the chapter: "And then I carefully sealed away my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clunk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, check out Bella's video blog. &lt;a href="http://rantocracy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;MC&lt;/a&gt; pointed this one out to me, and it is hilarious. This is exactly how I feel about these Twitards. There's an extra bonus, too, because the comments are absolutely hysterical. Twitard after Twitard so butt hurt that someone would rank on their precious surrogate identity, with people with user names like "OfficiallyBellaSwann" telling this gal that she's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That's perspective for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. And check out her YouTube Channel, there's a bunch more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bWLa-uFimaE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/bWLa-uFimaE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" 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/10445924-5897962566422392225?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/5897962566422392225/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=5897962566422392225&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/5897962566422392225?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/5897962566422392225?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/e24NuWC2CcI/twilight-summarized-by-smartass-chapter_29.html" title="Twilight Summarized by a Smartass, Chapter 21" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/twilight-summarized-by-smartass-chapter_29.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QHRH8zfSp7ImA9WxNaFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-8681766280792182081</id><published>2009-11-29T11:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T11:22:15.185-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-29T11:22:15.185-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sunday Hottie" /><title>Sunday Hottie 252</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SxKts42jglI/AAAAAAAAfPs/I-KPG-UVUz8/s1600/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SxKts42jglI/AAAAAAAAfPs/I-KPG-UVUz8/s400/017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409577089112441426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TORI AMOS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-8681766280792182081?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/8681766280792182081/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=8681766280792182081&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/8681766280792182081?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/8681766280792182081?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/FL3We1hRlXw/sunday-hottie-252.html" title="Sunday Hottie 252" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SxKts42jglI/AAAAAAAAfPs/I-KPG-UVUz8/s72-c/017.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-hottie-252.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQGQn07eip7ImA9WxNaFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-4314432365755630521</id><published>2009-11-28T21:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:45:23.302-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-28T21:45:23.302-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Yo Joe" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Site Stuff" /><title>No Joe, for a Month or So</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SxHt8krdcMI/AAAAAAAAfPk/Wy0bBsO6w7M/s1600/0021.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SxHt8krdcMI/AAAAAAAAfPk/Wy0bBsO6w7M/s400/0021.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409366252342571202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of my resources are down right now, and doing these takes longer than they should sometimes, so I'm going to stop doing my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;G.I. Joe&lt;/span&gt; recaps until January. Not sure anyone will miss them, but just in case, I wanted to give a heads up instead of just ceasing them without explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I should be working on a new turtle comic and a new Evaluating Disney, anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-4314432365755630521?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/4314432365755630521/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=4314432365755630521&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/4314432365755630521?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/4314432365755630521?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/wfdTQy1a05A/no-joe-for-month-or-so.html" title="No Joe, for a Month or So" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SxHt8krdcMI/AAAAAAAAfPk/Wy0bBsO6w7M/s72-c/0021.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-joe-for-month-or-so.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYDQns_eip7ImA9WxNaFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-6717231974350768765</id><published>2009-11-28T21:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:42:53.542-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-28T21:42:53.542-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Useless Lists" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Films" /><title>50 Films, 1991-2000</title><content type="html">After &lt;a href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/50-films-2000-2009.html" target="_blank"&gt;yesterday's movie list&lt;/a&gt;, picking my 50 favorite films from 2000 to 2009, I was having fun and decided to keep going. So, here's another esoteric list of favorites. And that is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;favorites&lt;/span&gt;, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;greatest&lt;/span&gt;. Since I just can't bring myself to defy the calendar, it's my favorite movies from 1991 to 2000. I didn't put on any of the movies from yesterday's list, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Addams Family Values&lt;br /&gt;2. The American President&lt;br /&gt;3. Babe&lt;br /&gt;4. Beauty and the Beast&lt;br /&gt;5. The Big Lebowski&lt;br /&gt;6. Boogie Nights&lt;br /&gt;7. A Christmas Carol&lt;br /&gt;8. Clerks&lt;br /&gt;9. The Crow&lt;br /&gt;10. Dead Again&lt;br /&gt;11. Ed Wood&lt;br /&gt;12. The Edge&lt;br /&gt;13. Fantasia 2000&lt;br /&gt;14. The Fifth Element&lt;br /&gt;15. The Frighteners&lt;br /&gt;16. From Dusk Till Dawn&lt;br /&gt;17. The Fugitive&lt;br /&gt;18. Galaxy Quest&lt;br /&gt;19. George of the Jungle&lt;br /&gt;20. Gettysburg&lt;br /&gt;21. Groundhog Day&lt;br /&gt;22. Independence Day&lt;br /&gt;23. The Iron Giant&lt;br /&gt;24. James and the Giant Peach&lt;br /&gt;25. L.A. Story&lt;br /&gt;26. The Last of the Mohicans&lt;br /&gt;27. Little Women&lt;br /&gt;28. Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels&lt;br /&gt;29. Lost in Space&lt;br /&gt;30. Mars Attacks!&lt;br /&gt;31. The Mummy&lt;br /&gt;32. The Muppet Christmas Carol&lt;br /&gt;33. My Neighbors the Yamadas&lt;br /&gt;34. Mystery Men&lt;br /&gt;35. The Piano&lt;br /&gt;36. The Prince of Egypt&lt;br /&gt;37. Princess Mononoke&lt;br /&gt;38. Pulp Fiction&lt;br /&gt;39. Rudyard Kipling’s The Jungle Book&lt;br /&gt;40. A Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;41. Sirens&lt;br /&gt;42. Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country&lt;br /&gt;43. Starship Troopers&lt;br /&gt;44. The Straight Story&lt;br /&gt;45. Tarzan&lt;br /&gt;46. That Thing You Do!&lt;br /&gt;47. The 13th Warrior&lt;br /&gt;48. Tombstone&lt;br /&gt;49. Toy Story 2&lt;br /&gt;50. True Romance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-6717231974350768765?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/6717231974350768765/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=6717231974350768765&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/6717231974350768765?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/6717231974350768765?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/Pia-QWkD820/50-films-1991-2000.html" title="50 Films, 1991-2000" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/50-films-1991-2000.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8ARX86cCp7ImA9WxNaFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-3263033321810919187</id><published>2009-11-28T20:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T11:14:04.118-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-29T11:14:04.118-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dinosaurs" /><title>Paleontological Porn</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SxHWHg5XbTI/AAAAAAAAfPc/XpVmAHfwK3o/s1600/MUJA-Tyrannosaurus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SxHWHg5XbTI/AAAAAAAAfPc/XpVmAHfwK3o/s400/MUJA-Tyrannosaurus.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409340052026649906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edited so the world makes sense again and no one's head explodes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-3263033321810919187?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/3263033321810919187/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=3263033321810919187&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/3263033321810919187?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/3263033321810919187?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/E5lYJWBxyy8/archaeological-porn.html" title="Paleontological Porn" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SxHWHg5XbTI/AAAAAAAAfPc/XpVmAHfwK3o/s72-c/MUJA-Tyrannosaurus.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/archaeological-porn.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIFRHkzfSp7ImA9WxNaE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-3457111467838382111</id><published>2009-11-27T12:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T12:45:15.785-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-27T12:45:15.785-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Skiffy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Films" /><title>Two Great Tastes That Taste Great Together</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The A-Team&lt;/span&gt;. Forgot how much I loved the theme from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The A-Team&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OCwnIPb1CcI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&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/OCwnIPb1CcI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="330"&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/10445924-3457111467838382111?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/3457111467838382111/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=3457111467838382111&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/3457111467838382111?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/3457111467838382111?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/TqA7JF-kiSk/two-great-tastes-that-taste-great.html" title="Two Great Tastes That Taste Great Together" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-great-tastes-that-taste-great.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEICRHw8fCp7ImA9WxNaE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-224774144420592007</id><published>2009-11-27T12:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T12:29:25.274-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-27T12:29:25.274-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Useless Lists" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Films" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memes" /><title>50 Films, 2000-2009</title><content type="html">There's a little meme going around right now in which people are picking their "favorite films from the first decade of the 21st century." Because, as we all know, when you count in units of ten, you count from zero to 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sorry, I had to get that out. I wasn't going to make my list of the best films of the 2000s until the actual end of the decade, but I'm enjoying the meme as such, because the whole point of it, as &lt;a href="http://littleroundheadedboy.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-50-favorite-films-of-first-decade-of.html" target="_blank"&gt;originally posted here&lt;/a&gt;, is to pick not "The Best" movies of the decade, but your favorite films. To whit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"This list means nothing, except to me. It's a list of 50 movies that gave me pleasure over the past decade. I can say without reservation that I would watch any of these again. Would I say that all of them are great films, however great films are supposed to be defined? Probably not. But that's nothing you need to worry about. Because it's my list."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught this by way of &lt;a href="http://byzantiumshores.blogspot.com/2009/11/50-films-from-aughts.html" target="_blank"&gt;Jaquandor&lt;/a&gt;, and I figured I had to make my own list. So here it is, in alphabetical order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. About a Boy&lt;br /&gt;2. American Splendor&lt;br /&gt;3. Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy&lt;br /&gt;4. Borat&lt;br /&gt;5. Brokeback Mountain&lt;br /&gt;6. Bubba Ho-tep&lt;br /&gt;7. Casino Royale&lt;br /&gt;8. Clerks II&lt;br /&gt;9. Death Proof&lt;br /&gt;10. Eloise at the Plaza/Eloise at Christmastime&lt;br /&gt;11. Fanboys&lt;br /&gt;12. Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;13. Forgetting Sarah Marshall&lt;br /&gt;14. The 40 Year-Old Virgin&lt;br /&gt;15. The Greatest Game Ever Played&lt;br /&gt;16. Hairspray&lt;br /&gt;17. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban&lt;br /&gt;18. Hedwig and the Angry Inch&lt;br /&gt;19. Hellboy&lt;br /&gt;20. High Fidelity&lt;br /&gt;21. Hot Fuzz&lt;br /&gt;22. The Incredibles&lt;br /&gt;23. Kill Bill&lt;br /&gt;24. King Kong&lt;br /&gt;25. Lilo &amp;amp; Stitch&lt;br /&gt;26. Little Miss Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;27. The Lord of the Rings&lt;br /&gt;28. Lost in Translation&lt;br /&gt;29. Love Actually&lt;br /&gt;30. Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist&lt;br /&gt;31. Pineapple Express&lt;br /&gt;32. Quills&lt;br /&gt;33. Revenge of the Sith&lt;br /&gt;34. The Road to El Dorado&lt;br /&gt;35. School of Rock&lt;br /&gt;36. Shaun of the Dead&lt;br /&gt;37. Sin City&lt;br /&gt;38. Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;39. Speed Racer&lt;br /&gt;40. Spider-Man 2&lt;br /&gt;41. Spirited Away&lt;br /&gt;42. Superbad&lt;br /&gt;43. 300&lt;br /&gt;44. Titan A.E.&lt;br /&gt;45. Triplets of Belleville&lt;br /&gt;46. V for Vendetta&lt;br /&gt;47. WALL-E&lt;br /&gt;48. Watchmen&lt;br /&gt;49. Winged Migration&lt;br /&gt;50. Wizards of Waverly Place: The Movie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-224774144420592007?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/224774144420592007/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=224774144420592007&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/224774144420592007?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/224774144420592007?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/vGNRotewxdU/50-films-2000-2009.html" title="50 Films, 2000-2009" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/50-films-2000-2009.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MFSH8-eyp7ImA9WxNaE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-9009526701144629988</id><published>2009-11-27T12:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T12:10:19.153-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-27T12:10:19.153-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Skiffy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Films" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Attempted Humor" /><title>It Was Inevitable</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SxAV93pol1I/AAAAAAAAfPM/v9cpAFuWXKA/s1600/roflbot-etMX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SxAV93pol1I/AAAAAAAAfPM/v9cpAFuWXKA/s400/roflbot-etMX.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408847305126745938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-9009526701144629988?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/9009526701144629988/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=9009526701144629988&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/9009526701144629988?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/9009526701144629988?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/AOZZ9UesoqY/it-was-inevitable.html" title="It Was Inevitable" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SxAV93pol1I/AAAAAAAAfPM/v9cpAFuWXKA/s72-c/roflbot-etMX.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-was-inevitable.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUICRn8zeip7ImA9WxNaEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-5841943661025280015</id><published>2009-11-26T10:52:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:46:07.182-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-26T11:46:07.182-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Misc. Holidays" /><title>Thanks-meme-ing</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Sw62GJMmMAI/AAAAAAAAfOc/2SkAE4bCyqg/s1600/alien+feast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Sw62GJMmMAI/AAAAAAAAfOc/2SkAE4bCyqg/s400/alien+feast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408460419182768130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Do you cook all or part of the meal?&lt;/span&gt; I love a big Thanksgiving meal, but I don't make one very often. Becca usually goes to her mom's, and I don't really do much for the holiday myself, because I got tired of being pulled all over. One time, Becca and I did get to have Thanksgiving alone, and it was awesome. We made a huge meal and ate it for days and days. Holy crap, leftover stuffing is especially awesome if you fry it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. How much do you spend buying groceries for the meal?&lt;/span&gt; I can't afford much this year, so there's that. One grocery store here had an incredible deal for turkeys yesterday: 39 cents a pound. Should've bought one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Do you eat at home or go to someone else’s?&lt;/span&gt; Again, I don't go out of my way for Thanksgiving anymore. It was just too damn stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Describe your perfect bite?&lt;/span&gt; Um... one with food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Sw63mAe7fKI/AAAAAAAAfOk/jlJQP4qbdb0/s1600/turkey+breasts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Sw63mAe7fKI/AAAAAAAAfOk/jlJQP4qbdb0/s400/turkey+breasts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408462066111184034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. White meat or dark?&lt;/span&gt; I do prefer the white meat. At least, as far as turkey is concerned. Yeah, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Stuffing with giblets or without?&lt;/span&gt; Without. Just... yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Anything you won’t eat at the Thanksgiving meal?&lt;/span&gt; I'm not a cranberry guy. My wife loves them (she makes real cranberries, not that canned stuff), and my mom loves them, too, but I'm just not into them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Carve Mr. Gobble at the table or serve on a platter?&lt;/span&gt; Platter. I guess because my mom and dad always did it that way. I don't get the spectacle of watching a turkey get carved. I just want to eat it. My dad generally grills his turkey now. That sounds pretty good. Damn, I'm starting to get hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Sw64wxGwGqI/AAAAAAAAfOs/OPCSi3SMYLU/s1600/roflbot-ZRn6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Sw64wxGwGqI/AAAAAAAAfOs/OPCSi3SMYLU/s400/roflbot-ZRn6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408463350473431714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Favorite pie?&lt;/span&gt; Pumpkin. Maybe with a little whipped cream. I'd kind of like to try that pumpkin cheesecake, but that looks pretty intense. I think I could only have a half-slice of that. Can't chow down like I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Formal table or Chinet?&lt;/span&gt; I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Your menu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey&lt;br /&gt;Mashed Potatoes (I'm not into gravy)&lt;br /&gt;Crescent Rolls (I like the flakiness)&lt;br /&gt;Stuffing (I like Stove Top)&lt;br /&gt;Steamed Green Beans (or Green Bean Casserole)&lt;br /&gt;Coffee&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin Pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tastes are pretty simple, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Favorite leftover?&lt;/span&gt; Fried stuffing. I think it was Bubs who came up with that one, so thanks, Bubs! It's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Sw67LXZD6SI/AAAAAAAAfO0/TB4-rpk-tjk/s1600/tumblr_ktoo3h40ck1qzduzfo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Sw67LXZD6SI/AAAAAAAAfO0/TB4-rpk-tjk/s400/tumblr_ktoo3h40ck1qzduzfo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408466006450628898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Extended family, friends, both or just the immediate family for dinner?&lt;/span&gt; Again, I don't do the big Thanksgiving anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. After dinner, do you go to the latest movie or watch football on TV or just a turkey induced snooze?