<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462</id><updated>2012-01-28T09:15:36.310-05:00</updated><category term='not looking forward to winter'/><category term='Rich Sommer'/><category term='2007 in review meme'/><category term='Chronicles of Amber'/><category term='I&apos;m sick so I don&apos;t usually sound like that'/><category term='funny'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='getting better'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='loss'/><category term='inspired by'/><category term='Republicans hate everything that is good in this world'/><category term='Buffy'/><category term='car buying'/><category 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term='CT is all right with me'/><category term='gay marriage'/><category term='Kate Winslet'/><category term='So You Think You Can Dance'/><category term='republicans'/><category term='McCain'/><category term='smart kid'/><category term='BADD'/><category term='new blogger sucks'/><category term='a cappella'/><category term='WPI'/><category term='Nathan Fillion'/><category term='Stephen Fry'/><category term='being in love'/><category term='film blogroll'/><category term='Rachel Weisz'/><category term='30 Rock'/><category term='prom'/><category term='price gouging'/><category term='I am the parent of an adult'/><category term='birthdays hiccups ice cream'/><category term='gross eye stuff'/><category term='Scrubs'/><category term='Leslie'/><category term='albums'/><category term='staggering intelligence'/><category term='radio'/><category term='get your motor running'/><category term='election'/><category term='actresses'/><category term='SICK'/><category term='doomed'/><category term='Jeopardy'/><category term='radical'/><category term='food is good'/><category term='FSM'/><category term='we&apos;re all doomed'/><category term='Drive'/><category term='what business do I have criticizing these people and yet...'/><category term='I only swear when I write'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='overstepping boundaries'/><category term='non-sexual fantasy'/><category term='RIP'/><category term='insomnia'/><category term='food'/><category term='I wish I could run'/><category term='blogroll friends'/><category term='Irish music traditional harp Altan Saw Doctors'/><category term='vegetarian'/><category term='or as I like to call them'/><category term='vegetable garden'/><category term='Daniel Day-Lewis'/><category term='great nights in conversation'/><category term='Or is asshole too kind of a word?'/><category term='President Obama'/><category term='Zelazny'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Laughing Wild</title><subtitle type='html'>Ambition this shall tempt to rise,
Then whirl the wretch from high,
To bitter Scorn a sacrifice,
And grinning Infamy.
The stings of Falsehood those shall try,
And hard Unkindness's altered eye,
That mocks the tear it forced to flow;
And keen Remorse with blood defiled,
And moody Madness laughing wild
Amid severest woe.

-from Thomas Gray's "Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1177</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-4860048575788883988</id><published>2011-08-04T13:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T14:05:36.778-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being in love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overstepping boundaries'/><title type='text'>Wedding Planning</title><content type='html'>So my eldest is engaged and they've picked a date, which is 2 years away. I am slightly astonished at how obsessed I am with wedding planning right now. I can't stop thinking about it. I keep reading Offbeat Bride, I scan through bridal magazines on the rack at the bookstore/grocery store, and Google lace wedding dresses (she wants a lace wedding dress). I have contacted venues and photographers so I plan my budget (I'm not paying for the whole thing, but I am contributing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's just because I got married because I was pregnant and I didn't know what else to do. I was madly in love, too, but ambivalent about the subject of marriage. When I was in high school, I planned to just have a series of fabulous lovers, never marry, and never have children. The only time I have been more scared than the day I got married was the day I went into labor. I had a brief thought on my way to the hospital that I really didn't want to do what I was about to do, but it's kind of late to do anything about that when you're already 5 cm dilated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's because I'm in love. And I know he wants to marry me. And I'm still kind of ambivalent about the idea of marriage. But the idea of having a big party with your family and friends to celebrate love is pretty appealing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's because the news is so depressing (continued war, horrible economy, starving babies in Somalia, etc.) that it's a welcome distraction to look at beautiful spaces and dresses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I need to calm the eff down, because it's not my wedding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-4860048575788883988?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/4860048575788883988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=4860048575788883988&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/4860048575788883988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/4860048575788883988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2011/08/wedding-planning.html' title='Wedding Planning'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-8059184937742317873</id><published>2011-06-10T11:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T11:45:37.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why not?</title><content type='html'>I asked myself why should I bother posting anything here, but then I thought...why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, quick synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sold my house&lt;br /&gt;Moved (incredibly stressful)&lt;br /&gt;still settling in&lt;br /&gt;have a steady, wonderful man in my life (the gentleman from 2 posts back)&lt;br /&gt;kids are awesome, as always&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-8059184937742317873?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/8059184937742317873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=8059184937742317873&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8059184937742317873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8059184937742317873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-not.html' title='Why not?'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-3239112476901657651</id><published>2011-02-18T08:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T08:56:38.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what?</title><content type='html'>I've been divorced for a year, as of this past Wednesday. That went by quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also sold our house, our closing is scheduled for March 4th - in only 2 weeks! I have a great new place to live that I will be moving into next week. Things are looking up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-3239112476901657651?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/3239112476901657651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=3239112476901657651&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/3239112476901657651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/3239112476901657651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2011/02/guess-what.html' title='Guess what?'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-2092281103694841412</id><published>2010-12-17T08:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T08:29:59.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, who cares?</title><content type='html'>Just an update on my last post, which was more than 2 months ago. A week after I posted that, I went out on a date with a very quiet gentleman, and I'm still dating him two months later. I'm pretty fond of him, although sometimes I'm not sure if it's because of him or because he's pretty much the opposite of my ex-husband. But he thinks I'm the best thing since sliced bread, and that makes me feel pretty good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-2092281103694841412?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/2092281103694841412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=2092281103694841412&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2092281103694841412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2092281103694841412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-know-who-cares.html' title='I know, who cares?'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-7030631904251355916</id><published>2010-10-06T17:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T17:27:26.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My new dating life</title><content type='html'>I have officially put my feet in the pool, and I'm dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first date went really spectacularly well, and we're definitely seeing each other again. There was definitely a spark of something there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a first date with another man this past weekend, and had a good time. Not the same spark, but he was easy to talk to and I would go out with him again...although maybe he wouldn't want to go out with me again, since I haven't heard from him since ! Oh well, I don't even feel bad about being rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got off the phone with another man, who appears to be and based on his date of birth is older than me, but I felt like I was talking to a teenager, he sounded so young and he was nervous and giggly - it was actually kind of cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of rooting for date #1, because I really like him a lot and the more I talk to him the more I like him, but I don't think either one of us are ready to commit to anything serious yet. But who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've now dated more at age 40 than I did in my teen years all put together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-7030631904251355916?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/7030631904251355916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=7030631904251355916&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7030631904251355916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7030631904251355916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-new-dating-life.html' title='My new dating life'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-8439434428669465820</id><published>2010-09-27T11:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T11:58:30.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I should probably just shut this down</title><content type='html'>But what the heck, I actually have some changes to talk about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been divorced for nearly 8 months now. My therapist and I talked it over and decided I'm doing so well that I don't need to see him anymore. I kind of miss him, though, he thought I was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been over a year since my marriage ended, and I decided that it was time to start dating. So I told some friends to keep their eyes open if they knew anyone who might be interested, and I set up a profile on a dating site. A few people contacted me, and I e-mailed back and forth with one of them in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this past Friday, I went on my first first date since the late 80s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to meet at a coffee place, and I got there first, and I was so nervous I was literally shaking - needless to say, I did not partake of any coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when my date arrived, it was so comfortable and not awkward I was surprised, and I relaxed and just had a great time. He was cute and sweet and charming and funny and smart, and we decided to go get dinner, so we left the coffee place. And then we just talked until the restaurant closed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm still on a high from that date, and we've planned a second one. I don't know if this is the beginning of something permanent, but I really just want to get out there and have some fun, and this seems like a good place to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-8439434428669465820?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/8439434428669465820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=8439434428669465820&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8439434428669465820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8439434428669465820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-should-probably-just-shut-this-down.html' title='I should probably just shut this down'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-1684155672711139462</id><published>2010-07-28T12:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T12:50:21.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Things Stand</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, our buyer withdrew her offer so we are signing a contract with a realtor tonight to list the house for real. That's the bad news. I'm hoping we can sell quickly, I'm  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; ready to move on and live someplace where my ex-husband doesn't have keys to the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one year ago today that I started seeing a therapist because I was having so much trouble communicating with Loki - he had become so defensive that he interpreted every statement as an attack. And in about 4 weeks, it will be the anniversary of when I found out he had an internet girlfriend. It's been the fastest year of my life so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that 2011 is going to be my Renaissance year. I'm going to go back to school, have my own place set up the way I like it, and help Maeve be a better student and to better develop all of her gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me the best for a speedy house sale!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-1684155672711139462?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/1684155672711139462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=1684155672711139462&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/1684155672711139462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/1684155672711139462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-things-stand.html' title='Where Things Stand'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-9030831490396745280</id><published>2010-06-15T22:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:33:56.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah (if you are related to me, you can skip this post)</title><content type='html'>So, tomorrow will be the 4th monthiversary of my divorce. I have visited the various stages of grief, some more than once, but mostly things are good now. We have sold our house, with an asterisk because our buyer wants to sell &lt;a href="http://www.propertiesunltd.com/featured.cfm?id=155"&gt;her house &lt;/a&gt;before we close. So I'm moving forward with various projects because we will be listing the house early in July, in case our buyer's house doesn't sell quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest things to cope with are the occasional bouts of loneliness, which generally strikes me when it's too late to call other people, and a big part of that loneliness is that I miss having an intimate relationship with someone. Yes, I'm talking about sex. This is by far the longest dry spell I've had in my adult life. I am not a person who can be casual about sex, so I don't see any solutions that involve other people anytime in the near future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that problem has to go on the back burner, and instead I'll deal with what's in front of me - I still have a lot of stuff to do around the house. I am taking an aquafitness class starting later this month. I need to start thinking about what I'm going to do when the house is sold. I need to take care of myself, eat right, exercise more, do all those things that everyone should do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-9030831490396745280?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/9030831490396745280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=9030831490396745280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/9030831490396745280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/9030831490396745280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2010/06/blah-blah-blah-if-you-are-related-to-me.html' title='blah blah blah (if you are related to me, you can skip this post)'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-4864419964509409330</id><published>2010-04-12T11:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T11:15:36.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>At the end of this week, I will be divorced for 2 months. It feels more like a divorce now, because he's not around the house very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working my butt off (not literally, I think I've actually gained weight) getting the house ready. It is a lot of work! I have been maintaining the areas I've cleaned fairly well, at the very least, I equalize them once a week so for at least one day a week they are clean and free of clutter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of decluttering this weekend. Back when Sio's boyfriend and his brothers came to help me clean out the basement, they discovered some of those Rubbermaid totes, so they brought them up to the living room, where they sat for months. Saturday morning, I pulled them apart and started several bins: one for stuff I wanted to keep for me and Maeve, one for Loki's stuff, one for photos &amp; pictures (which we'll have to go through to divide), and one for stuff I didn't want, or wasn't sure whether it belonged to anyone in particular. I'm happy to say that this last bin is the most full, in fact, it's overflowing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did some work in the dining room, which was sort of our catch-all room. I took care of some of the clutter that had become invisible to me because I had seen it so much - like the tinsel on the dining room chandelier, a decoration from some Christmas past that I just stopped noticing. While I cleaned, I watched a marathon of Hoarders: Buried Alive, which kept me motivated to work a little harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (and by we, I mean I) am going to have a tag sale this Saturday. I have some larger furniture items but it's mostly going to be small stuff. I hope to make enough money to pay someone to do a real deep cleaning on the house - although I hope to get the floors done first, since that will be pretty dusty. It's not looking good for getting the house listed before the end of April, but hope springs eternal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-4864419964509409330?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/4864419964509409330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=4864419964509409330&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/4864419964509409330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/4864419964509409330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2010/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-1306827734853478254</id><published>2010-03-10T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T14:33:53.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadlines</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling a sort of giddy anxiety right now, because I just made an appointment with a realtor. I have 2 weeks and a day to get the house presentable. I guess I know what I'll be doing every evening and for the next two weekends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-1306827734853478254?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/1306827734853478254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=1306827734853478254&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/1306827734853478254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/1306827734853478254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2010/03/deadlines.html' title='Deadlines'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-2822621098667095935</id><published>2010-03-08T09:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T09:23:29.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's different, nothing's changed</title><content type='html'>Only, maybe, slightly rearranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Tuesday will be the one month-iversary of my divorce, and I can't help but think of these lyrics from the song "Sorry/Grateful" from the musical Company. Everything *is* different, but nothing has changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in the house, and working on getting it fixed up. I keep running into the problem of not having enough money, because the ex has cut back on his work hours and has lots of financial problems of his own (and of his own making, as many of his problem are related to his reckless driving). He still claims the address as his own, although we only see him 1 or 2 days a week, which is fine for me, but it hurts me to see that he's put his children on the back burner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the financial squeeze and all the work on my to-do list, M. and I are having fun together. Things feel easier because we don't have to take the needs of my ex into consideration. The amount of time spent waiting has declined to almost nothing. I'm on time to work and everything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has been helping renovate my half bath, and that's almost finished. By the end of the week, it will probably be completed. I'm trying to decide whether I should just put the house on the market now or try to do a few more things, but with money being the way it is, I may be forced to do the former, which sucks because it really isn't a huge amount of money that is required to make the house better, but it's more than I have, and more than I can hope the ex to contribute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-2822621098667095935?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/2822621098667095935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=2822621098667095935&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2822621098667095935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2822621098667095935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2010/03/everythings-different-nothings-changed.html' title='Everything&apos;s different, nothing&apos;s changed'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-2290650429154991886</id><published>2010-01-06T14:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:58:38.518-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Twitter Throughout The Ages</title><content type='html'>Sadly, No is always good for a laugh, but they are killing me with their &lt;a href="http://www.sadlyno.com/"&gt;Twitter Throughout The Ages&lt;/a&gt; posts. Do yourself a favor and check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-2290650429154991886?