&lt;/span&gt; We used to go see movies, sometimes. I'm not a football fan, so sometimes we just put something on or talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Do you watch the Macy’s Parade?&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes. I wish someone carried the Disney Parade. I can't seem to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Christmas decorations up before or after?&lt;/span&gt; It varies. If we don't do it kind of early, Becca gets really jaded, but she works in retail, where they've been ramping up for the "Christmas season" since freaking August. Her store's been playing the Christmas music for weeks, so I can understand. Personally, I'm kind of sick and tired of Christmas this year, too. It's already been too much, and it's like a constant reminder of being broke. Plus, Becca's been sick, so she's not really in the spirit. I don't think we're going to put any decorations up this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Sw68c6HJ4nI/AAAAAAAAfO8/_XAXGVkuvnw/s1600/tumblr_ktq2q8lVwr1qzpwi0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Sw68c6HJ4nI/AAAAAAAAfO8/_XAXGVkuvnw/s400/tumblr_ktq2q8lVwr1qzpwi0o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408467407340167794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Black Friday shopping or sleep in?&lt;/span&gt;  I'll get to sleep in, but Becca will have to be at work by 5 in the morning. I'd rather just stay at home instead of going to Walmart to get trampled, and I'm broke, anyway. Jeez, I want to throw people into things at the store on days when it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; crowded, why would I want to dive into a crowd on Black Friday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Any special Thanksgiving tradition?&lt;/span&gt; No, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Favorite thing about Thanksgiving?&lt;/span&gt; The quiet. Living in a college town, it's a day when you know there's not going to be any parties or loud music until four in the morning. I dig that the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Favorite Thanksgiving memory?&lt;/span&gt; I don't really have a specific one. I've enjoyed lots of Thanksgivings in the past, of course, but nothing stands out as being better than all the rest. I used to like going to my stepmom's sister's and watching trashy movies (which was their tradition--to get the most gonzo movie they could find, like the year we watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer&lt;/span&gt;). I spent one Thanksgiving with my friend Alice and her family in high school--I offered to help clear the table, and her mom was so shocked to hear anyone offer help at all. And I liked the year Becca and I got to stay home and have our own Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Thanksgiving is not a big deal to me, and now that I've rid myself of a lot of the stress surrounding it, it's more enjoyable to me. I don't mind being alone and not having the giant meal, but if I get to have Thanksgiving dinner, I enjoy that, too. Take life as it comes, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Sw6-vUgtjFI/AAAAAAAAfPE/uZANoO16P0U/s1600/tumblr_ktn2zycCmT1qzv1jqo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Sw6-vUgtjFI/AAAAAAAAfPE/uZANoO16P0U/s400/tumblr_ktn2zycCmT1qzv1jqo1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408469922687585362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Slapsgiving, Everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-5841943661025280015?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/5841943661025280015/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=5841943661025280015&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/5841943661025280015?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/5841943661025280015?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/y4VwW1zQvwI/thanks-meme-ing.html" title="Thanks-meme-ing" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Sw62GJMmMAI/AAAAAAAAfOc/2SkAE4bCyqg/s72-c/alien+feast.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-meme-ing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMGSX8zfCp7ImA9WxNaEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-731225782362087215</id><published>2009-11-25T18:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:13:48.184-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-25T18:13:48.184-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random" /><title>Unfortunate Place to Cut Off That Photo...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Sw3IHA-qIPI/AAAAAAAAfOU/ebwTzIMCpAU/s1600/tumblr_ktnclpF49X1qzf921o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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hearing about the sandwich you just ate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics of Adrianne Curry in a metal bikini &gt; hearing about your breakfast omelet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics of teenagers showing their abs off &gt; hearing about waiting in line for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd mention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-8112412708681509997?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/8112412708681509997/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=8112412708681509997&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/8112412708681509997?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/8112412708681509997?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/1Lv27HkT3EM/twitter-math.html" title="Twitter Math" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/twitter-math.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YMRng4cSp7ImA9WxNaEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-4375583458009849681</id><published>2009-11-25T16:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:46:27.639-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-25T16:46:27.639-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Film Week" /><title>Film Week</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A review of the films I watched this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPERHERO MOVIE&lt;/span&gt; (2008)&lt;br /&gt;I have no one but myself to blame. No stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAR, INC.