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/2290650429154991886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=2290650429154991886&amp;isPopup=true' title='73 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2290650429154991886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2290650429154991886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2010/01/twitter-throughout-ages.html' title='Twitter Throughout The Ages'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>73</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-7920418158753370503</id><published>2009-12-31T10:32:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:24:51.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 10 Favorite TV moments that occurred sometime in the last 10 years</title><content type='html'>In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When: 2009&lt;br /&gt;What: Community&lt;br /&gt;Episode: Football, Feminism and You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff (Joel McHale) is trying to talk Troy (Donald Glover) into joining the Greendale Community College football team, because the dean (Jim Rash) has threatened to send out mailers featuring Jeff, which could harm his future career, unless Jeff can convince Troy to join the Human Beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: Football is a part of you, Troy, I can see it in your eyes!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: That's racist!&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: Your soul!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: &lt;em&gt;That's&lt;/em&gt; racist.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: Your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Troy: That's gay.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: That's homophobic.&lt;br /&gt;Troy: That's black!&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: That's racist!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: Damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When: 2006&lt;br /&gt;What: How I Met Your Mother&lt;br /&gt;Episode: Slap Bet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somtimes, sitcoms A stories are good and the B stories fall flat. Sometimes the A story is so-so and the B story is hilarious. In this episode, both storylines build to a beautiful peak and come together to make one of the funniest episodes of TV, ever, with the icing on the cake being the reveal of Robin's secret...her past as a Canadian teen pop star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GF1b1pf9DRY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GF1b1pf9DRY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When: 2002&lt;br /&gt;What: Firefly&lt;br /&gt;Episode: Out of Gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of my favorite episodes of one of my top 3 favorite shows. Three timelines are delineated with lighting changes, and they twist and turn together to tell the story of how exactly the crew of Serenity got together in the first place, along with why Captain Mal is bleeding and passed out with what looks to be a nothing piece of equipment in his hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When: 2001&lt;br /&gt;What: Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;br /&gt;Episode: Once More, With Feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As established by my list of movie moments, I'm a sucker for a musical, and with Once More, With Feeling, I got a musical episode of my favorite TV show. Sure, not all the singing was stellar, but the episode itself was perfection: it advanced the story, developed the characters, and even gave a plausible (for the Buffyverse) explanation for why everyone was singing and dancing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NPplDPm2m4Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NPplDPm2m4Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When: 2008&lt;br /&gt;What: The Middleman&lt;br /&gt;Episode: all of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the summer of 2008, I found myself watching and falling in love with this show. I was sad while I watched it, because I could sense that no one else was watching it, and sure enough, ABC Family canceled it after a run of 12 wonderfully entertaining episodes. Based on the graphic novels by Javier Grillo-Marxuach and Les MacClain, The Middleman told the story of Wendy Watson (aka DubDub, aka Dubby), a struggling artist who is recruited to be a superhero in training. In addition, the friendship between Lacey and Wendy was perfection - two young women on TV who talked about things other than men. The dialogue was rapidfire and occasionally filthy, and the situations were ludicrous but entertaining, and I'm sad that I don't get any more episodes. ART CRAWL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/StG2a1vjC4w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/StG2a1vjC4w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When: 2006&lt;br /&gt;What: Six Feet Under&lt;br /&gt;Episode: Everyone's Waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few minutes of one of the greatest television series ever. It was perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/el4eUKmLujg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/el4eUKmLujg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When: 2007&lt;br /&gt;What: Pushing Daisies&lt;br /&gt;Episode: All of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whimsical and more than a little absurb, unbelievable set and art direction, occasional singing, and sweet as pie for every minute. The world really should have Darling Mermaid Darlings and a restaurant called The Pie Hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1afgLlkJud8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1afgLlkJud8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9o19CaOSuD8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9o19CaOSuD8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When: 2004&lt;br /&gt;What: Wonderfalls&lt;br /&gt;Episode: Crime Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never caught Wonderfalls when it was actually on TV, but I rented the series from Netflix after catching the first season of Pushing Daisies, since both were created by Bryan Fuller. It had the trademark quirkiness and whimsy of Pushing Daisies, but the main character, Jaye, was decidedly not sweet. She was an Ivy League educated young woman with a degree in philosophy who had no ambition, and worked in a gift shop at Niagara Falls. I liked all the episodes, but I guess I have a little thing for tales told out of order, so this episode, which starts with something that happens more than halfway through the episode, is the one I have to go with. You can watch the whole thing on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rLI59Wlvy2Q&amp;feature=PlayList&amp;p=0D2236C407B5BCA5&amp;index=0"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;. What you need to know: Jaye gets cryptic messages from inanimate animal objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When: 2006ish?&lt;br /&gt;What: So You Think You Can Dance&lt;br /&gt;Episode: First performance episode season 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of dances I love that I've seen on this show, but this was my first exposure to the genius of Wade Robson, and for that, it will always have a special place in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NOQCGlULAoI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NOQCGlULAoI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When: 2000&lt;br /&gt;What: Angel&lt;br /&gt;Episode: She&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's truly a terrible episode of Angel that is completely redeemed by this clip and the scenes that play over the closing credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cCYlsFagq_k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cCYlsFagq_k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-7920418158753370503?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2196780742003351828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2196780742003351828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-oh-why.html' title='Why oh why'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-2137648934530698288</id><published>2009-12-15T23:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:36:13.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Viewing</title><content type='html'>The Siren says &lt;a href="http://selfstyledsiren.blogspot.com/2009/12/tis-season-for-re-viewing.html"&gt;tis the season for re-viewing&lt;/a&gt;, and she recaps her 20 favorite moments in film to review. So I started thinking about mine, and since I've been immersed in Glee and So You Think You Can Dance and even a wee little bit of The Sing-Off, they are largely musical in nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My Sister Eileen - the dance battle between Bob Fosse and Tommy Rall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fBBoQxLQ9Rk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fBBoQxLQ9Rk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This of course made me think of the first time I saw Bob Fosse, which was probably when I was 7 or 8. It was his short little bit of choreography in the number "From This Moment On" from Kiss Me, Kate! I was electrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qw0FSREoaLQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qw0FSREoaLQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Then I couldn't help but think of movies that Bob Fosse directed, and I immediately went to Cabaret. Aside from the numerous musical numbers that knocked my socks off, the moment in that movie that got me the first time I saw it: Michael York and Liza Minelli talking about Maximilian. Michael York as Brian says "Screw Maximilian". Liza as Sally says: "I do." and then Brian says "So do I." That blew my mind when I was 11 or so, and was probably the first time I ever had an awareness of homosexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Thinking of Bob Fosse made me think of All That Jazz, and I couldn't possibly pull just one moment from that movie, but then I thought of Roy Scheider in Jaws: "We're going to need a bigger boat." Totally a cliche now, but it wouldn't be if he hadn't delivered that line so perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I then started thinking about other movies that I can watch over and over again, and I went to Singing In The Rain. I have to agree with The Siren that every word Lina Lamont says is comedy gold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. As much as I love Singing In The Rain, I have a slight preference for On The Town. I love every number in this show, but I have a soft spot for You Can Count On Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cVvRnKhXBY0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cVvRnKhXBY0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Fred Astaire going drum crazy in Easter Parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EHdiekk00Uk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EHdiekk00Uk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Marian the Librarian from The Music Man - Shirley Jones was so beautiful, and she was 5 months pregnant when they filmed this scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AnFv29iPACc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AnFv29iPACc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Madeleine Kahn, feeling a little sleepy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQU0_PHUB2E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQU0_PHUB2E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's Up Doc? The whole movie is wonderful, but my favorite scene is the courtroom scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w3ncFob_dF0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w3ncFob_dF0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Raising Arizona - it's hard for me to pick just one scene, but I guess I would lean towards all the scenes that involve Glenn and Dot visiting H.I. and Ed, closely followed by every scene with John Goodman as Gayle Snoates. But then there's the wonderful opening scene, where the counselor asks "What do you mean when you say "trapped" in a woman's body?" and the prisoner answers "Well, sometimes I get the menstrual cramps real hard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. My kids know I'm a huge sap and I cry at almost everything, but I have to admit that I enjoy crying at certain movies, and one of them is The Family Stone. The scene that always kills me is when Elizabeth Reaser is watching Judy Garland sing "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas". The context is that she knows her mother is dying, and of course the song itself couldn't be more melancholy. My second favorite scene is when Luke Wilson is describing his dream to Sarah Jessica Parker. "You were just a little girl in a flannel night gown. And you were shovelling snow from the walk in front of our house. And I was the snow, I was the snow. And everywhere it landed and everywhere it covered. You scoop me up with a big red shovel. You scoop me up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Prick Up Your Ears - wonderful film about the playwright Joe Orton (Gary Oldman), who was brutally murdered by his long-time lover Kenneth Halliwell (Alfred Molina), who was a wee bit insane. There is much to love for me in this movie (I like watching men kiss other men), but one of my favorite scenes is when Halliwell tries to get something started with Orton, and Orton brushes his hand away and says "Have a wank." Halliwell replies: "Have a wank? Have a wank? I can't just have a wank. I need three days' notice to have a wank. You can just stand there and do it. Me, it's like organizing D-Day. Forces have to be assembled, magazines bought, the past dredged for some suitably unsavoury episode, the dog-eared thought of which can still produce a faint flicker of desire! Have a wank, it'd be easier to raise the Titanic." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Room With A View - aside from watching men kiss each other, I am also fond of movies with full frontal made nudity (aside from porn, which...ech, not for me). Room With A View has the most playful, innocent full frontal male nudity scene that's probably ever been filmed, when Reverend Beebe (Simon Callow), George Emerson (Julian Sands) and Freddy Honeychurch (Rupert Graves) decide to have a bathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The Right Stuff - my favorite scene, quoted in full:&lt;br /&gt;Scott Carpenter: &lt;strong&gt;John's right! Now, whether we like it or not, we're public figures. Whether we deserve it or not, people are going to look up to us. We have got a tremendous responsibility here. &lt;/strong&gt;Alan Shepard: &lt;strong&gt;You cannot tell a pilot what he's doing when he's not flying! &lt;/strong&gt;[Argument continues] &lt;br /&gt;Gus Grissom: &lt;strong&gt;Wait a minute, wait a minute!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[turns Glenn toward him] &lt;br /&gt;Gus Grissom: &lt;strong&gt;You've got it all wrong, the issue here ain't pussy. The issue here is monkey. &lt;/strong&gt;John Glenn: &lt;strong&gt;What?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Gus Grissom: &lt;strong&gt;Us. We are the monkey.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Deke Slayton: &lt;strong&gt;What Gus is saying is that we're missing the point. What Gus is saying is that we all heard the rumors that they want to send a monkey up first. Well, none of us wants to think that they're gonna send a monkey up to do a man's work. But what Gus is saying is that what they're trying to do to us is send a man up to do a monkey's work. Us, a bunch of college-trained chimpanzees!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Gus Grissom: &lt;strong&gt;Fuckin' A, bubba.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Deke Slayton: &lt;strong&gt;Alright, so what Gus is saying is that we've got to change things around here. He's saying that we are pilots. And we know more about what we need to fly this thing than anybody else. So what we have to do is to alter the experiment. And what that comes down to is who is gonna control this thing from here on out&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Gordon Cooper: &lt;strong&gt;What Gus is saying here is that we've got to stick together on this deal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Serenity - Okay, I can't pick a moment, I just love the hell out of this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Miller's Crossing - Albert Finney listening to Danny Boy and then shooting the crap out of the mobsters who are out to get him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Shallow Grave - the final scene - Ewan McGregor is nailed to the floor, but he's got a smile on his face, because he knows where the money is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Rear Window - When Jimmy Stewart introduces his neighbors to Grace Kelly by the nicknames he's given them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The Dead - that final scene, with the voiceover of the last few paragraphs of Joyce's story. &lt;br /&gt;One by one, we're all becoming shades. Better to pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age. How long you locked away in your heart the image of your lover's eyes when he told you that he did not wish to live. I've never felt that way myself towards any woman, but I know that such a feeling must be love. Think of all those who ever were, back to the start of time. And me, transient as they, flickering out as well into their grey world. Like everything around me, this solid world itself which they reared and lived in, is dwindling and dissolving. Snow is falling. Falling in that lonely churchyard where Michael Furey lies buried. Falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living, and the dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-2137648934530698288?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/2137648934530698288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=2137648934530698288&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2137648934530698288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2137648934530698288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/12/re-viewing.html' title='Re-Viewing'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-2228459827940248543</id><published>2009-11-20T00:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:19:50.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Runway Puzzler</title><content type='html'>How can a woman with the same hairstyle as Cameron Diaz in "There's Something About Mary" be taken seriously as a critic of fashion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-2228459827940248543?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-2530864669880358478</id><published>2009-11-03T22:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:12:05.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrecked</title><content type='html'>Toast has a point: I don't want to share this with the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-2530864669880358478?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/2530864669880358478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=2530864669880358478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intellectually, I know that all the Wild Things are parts of Max's personlity and psyche, but as someone who experienced abuse as a child, the character of Carol was extremely upsetting to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that upset me was Douglas after Carol attacked him. The only thing I could think of was the very upsetting scene in the movie Titus (if you've seen that movie, you'll know exactly what I'm talking about). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a ltitle sad that I couldn't embrace the movie without bringing those things to it, but I couldn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTOH: The Fantastic Mr. Fox looks like it will be a lot of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-5613065601377506819?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/5613065601377506819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=5613065601377506819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/5613065601377506819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/5613065601377506819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-wild-things-are.html' title='Where the Wild Things Are'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-8177183358119006545</id><published>2009-10-21T23:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:04:40.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Internet</title><content type='html'>You have been very unsatisfying for me this evening. Please improve your performance or I will be forced to return to books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-8177183358119006545?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/8177183358119006545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=8177183358119006545&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8177183358119006545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8177183358119006545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-internet.html' title='Dear Internet'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-5652057067332545170</id><published>2009-10-20T22:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:01:34.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Once a month update</title><content type='html'>I feel very self-conscious when I go to the therapist. I start to think about my body language and whether it's communicating something different than my words, and then I start going all wacky with arm crossing, fingers clasping, hair touching, and probably making a boatload of weird facial expressions. I like my therapist, though - I've been to a few over the years and this is the first one that I feel really good about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coping. I was doing very well with cleaning, decluttering and packing, but I've hit a wall. I need to get my motivation back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading trashy novels to pass the time. I'm almost done with the Sookie Stackhouse series. I also watched Season 1 of True Blood, which I borrowed from my sister-in-law. Way, way better than the books. My prurient interest in Alexander Skarsgaard makes me feel old and pervy, but his appeal is undeniable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today, I was feeling on the verge of being sick...I thought I might be feverish and I felt slightly nauseated. But now I feel completely normal. Still, I'm going to take some Nyquil before I go to bed tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-5652057067332545170?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/5652057067332545170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=5652057067332545170&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/5652057067332545170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/5652057067332545170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/10/once-month-update.html' title='Once a month update'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-3665697874405994869</id><published>2009-09-17T16:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:18:16.029-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><title type='text'>What's happening</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a while, and I finally feel like writing about why: I'm getting divorced. I almost can't believe it, but it's happening, and I think it's the right decision. This December will be our 21st and last anniversary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought we'd be one of those couples that was married forever...I think a lot of people who know us thought the same thing. But there were communication problems, and then infidelity, and so...it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very weird right now. We are living together. We are still sharing the one car. We are still living very much the same way, but with these new, invisible boundaries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-3665697874405994869?