&lt;/span&gt; (2008)&lt;br /&gt;Shitty, shitty, totally shitty movie with John Cusack as a government hitman who goes to the Middle East to kill some oil minister and falls in love with Marisa Tomei and ends up having to deal with "the Eastern European Britney Spears," Yonica Babyyeah, played by Hilary Duff. I liked Duff, but not enough to ever tell anyone to see this piece of shit. It's not as cool, hip, clever, or funny as it thinks. And frankly, I'm sick of filmmakers trying to convince me how lovable and hilarious John Cusack supposedly is. * star for Duffster, but even that's begrudging, since she's not really very good here, I just like her in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPACE CHIMPS&lt;/span&gt; (2008)&lt;br /&gt;Unwatchable crap trying too hard to be a DreamWorks movie. No stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAMBADA&lt;/span&gt; (1990)&lt;br /&gt;One of the most ridiculous things I've ever seen in my life, with J. Eddie Peck as a math teacher who moonlights dancing the lambada in a club and teaching high school dropouts about trigonometry. Earnest to the point of absolute silliness. I remember hearing about how sexy and controversial this PG-rated potboiler was when I was 13, but this thing is tamer (and dumber) than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;High School Musical&lt;/span&gt;. And the leader of the bad kids, Adolfo "Shabba-Doo" Quinones, plays his role like he's auditioning for the 1965 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batman&lt;/span&gt; TV series. Seriously, Victor Buono's looking at this guy and thinking "Jeez, dial it down a notch." * star. It also has some rubberneck factor because the high school chick who falls for the teacher is Melora Hardin. That's just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE TALE OF DESPEREAUX&lt;/span&gt; (2008)&lt;br /&gt;Imbecilic in the extreme. This movie has no idea what it wants to do or who the audience is, and is totally unwatchable. No stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-4375583458009849681?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/4375583458009849681/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=4375583458009849681&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/4375583458009849681?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/4375583458009849681?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/jweCpD_LAJc/film-week_25.html" title="Film Week" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/film-week_25.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4ARX06fSp7ImA9WxNaEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-6409684698544934200</id><published>2009-11-25T16:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:09:04.315-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-25T16:09:04.315-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Skiffy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV Report" /><title>Doctor Who: The End of Time Preview</title><content type="html">This year's Children in Need special aired the first three minutes (pre-credits) of the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Doctor Who&lt;/span&gt; Christmas episode, "The End of Time," which is also the first of David Tennant's last two episodes as the Doctor. I so can't wait to see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, you might not want to watch this if you haven't seen "The Waters of Mars" yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fa4Qw0t6mhI&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&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/Fa4Qw0t6mhI&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="330"&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/10445924-6409684698544934200?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/6409684698544934200/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=6409684698544934200&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/6409684698544934200?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/6409684698544934200?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/yP_Wtw_ok9g/doctor-who-end-of-time-preview.html" title="Doctor Who: The End of Time Preview" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/doctor-who-end-of-time-preview.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEABR38_cSp7ImA9WxNaEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-4126202409675608792</id><published>2009-11-25T16:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:05:56.149-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-25T16:05:56.149-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Skiffy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV Report" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ad Hell" /><title>The Doctor, Romana, and Prime Computers</title><content type="html">I know, I know, I've been posting a ton of videos, but I just keep finding so much awesome stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: here are some Prime Computer ads featuring Tom Baker and Lalla Ward in character as the Doctor and Romana. Cheesy, silly stuff, sure, but a great reminder of just how good these two were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iJeu3LCo-6A&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&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/iJeu3LCo-6A&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="330"&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/10445924-4126202409675608792?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/4126202409675608792/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=4126202409675608792&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/4126202409675608792?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/4126202409675608792?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/6tqwsGnPP88/doctor-romana-and-prime-computers.html" title="The Doctor, Romana, and Prime Computers" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/doctor-romana-and-prime-computers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQMSXoyfip7ImA9WxNaFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-893912682328731407</id><published>2009-11-24T12:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:16:28.496-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-28T19:16:28.496-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Muppets" /><title>The Muppets' Bohemian Rhapsody</title><content type="html">This is by far my favorite of the Muppet viral videos. Please never stop making these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgbNymZ7vqY&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&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/tgbNymZ7vqY&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SxHLCtpGvjI/AAAAAAAAfPU/5OlHHwVcbAA/s1600/trans29.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 88px; height: 32px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SxHLCtpGvjI/AAAAAAAAfPU/5OlHHwVcbAA/s400/trans29.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409327874920857138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yay! I'm &lt;a href="http://rantocracy.blogspot.com/2009/11/week-29-pageant-of-transmundane.html" target="_blank"&gt;Transmundane&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-893912682328731407?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/893912682328731407/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=893912682328731407&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/893912682328731407?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/893912682328731407?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/Y4aneah-3I8/muppets-bohemian-rhapsody.html" title="The Muppets' Bohemian Rhapsody" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SxHLCtpGvjI/AAAAAAAAfPU/5OlHHwVcbAA/s72-c/trans29.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/muppets-bohemian-rhapsody.