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/3665697874405994869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=3665697874405994869&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/3665697874405994869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/3665697874405994869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-happening.html' title='What&apos;s happening'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-8229142721960373199</id><published>2009-08-24T07:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T07:58:25.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know</title><content type='html'>I haven't written much. That will probably continue for a while. There is a lot going on in my personal life right now that requires attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-8229142721960373199?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/8229142721960373199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=8229142721960373199&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8229142721960373199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8229142721960373199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-5077763209757058938</id><published>2009-08-03T22:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:27:40.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>I can hardly stand to watch the news or read the paper, because the media both sucks and blows. It's simple: the Republicans have ZERO interest in solving (or participating in solutions to) any of the problems facing this country while there is a Democratic president in the White House and a Democratic majority in the House &amp; Senate. They have one job, which is to stop Democrats from succeeding. They don't give a shit about 47 million uninsured Americans, they don't give a shit about job creation, they don't give a shit about the economy, the only thing they care about is stopping the Democrats from implementing their policies. That's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plenty of criticims for the Democrats, which mainly can be boiled down to: if you keep giving in to the temper tantrums of the toddlers on the right, you can keep expecting to fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-5077763209757058938?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/5077763209757058938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=5077763209757058938&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/5077763209757058938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/5077763209757058938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/08/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-3784083964214560784</id><published>2009-07-29T11:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:30:13.407-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>SLIFR Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1) Second-favorite Stanley Kubrick film.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Metal Jacket, although I must add the proviso that I have not seen all his films. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Most significant/important/interesting trend in movies over the past decade, for good or evil.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For good: increased accessibility to a plethora of movies from various non-studio sources via various technologies and the existence of businesses like Netflix.&lt;br /&gt;For evil: the continued success of romantic comedies that are neither romantic nor funny, as well as the casting rules that give us young women partnered with old men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Bronco Billy (Clint Eastwood) or Buffalo Bill Cody (Paul Newman)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't answer, I haven't seen either of these films&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Best Film of 1949.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Third Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Joseph Tura (Jack Benny) or Oscar Jaffe (John Barrymore)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Jaffe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Has the hand-held shaky-cam directorial style become a visual cliché?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that would depend on the context in which it is used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) What was the first foreign-language film you ever saw?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le ballon rouge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) Charlie Chan (Warner Oland) or Mr. Moto (Peter Lorre)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Moto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) Favorite World War II drama (1950-1970).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch-22...okay, I cheated, it's not exactly a drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) Favorite animal movie star.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) Who or whatever is to blame, name an irresponsible moment in cinema.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another ongoing complaint from me about romantic comedies - stalking as a romantic act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) Best Film of 1969.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best...I don't know, Midnight Cowboy, maybe. I have a soft spot for Sweet Charity, personally. You could see Fosse the director honing his directorial eye in this one.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13) Name the last movie you saw theatrically, and also on DVD or Blu-ray.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince at the movie theater&lt;br /&gt;The War Zone on DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14) Second-favorite Robert Altman film.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15) What is your favorite independent outlet for reading about movies, either online or in print?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one, but I'm partial to Self-Styled Siren's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16) Who wins? Angela Mao or Meiko Kaji? (Thanks, Peter!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17) Mona Lisa Vito (Marisa Tomei) or Olive Neal (Jennifer Tilly)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mona Lisa Vito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18) Favorite movie that features a carnival setting or sequence. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Elephant Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19) Best use of high-definition video on the big screen to date.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20) Favorite movie that is equal parts genre film and a deconstruction or consideration of that same genre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In The Mouth of Madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21) Best Film of 1979.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All That Jazz is my favorite, if not the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22) Most realistic and/or sincere depiction of small-town life in the movies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Siren's answer - for some reason, I can only think of horror movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23) Best horror movie creature (non-giant division).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is why? I'm going to go with the Alien from Alien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24) Second-favorite Francis Ford Coppola film.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25) Name a one-off movie that could have produced a franchise you would have wanted to see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26) Favorite sequence from a Brian De Palma film.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember a sequence that showed a man following a woman, but I don't remember which movie it was - I jsut remember feeling a sense of dread as it went on. Otherwise, the only movie of his that I remember explicitly is Carrie, and I guess the dream sequence at the end would be my favorite part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27) Favorite moment in three-strip Technicolor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy opens the door to Oz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28) Favorite Alan Smithee film. (Thanks, Peter!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29) Crash Davis (Kevin Costner) or Morris Buttermaker (Walter Matthau)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris Buttermaker - I have problems with Kevin Costner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30) Best post-Crimes and Misdemeanors Woody Allen film.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullets Over Broadway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31) Best Film of 1999.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best is maybe The War Zone...Three Kings was also very good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32) Favorite movie tag line.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Go In The Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33) Favorite B-movie western.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34) Overall, the author best served by movie adaptations of her or his work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35) Susan Vance (Katharine Hepburn) or Irene Bullock (Carole Lombard)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene Bullock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36) Favorite musical cameo in a non-musical movie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meryl Streep singing Amazing Grace at the end of Silkwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37) Bruno (the character, if you haven’t seen the movie, or the film, if you have): subversive satire or purveyor of stereotyping?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have't seen the movie, but I suspect a little from column A, a little from column B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38) Five film folks, living or deceased, you would love to meet. (Thanks, Rick!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston Sturges, Alfred Hitchcock, Billy Wilder, George Sanders (if only because of everything I've read about him on Siren's blog), Orson Wells&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-3784083964214560784?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/3784083964214560784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=3784083964214560784&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/3784083964214560784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/3784083964214560784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/07/slifr-quiz.html' title='SLIFR Quiz'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-8785908044475224745</id><published>2009-07-22T16:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:44:05.864-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I need a car'/><title type='text'>Cheap Used Car Needed</title><content type='html'>I have a budget of $2000, and I need a car. I've been looking, and I will be doing some test-driving this weekend, but I thought I would harness the awesome power of my blog to bring the cars to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you or anyone you know is selling a used car, preferably a 4 door automatic*, that will reliably get me through the next 10 months or so, and will easily pass an inspection if it is more than 10 years old, without requiring extensive repairs, please let me know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Can and will drive manual transmission, but my orthopedist will get mad at me if he catches wind of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-8785908044475224745?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/8785908044475224745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=8785908044475224745&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8785908044475224745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8785908044475224745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/07/cheap-used-car-needed.html' title='Cheap Used Car Needed'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-274519888067618609</id><published>2009-07-06T22:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:41:07.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling particularly lonely tonight</title><content type='html'>because I didn't have rehearsal. I usually do the bulk of my real life socializing on Monday nights, and we skipped tonight. And my stories are much funnier with my facial expressions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-274519888067618609?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/274519888067618609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=274519888067618609&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/274519888067618609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/274519888067618609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/07/feeling-particularly-lonely-tonight.html' title='Feeling particularly lonely tonight'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-4363541046646576751</id><published>2009-07-06T21:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:48:57.537-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><title type='text'>When did I become so boring?</title><content type='html'>I've written so many posts about the weather, it's a little embarrassing. I used to have a life filled with rehearsals and interesting conversations, and lately, it's all whining about the rain, hanging clothes on my clothesline and shopping for tents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-4363541046646576751?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/4363541046646576751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=4363541046646576751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/4363541046646576751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/4363541046646576751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-did-i-become-so-boring.html' title='When did I become so boring?'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-2986335631011461705</id><published>2009-07-05T10:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T10:13:13.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, weather, I can't stay mad at you</title><content type='html'>Not when you bring me days like yesterday and today. I am looking forward to some real summer weather, where it's hot enough that a swim is refreshing instead of something I have to brace myself to do, but clear blue skies, sunshine and breeze are the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-2986335631011461705?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/2986335631011461705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=2986335631011461705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2986335631011461705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2986335631011461705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-weather-i-cant-stay-mad-at-you.html' title='Oh, weather, I can&apos;t stay mad at you'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-8713188662803929767</id><published>2009-07-03T11:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T11:12:12.509-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain sucks'/><title type='text'>Weather, you and I are not friends</title><content type='html'>A couple of months ago, our dryer died. No problem, I thought, I have a clothesline. I love clothes dried on the clothesline. Clothes and sheets and towels, slightly crisp and warmed by the sun, smelling of wildflowers and cut grass - what could be better? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I lost my dryer, it's as if New England has morphed into the Pacific Northwest. We've had rain every day this week. I can say the same for almost every other week since the end of April. I can walk by a window at work and see a glorious sunny day, but by the time I get out of work, the storm clouds have gathered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I woke up and saw blue sky. I leapt out of bed, threw together a load of laundry, and washed it. I took the clean clothes out the clothesline, wearing my sunglasses and sweating a little under the already hot sun. And as I was hanging up the last item, I looked up and saw dark clouds moving in around the sun. By the time I was done, there was no sun, just flat, gray clouds, and that sensation of moistness that comes before a rain. I left the clothes on the line anyway, in the hopes that the rain staves off long enough to at least get my clothes partially dry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-8713188662803929767?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/8713188662803929767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=8713188662803929767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8713188662803929767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8713188662803929767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/07/weather-you-and-i-are-not-friends.html' title='Weather, you and I are not friends'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-8501794849959016271</id><published>2009-07-01T22:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:54:24.737-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaws'/><title type='text'>TV Tonight</title><content type='html'>In honor of the upcoming 4th of July, Loki and I watched Jaws tonight. What a great flick, and it's even better when Loki shared with me a myth from the Sumerians about filling a monster with poisoned air which made him dissolve in fire....much like Brody shooting the oxygen tank in the shark's mouth. Mythology rocks. (Except when people decide that their mythology is actually real and try to force others to abide by the rules of their mythology, but that's a whole other can of worms). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten that the tag at the end of House episodes contained a line from Jaws: That's a bad hat, Harry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to talk about Roy Scheider. He was like a ball of kinetic energy, built for action, and yet, a thoughtful and intellectual actor. And that face, full of angles and edges...you could look at that face again and again and see something different every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this movie several times, but this time, I got all choked up when Quint is talking about the U.S.S. Indianapolis. It really got to me tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-8501794849959016271?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/8501794849959016271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=8501794849959016271&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8501794849959016271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8501794849959016271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/07/tv-tonight.html' title='TV Tonight'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-5844098923293373389</id><published>2009-07-01T00:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:27:07.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation on the brain</title><content type='html'>I am in the midst of planning two separate vacations, one for this summer and one for next summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of back and forth and figuring out dates and places, my sister-in-law and I have planned a little mini-vacation to Martha's Vineyard. We can't afford a hotel during the summer on MV, so we are staying at the one and only campground on the Vineyard. It got so-so reviews, apparently, one of the owners is a cranky sort, but we asked for a site in the hinterlands of the campgrounds, so hopefully we'll escape his cranky eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only been camping once in my life, and it was not pleasant. My sister and I decided to have a little family vacation, so we picked out a campground in Gloucester, MA, and off we went, with husbands and children in tow. My family was in a tent, hers was in a camper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the campground apparently used some old pictures of itself when advertising on the internet. It was broken-down, the pool was closed, the pond was covered in green scum...and they wouldn't let us have a fire, which is almost the whole point of going camping. And then it rained for almost the entire 3 days we were there. Not pleasant at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm taking a chance going again. Theoretically, I love the idea of sleeping in a tent, being in the outdoors, cooking over a fire, etc. Realistically, my body suffers even when sleeping on a fancy pillowtop mattress. I will be saving the rest of my Vicodin supply for the trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our vacation next year will be a get together with some women I met on the internet in 1996, when I joined a list of people who were due to have babies in the same month. We're going to Phoenix. In July. Yes, I know. But the plus side is that we will be getting off-season pricing. We're going to hang out at a resort with a waterpark for a few days, then on to Sedona and then a few days at the Grand Canyon. I flew over the GC on my way to Las Vegas once (back at my old job, where I made so much more money and got to travel several times a year....oh, I miss it sometimes). I remember the pilot telling us to look out the right side windows, and I saw a bunch of canyons, thinking "that's it?", but those were just the precursors, because when we got to the Grand Canyon...I got choked up, truly. Tears in my eyes. (If my kids read this, they will roll their eyes, because I get choked up at everything). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could travel all the time. I don't mind the hassle of it, I'm always too excited about going someplace new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-5844098923293373389?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/5844098923293373389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=5844098923293373389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/5844098923293373389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/5844098923293373389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation-on-brain.html' title='Vacation on the brain'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-7954031875757512019</id><published>2009-06-24T22:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:22:10.268-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SYTYCD'/><title type='text'>So You Think You Can Dance</title><content type='html'>While my dance training is limited to a half year of Irish step dancing, an evening of tap dance training, and learning specific choreography for specific musicals, I am a dance aficianado. I love anything with dancing in it, which explains why I've seen Center Stage at least 12 times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching SYTYCD since I caught a marathon of season 2 on MTV a couple of years back. I've been to see the top 10 SYTYCD dancers on tour for the past 2 years, and I'll be there again this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there's nothing much going on in life right now, I thought I would blog this season, season 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going back to talk about the auditions or Vegas week, or the first two weeks of the actual competition (although I may refer back to those episodes when talking about some of the dancers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we lost Maks and Ashley, which was, I think, a mistake. Particularly Ashley, who I think had a different quality than the other contemporary dancers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to this week's performances!