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4GRHczcSp7ImA9WxNaEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-6246337181062745495</id><published>2009-11-24T12:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:38:45.989-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-24T12:38:45.989-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Occasional Links" /><title>Imperious Links</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Swwm_jB_qRI/AAAAAAAAfOM/4iNM2pvkxYQ/s1600/YWJfnL5P6ob3jmifnbU4kxswo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Swwm_jB_qRI/AAAAAAAAfOM/4iNM2pvkxYQ/s400/YWJfnL5P6ob3jmifnbU4kxswo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407740125742344466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article/195_7-things-good-parents-do-that-screw-kids-up-life/" target="_blank"&gt;It seems like it's close to impossible to raise a normal child these days, what with the violent video games and the 4chan and the childhood obesity. But if the latest research is to be believed, even the good stuff we thought we were doing for our kids is ruining them. Yes, as it turns out the most innocent things we do to our kids every day can fuck them up worse than having the Joker shoot their parents in front of them.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;a href="http://houseofselfindulgence.blogspot.com/2009/11/shes-out-of-control-stan-dragoti-1989.html" target="_blank"&gt;This so-called legacy dilemma just happens to be the one conveniently plaguing the lead parent in Stan Dragoti's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She's Out of Control&lt;/span&gt;, a mystifyingly straightforward yarn about a single father who not only wants to restrain her teenage daughter's unstoppable journey into womanhood, but also desires the opportunity to suffocate her immaculate vagina with the inconsistent hardness of his erect penis.&lt;/a&gt; (Thank you! I remember seeing this movie when I was 13 and feeling &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; creepy the whole time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;a href="http://mightygodking.com/index.php/2009/11/10/scenes-from-an-alternate-universe-where-the-beatles-accepted-lorne-michaels-generous-offer/" target="_blank"&gt;Scenes from an Alternate Universe Where the Beatles Accepted Lorne Michaels' Generous Offer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;a href="http://calvinscanadiancaveofcool.blogspot.com/2009/11/very-cool-van-murals.html" target="_blank"&gt;Very cool van murals&lt;/a&gt;. (The Silver Surfer is always the best van mural you can have. Always.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;a href="http://www.comicsalliance.com/2009/11/12/stephenie-meyer-comic-book-twilight/" target="_blank"&gt;When you’re doing a biography of Stephenie Meyer, you’re going to run into a problem right off the bat, namely the fact that Stephanie Meyer is really f–king boring.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article/194_7-popular-chick-flicks-that-secretly-hate-women/" target="_blank"&gt;7 Popular Chick Flicks That Secretly Hate Women&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;a href="http://trueslant.com/matttaibbi/2009/11/20/sarah-palin-wwe-star/" target="_blank"&gt;Sarah Palin is on an endless crusade against assholes. It’s all she thinks about. She doesn’t really have any political ideas, in the classic sense of the word — in fact the only thing resembling real political convictions in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Going Rogue&lt;/span&gt; revolve around the Trans-Alaska pipeline and how awesome she thinks it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the rest of the book just catalogs her Gump-esque rise to national stardom (not having enough self-awareness to detect the monstrous narcissistic ambition that in reality was impelling her forward all along, she labors in the book to describe her various career leaps as lucky accidents or mystical acts of Providence) and the seemingly endless parade of meanies bent on tripping her up along the way. The book is really about her battles with these people, how much they did and do suck, and how difficult and inherently unfair life is for a decent hardworking American gal who just wants to live life, serve God, and try to be president without being bothered all the time.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-6246337181062745495?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/6246337181062745495/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=6246337181062745495&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/6246337181062745495?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/6246337181062745495?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/cqyGoa5oJPs/imperious-links.html" title="Imperious Links" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Swwm_jB_qRI/AAAAAAAAfOM/4iNM2pvkxYQ/s72-c/YWJfnL5P6ob3jmifnbU4kxswo1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/imperious-links.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8FQXg-cCp7ImA9WxNaEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-2137604022012954495</id><published>2009-11-23T14:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:26:50.658-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-24T18:26:50.658-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random Thoughts" /><title>Random Thoughts</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Swrvq4jWlOI/AAAAAAAAfOE/M4jy651hFJQ/s1600/gallery_main-evan-rachel-wood-true-blood-photos-08272009-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Swrvq4jWlOI/AAAAAAAAfOE/M4jy651hFJQ/s400/gallery_main-evan-rachel-wood-true-blood-photos-08272009-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407397822625912034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why do fans of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;True Blood&lt;/span&gt; hate Evan Rachel Wood so much? I don’t get it. I think she was perfectly cast and very funny and interesting, but all I hear about her is how terrible she’s supposed to be. Please don’t tell me it’s because “she’s not like the character in the book,” because that non-critical whine carries no weight with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: What the hell was the point of D.B. Sweeney, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Just saw the trailer for Amy Adams’ upcoming romantic comedy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leap Year&lt;/span&gt;, which looks like every other romantic comedy made in the last 70 years. In it, we find out that in Ireland it’s okay for a woman to propose to a man on Leap Day. Funny; I thought it was okay for a woman to propose to a man on any day of the year. Thank goodness romantic comedies keep coming out to show me how wrong I am about how far women have progressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: What’s with this little cult that’s grown up over the last few years devoted to the apparent awesomeness and infallibility of Frances Bean Cobain? Those people were shocked last week when their precious Bean threw a “don’t you know who I am?” celebrity shit-fit on a plane. You guys want to know how she could feel entitled because she’s Kurt Cobain’s daughter? Because you assholes have spent her entire life telling her she’s entitled because she’s Kurt Cobain’s daughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: No, I can see why you’d want to put a watermark on the image you posted on Tumblr. After all, you took that picture, so you own it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: A linguist in Minnesota spoke nothing but Klingon to his son for the first three years of his life, just to see if he could “pick it up” like a natural language. Still not licensing to be parents yet, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: I hate that Ringling Bros. feels it has to compete with Cirque du Soleil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: So, the economy is recovering but foreclosures are up? How does that work, exactly? Sorry, down here on the bottom, we’re still recovering from the massive fraud perpetrated by the companies we must protect or else the economy might collapse. Or something. This country is such a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does do my heart good, though, to see that the attorney general of Ohio is suing the three largest credit rating agencies in the country (Moody’s, Standard &amp;amp; Poor’s, and Fitch) alleging that they cost state retirement and funds over $450 million by approving high-risk Wall Street securities that went bust. The lawsuit accuses them of being in league with banks to create the conditions that led to the financial collapse. In other words, for fraud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: According to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New York Times&lt;/span&gt;, American workers are overpaid by as much as 20% and should take a pay cut. I’m waiting for this to happen, honestly. Wages go down, health care costs go up, savings are destroyed, Americans get screwed. And the financial elites who caused the disaster are still insulated from it, still losing nothing, and Congress continues to be on their side. Things are going to get worse. They really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: I really, really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; don’t want to hear anymore right wing “alternatives” to the public option that simply amount to “let’s not have a public option.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Wait, if you work for the RNC, your abortion is covered by your insurance. Wait… what? Also, why are Republicans attacking the cost involved in HR 3962? It’s actually pretty cost-effective: it would increase coverage by 10% while only raising the costs 0.8%, which isn’t bad. The real problem with it is that the public option, such as it exists now, has been watered down to the point where it will only have the power to stop the insurance companies from screwing over their policy holders. Which, in and of itself, is much more than I was even expecting it to do. Provided it gets passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was announced last week that uninsured emergency room patients are twice as likely to die as people with insurance. I think it’s time for the right to explain why they’re fighting so more people will die rather than less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: According to the Harvard Medical School, 2,266 veterans under the age of 65 died in 2008 because they couldn’t afford health insurance. In comparison, 155 US soldiers died in Afghanistan last year. But I’m sure all of those veterans didn’t have insurance because they didn’t want to pay for it and wanted cable television instead, right? Keep doing that bang-up job of supporting the troops, America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: I don’t have anything to say about Carrie Prejean right now other than she is a manipulative liar, a willing pawn (for money and publicity) in the right wing quest to oppress homosexuality, and a bigger sore loser than Sarah Palin. She is an idiot. Who the fuck walks off of Larry King? No, honey, he wasn’t being inappropriate, it’s just that you were completely unprepared for fame, because no matter how much you love attention, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you have nothing to say&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That said, I loved Mark Evanier’s contention that she’s been “getting a lot more airtime than any state-level beauty queen in history to complain that everyone's trying to silence her.” Right on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A8mAZhOJIfI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A8mAZhOJIfI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we still talking about Sarah Palin? What is the point of that? Still, hearing her fans boo her for leaving a book signing early… yeah, if she can’t handle being governor for a full term and can’t handle a small market book tour, there’s an indication of what she would’ve been like for the country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-2137604022012954495?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/2137604022012954495/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=2137604022012954495&amp;isPopup=true" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/2137604022012954495?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/2137604022012954495?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/Unzv5QFz8zI/random-thoughts.html" title="Random Thoughts" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Swrvq4jWlOI/AAAAAAAAfOE/M4jy651hFJQ/s72-c/gallery_main-evan-rachel-wood-true-blood-photos-08272009-01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-thoughts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4EQ3Y_eCp7ImA9WxNbGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-2802898936813981063</id><published>2009-11-23T11:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:38:22.840-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T11:38:22.840-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kristen Bell Mondays" /><title>Kristen Bell Mondays</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SwrIXsoJzhI/AAAAAAAAfN8/cUmXNMPQ_Lw/s1600/kb+monday+36.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SwrIXsoJzhI/AAAAAAAAfN8/cUmXNMPQ_Lw/s400/kb+monday+36.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407354612053822994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SwrIXeBypJI/AAAAAAAAfN0/-2S7p_ISaPg/s1600/MQ_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SwrIXeBypJI/AAAAAAAAfN0/-2S7p_ISaPg/s400/MQ_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407354608134825106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SwrIDNStLVI/AAAAAAAAfNs/N3r8BmMtb2c/s1600/MQ_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SwrICbN3NnI/AAAAAAAAfNU/4GEhfAHKn-c/s400/MQ_005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407354246602897010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SwrICPjijYI/AAAAAAAAfNM/ZGJfxv9n6eQ/s1600/MQ_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SwrICPjijYI/AAAAAAAAfNM/ZGJfxv9n6eQ/s400/MQ_006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407354243472592258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-2802898936813981063?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/2802898936813981063/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=2802898936813981063&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/2802898936813981063?