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan &amp; Karla: they got a Dave Scott hip-hop, which they described as sort of smooth criminal, Bonnie &amp; Clyde. This was not a good performance. Karla was on the beat and danced well, but I think she couldn't dance to her full potential because of her partner, Jonathan, who was just embarrassing tonight. He is in way over his head. I expect they'll end up in the bottom 3, I hope they can keep Karla, but I think it's time for Jonathan to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vitolio &amp; Asuka: Mandy Moore choreographed a jazz routine for the pair. I was not a fan of the choreography, which I think lacked substance and just meandered around senselessly. But I also think Asuka is too reserved of a dancer, too internal. They were dancing to Heartbreaker by Pat Benatar (because Mandy Moore pulls out her K-Tel "Greatest Hits of the 80's" when seeking music), and they should have been more explosive, but that performance quality is just lacking from this couple. Bottom 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa &amp; Ade: They had a rhumba choregraphed by Tony Meredith. I have to get my bias out of the way up front - I adore Ade, I love everything about this kid, and the way he moves gives me chills. He is powerful yet gentle, strong but soft...I love him. He did not fail me in this sensuous routine. And Melissa was gorgeous, sinuous and sexy. As much as I love Ade, I couldn't take my eyes off Melissa. They could still end up in the bottom 3, because rhumba is probably not going to get the tween vote, but I think they'll be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla &amp; Kupono: They had a Viennese Waltz, choreographed by the possibly insane Jean-Marc Genereaux. I thought it was lovely. I don't know any waltz technique (although I did have to learn how to waltz for a production of A Little Night Music, which is mostly in 3/4 time), but they looked smooth and flowy and nothing jumped out as awkward. The audience at the taping had a very strong positive response, but I know that online fans seem to not like Kayla much because they feel like Nigel Lythgoe is pimping her, so they could end up bottom 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon &amp; Janette: Dave Scott choreographed a hip-hop routine for them. This was definitely more successful than the first routine, and I love Janette, she's saucy and has loads of energy, but Brandon just doesn't grab me. I read a critique of his dancing saying he looked like a college cheerleader, and I think I agree with it. He is clearly talented, and I think he could be great, but I think he's got a way to go. In the routine, she was rock, he was a hip-hop, it was a whole love story sort of thing. They danced it well, I think they'll be safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin &amp; Jason: They had a Jean-Marc Genereaux paso doble. Okay, I've had a problem with this pairing from the first episode. The quality of movement of each of these dancers is so far from the other, that they always look wrong to me. Jason has a smooth, airy way of moving, he almost seems to move as if he was suspended from the ceiling by wires. Caitlin is tough and, IMO, cheerleadery, at least when she dances with Jason - she seems to do fine by herself. I'm not a huge fan of the paso doble, and I didn't think this one was too great, although I enjoyed Jason a lot more than Caitlin. I'm thinking bottom 3 for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randi &amp; Evan: Mia Michaels put together a routine for them, the concept being that Evan is hypnotized by Randi's butt. I kind of wonder if Mia knew that the idea of her butt being the center of the dance would kind of mortify Randi, who seems very Mormonish to me. I loathe Mia Michaels as a human being, she's misogynistic and mean, but I do enjoy her choreography. It was simple, but different and meaningful, and I think Evan and Randi danced the heck out of it. Although I wonder why they dressed Evan in clothes that were 5 sizes too big for him. I'm a fan of Evan, he is an old style dancer, in the mold of Gene Kelly. I think he did well with the movements Mia gave him, which are very bumpy and bouncy compared to his smooth jazz style. Randi has been a revelation to me in the competition, I had low expectations for her, but I really enjoy watching her perform. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philip &amp; Jeanine: Tyce DiOrio choregraphed a Broadway routine to Moses Supposes from Singing In The Rain. Philip is an extraordinary machine, he is incredible at popping and waving, everything else is out of his wheelhouse. But I have to say, I enjoyed him in this piece. Jeanine is a natural performer - she's not the greatest dancer, really, but she knows how to sell the heck out of it. I thought the routine was adorable, and I will be shocked if they are in the bottom 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-7954031875757512019?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/7954031875757512019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=7954031875757512019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7954031875757512019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7954031875757512019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-you-think-you-can-dance.html' title='So You Think You Can Dance'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-2246411983208087486</id><published>2009-06-23T00:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:17:31.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The remote is broken</title><content type='html'>so I ended up catching a good chunk of the ABCFamily show "The Secret Life of An American Teenager". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a craptacular program it is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creator of this show also created 7th Heaven, and she clearly has a particular agenda that she wants to put forward - the evangelical Christian perspective. The main character is a teenage girl who has sex - once, of course - and gets pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never watched an hour of any other show that is this obsessed with sex, and I've watched episodes of Real Sex on HBO. In the previouslies, one girl is shamed for being on the pill (because that means she's a slut); another girl who has sex is warning her friend away from having sex because "you can only have your first time once", and at the end of the show, there is a PSA about teen pregnancy, that ends with one of the male characters saying "teenage pregnancy is 100% preventable" (which it is, until teenagers start having sex, which they've been doing since the beginning of time, if not before then). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from all the agenda stuff, the acting was horrifically bad. I felt bad for thinking this, but during a scene where an actor with Down's Syndrome was "acting", I kept thinking "He's no Corky". (Obviously, I didn't feel bad enough to keep it to myself). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go to the cable company and get a new remote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-2246411983208087486?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/2246411983208087486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=2246411983208087486&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2246411983208087486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2246411983208087486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/06/remote-is-broken.html' title='The remote is broken'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-7434263327849514463</id><published>2009-06-08T22:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:02:30.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tony Awards</title><content type='html'>I just watched the last third of the Tony Awards. I'm not a big award show fan, but I always make room for the Tonys. The presenters and winners are almost universally articulate and charming and funny, I get to see too short snippets of plays, and there are musical numbers, and I am a sucker for a musical number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be very into theater. Siobhan started coming to rehearsals with me when she was about 6 months old - I was cast in the chorus of Sweeney Todd, The Demon Barber of Fleet Street at the Yale Dramat. I found out I was pregnant with Maeve when I was playing Sister Mary Hubert in Nunsense. I played Princess Puffer in the Mystery of Edwin Drood when I was 5 months pregnant. The year before I got pregnant, I did 6 shows in one year. It was a huge part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me unbearably sad sometimes, when I think about the "used to" part of that. This is something else that osteoarthritis has stolen away from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...back to the Tonys. I was deeply moved by the emotion of the dance they showed from Billy Elliot. I enjoyed the tribe of the show Hair singing the eponymous song (I did Hair...and yes, I did the nude scene). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when are the damn Tony awards going to stop pimping Jersey Boys? I swear to Judy Garland, they've been showing young dudes imitating the nasal sound stylings of Frankie Valli for at least 3 years now. No more, Tonys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-7434263327849514463?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/7434263327849514463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=7434263327849514463&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7434263327849514463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7434263327849514463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/06/tony-awards.html' title='Tony Awards'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-3757522796219434298</id><published>2009-05-29T00:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:15:48.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the mend</title><content type='html'>My outpatient surgery went well, I stayed home from work today and relaxed, although I did get a little lightheaded this afternoon, probably because my hemoglobin is still pretty low. Back to work tomorrow, I have a lot to do and only a little time to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-3757522796219434298?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/3757522796219434298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=3757522796219434298&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/3757522796219434298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/3757522796219434298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-mend.html' title='On the mend'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-8780971201030178151</id><published>2009-05-25T20:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:48:25.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I will be going to the hospital for outpatient surgery, to hopefully end a problem that has been plaguing me for most of 2009, and also to make sure I don't have any cancerous lesions, because who wants cancerous lesions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-8780971201030178151?