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/2802898936813981063?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/F7CGINn9w1U/kristen-bell-mondays_23.html" title="Kristen Bell Mondays" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SwrIXsoJzhI/AAAAAAAAfN8/cUmXNMPQ_Lw/s72-c/kb+monday+36.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/kristen-bell-mondays_23.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4BRn84fip7ImA9WxNbGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-5213908826927587058</id><published>2009-11-23T11:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:22:37.136-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T11:22:37.136-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Smiley Miley" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Birthdays" /><title>Happy 17th Birthday, Miley Cyrus</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SwrDgV9Hc9I/AAAAAAAAfNE/QLejCTw2ogU/s1600/83751_mileycyrus_wonder_world_tour_concert_in_uniondale_ny_46_122_1020lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SwrDgV9Hc9I/AAAAAAAAfNE/QLejCTw2ogU/s400/83751_mileycyrus_wonder_world_tour_concert_in_uniondale_ny_46_122_1020lo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407349263028417490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are now legal in 37 states, including my home state of Illinois. Worth mentioning. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BTW, does anyone else find it interesting and kind of hilarious that for a country so all-out terrified that teenagers might be fucking, the age of consent is 16 in 28 states?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-5213908826927587058?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/5213908826927587058/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=5213908826927587058&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/5213908826927587058?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/5213908826927587058?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/5-ku56E5aVA/happy-17th-birthday-miley-cyrus.html" title="Happy 17th Birthday, Miley Cyrus" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SwrDgV9Hc9I/AAAAAAAAfNE/QLejCTw2ogU/s72-c/83751_mileycyrus_wonder_world_tour_concert_in_uniondale_ny_46_122_1020lo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-17th-birthday-miley-cyrus.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4NQH44cCp7ImA9WxNbGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-797471845861576137</id><published>2009-11-22T13:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:43:11.038-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-22T13:43:11.038-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Song of the Week" /><title>Song of the Week: "Bad Reputation"</title><content type="html">Joan Jett, 1980. Not much to say other than I fucking love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5RAQXg0IdfI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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/5RAQXg0IdfI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="330"&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/10445924-797471845861576137?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/797471845861576137/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=797471845861576137&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/797471845861576137?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/797471845861576137?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/ntEvMzrdNKw/song-of-week-bad-reputation.html" title="Song of the Week: &quot;Bad Reputation&quot;" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-week-bad-reputation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IBR3cyfSp7ImA9WxNbGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-8181760888013881108</id><published>2009-11-22T11:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T11:05:56.995-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-22T11:05:56.995-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Summarized by a Smartass" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literary Life" /><title>Twilight Summarized by a Smartass, Chapter 20</title><content type="html">Belle wakes up in a hotel room in Phoenix. Edward and Carlisle have lost James. Alice has a vision that makes it pretty obvious that James is coming to Phoenix himself to hunt her. Belle pouts and feels sorry for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's... really, that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-8181760888013881108?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/8181760888013881108/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=8181760888013881108&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/8181760888013881108?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/8181760888013881108?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/lqLb7TP7YvU/twilight-summarized-by-smartass-chapter_22.html" title="Twilight Summarized by a Smartass, Chapter 20" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/twilight-summarized-by-smartass-chapter_22.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQMRn87fCp7ImA9WxNbGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-1930443237496900323</id><published>2009-11-22T10:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T10:13:07.104-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-22T10:13:07.104-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sunday Hottie" /><title>Sunday Hottie 251</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Swli-FYhnvI/AAAAAAAAfM8/8NBY5LBzI54/s1600/brenda+sosong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Swli-FYhnvI/AAAAAAAAfM8/8NBY5LBzI54/s400/brenda+sosong.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406961646371446514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BRENDA SONG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-1930443237496900323?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/1930443237496900323/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=1930443237496900323&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/1930443237496900323?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/1930443237496900323?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/GpBsWn5YixM/sunday-hottie-251.html" title="Sunday Hottie 251" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Swli-FYhnvI/AAAAAAAAfM8/8NBY5LBzI54/s72-c/brenda+sosong.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-hottie-251.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcMRHo5cCp7ImA9WxNbGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-511895190332873113</id><published>2009-11-22T10:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T10:08:05.428-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-22T10:08:05.428-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Birthdays" /><title>Happy 25th Birthday, Scarlett Johansson</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Swlht1HTVKI/AAAAAAAAfM0/7MRcYKxulE8/s1600/orig_scarlett_johansson_brightens_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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