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/8780971201030178151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=8780971201030178151&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8780971201030178151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8780971201030178151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-wednesday.html' title='This Wednesday'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-5071484231986650904</id><published>2009-05-01T12:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:13:07.777-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BADD'/><title type='text'>But I'm NOT Disabled!</title><content type='html'>I was born with hip dysplasia. It wasn't detected by doctors until I was already walking. My mother kept telling people that I was walking funny, and she was reassured that it was only because I learned how to walk in a playpen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was real - my left hip was completely dislocated, and I had surgery when I was a little over a year old to correct the problem. I'm not sure what kind of surgery, but the surgeons cut a bunch of bone out of my pelvic bone and built a new joint. My parents speak glowingly about how I never let it slow me down. While I was recovering from surgery, I wore a series of braces that kept my left leg sticking out to the side at a right angle to the ground. I couldn't walk like that, so my father made me a wheeled cart, and I would get around by "walking" on my arms, dragging the rest of me behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time I really noticed that I couldn't do what other people did, and that was in kindergarten. We were all directed to sit Indian style on the rug while the teacher read to us, and I dutifully tried to do so. And I couldn't. If I put my arms around my knees, and pulled them up to my chest, I could almost sorta cross my ankles over each other. But everyone else seemed to do it with ease! I ended up lying down on my belly with my chin resting on my hands and my feet up in the air, or sitting froggy style, with my knees rotating out and my feet on either side of my butt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my grandmother would come visit, she would have me walk up and down the length of the living room for her. "Ach! She's a cripple!" she would say. But I never took that to heart, I just thought it was one of her weird Irish things, and I was clearly her favorite grandchild. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just accepted that I couldn't kick my left leg as high, and that I couldn't run as far, or sit Indian style or cross my legs the way girls do. It was just the way I was. I still loved gym, was usually the first girl picked for teams, played softball, and was very active. I could do cartwheels and backflips and walkovers, I could do a backbend from a standing position, and I even won a sprinting race at my dad's Irish club's field day. Heck, I was even a cheerleader for a couple of years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I started to get older, people would ask me sometimes if I was okay, or ask what happened to my leg. I would always get puzzled for a second, and then remember that they didn't live inside my body, so they didn't know this was just how I was, so I told them that I was born with a dislocated hip. When I lay in bed at night, I would trace the soft train track scar on my left hip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until I was fully grown that I started to have more serious problems. As the pain increased, I cut back on my activities, and I gained weight. I started to be able to predict the weather with astonishing accuracy. Now I had a new problem, osteoarthritis, which was a direct result of my congenital disorder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 14 years ago, I was in a car accident, and my left knee was slammed into the dashboard of the car. It took me a week to be able to straighten that leg out again. I went to an orthopedist for follow-up, and he said "you have the hip of an 80 year old." I didn't like him, so I found another orthopedist who was kind enough to take my pain seriously and gave me a prescription for Vicodin, which allowed me to sleep at night and function during the day. I was not Gregory House, dry-popping Vicodin like they were Chicklets - if anything, I was stingey about using them, preferring to save them for when the pain was really bad. I give Vicodin a lot of credit in my losing 36 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That orthopedist retired, sadly, and I couldn't find another orthopedist who was as forward thinking about treating pain. When I first visited my current orthopedist, he asked me to sign a release so my X-rays could be used to Board test Orthopedic candidates - the combination of my youth and the extremely poor condition of my hip would make an interesting question, he thought. He asked me to start using a cane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a cane and I started noticing a huge difference in the way people reacted to me. People always wanted to open doors for me, or carry heavy things for me, or do things for me. It made me angry, quite honestly. Did they think there was something wrong with me? Did they think I was incapable or incompetent? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people would always ask me if I needed help, or if there was anything they could do to help me. Well, I would think, I need help clipping my left toenails or shaving my left leg, but no, I can get the door for myself. No one really wanted to give the kind of help that I needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband would occasionally suggest I should get a handicapped parking pass, and I even went to get a form to do that...but the form asked me to declare that I was permanently disabled, and I couldn't do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there is a cure for my current problem, and that cure is a prosthetic hip. I'm told that once my hip is replaced, that the pain will be gone, that they might even be able to make my legs the same length, and that I will have my life back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but think it will be a completely new life, but I try not to raise my expectations too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the orthopedist yesterday for a checkup. They are having me in every 2 months as they chart the decline of my hip. The ortho would like me to lose more weight, telling me that statistically speaking, most people do not lose weight after hip replacement surgery, and that heavier people generally gain weight afterwards. But I am also supposed to cut back on walking and not participate in any aggressive exercise, because that will put my hip on track for a faster decline, and at my age, it's likely the prosthetic will wear out before I'm ready to be done walking. And he said he was reluctant to schedule a surgery because he thinks the pain that I'm living with is not in the driver's seat yet. And it's not, at least, it's not in the driver's seat all the time, although it is my now constant companion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm kind of in this frustrating place, where I appear disabled, and by most reasonable measures, I am disabled. I know there are things I cannot do. I can't run, for example. My husband and kids have dreams about flying, I have dreams where I'm running - I've woken up in tears because I'm running in my dreams, and I remember how free it felt, and I can't do it in my waking life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't feel disabled, and I only use that word - or, more accurately, the "c" word, "crippled" - in a self-deprecating manner. I feel competent and capable, and I hate it when people think that they are being kind by offering to hold the door for me. I don't say anything, because maybe that's exactly the kind of help that someone else needs. If I could just find someone to shave my left leg for me, I'd be all set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-5071484231986650904?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/5071484231986650904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=5071484231986650904&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/5071484231986650904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/5071484231986650904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/05/but-im-not-disabled.html' title='But I&apos;m NOT Disabled!'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-5504635780561370959</id><published>2009-04-21T23:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:01:40.808-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Sort of Reviews of Movies You've Probably Already Seen</title><content type='html'>1. The Visitor&lt;br /&gt;Richard Jenkins stars as Walter Vale (which Loki tells me is a significant name, although he hasn't explained that yet), a disconnected, insular Economics professor who teaches one class and pretends to work on his book. When he goes to present a paper he "co-authored" (i.e., read) in NYC, he finds that a young couple, Tarek and Zainab, has moved into his apartment - a con man rented it to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's his extreme loneliness, maybe he just thinks that Tarek (played by Haaz Sleiman) is incredibly hot, which is what I kept thinking every time he was on screen, but Walter insists that the couple stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarek is a big &lt;a href="http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/"&gt;bowl of life&lt;/a&gt;, teaching Walter how to play the dhimmi, taking him out to jazz clubs, practicing his drums in his underwear, whereas Zainab, played by Danai Gurira, seems uptight and reserved; we soon find out that she is justified in her cautious ways, because she and Tarek are in the United States illegally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we enter the Orwellian world of INS, where subcontractors house illegal aliens in a warehouse, where posters declare that immigrants are the backbone of America, etc. Walter, in his detached way, hires an immigration attorney and politely navigates his way through the bureaucracy. Tarek tries to keep his spirits up, but INS keeps moving people and he's scared; poor Zainab can't even take the risk of going to see him. Then Tarek's mother shows up, and she and Walter connect, but ultimately, Tarek gets deported and Mouna, Tarek's mother, goes back to Syria to be with him, knowing that she will not come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great performances all around. Jenkins has been a Hey It's That Guy for years; I didn't know his name until Six Feet Under. Danai Gurira blew me away; Haaz Sleiman is charming as hell. I cried a couple of times during the movie, because I'm a big movie crier, but it also will always astonish me how much our fates rest on where we happen to be born. It's not fair, as Walter yells; it seems like such a childish thing to say, but it's the absolute truth. It's not fair, and it will probably never be fair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dan In Real Life&lt;br /&gt;I should preface this by saying that I forgot that Starz was having a free preview this weekend, so I found myself tuning in just because it was on Sunday afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor, sad Dan. His wife died and left behind 3 perfectly adorable daughters, who are all adorable in their own perfectly flawed ways. His big fun family gets together in their big beach house, and do adorable things like compete for who gets to the dishes, boys against girls, winner is the gender that finishes the crossword puzzle first. They have talent shows and play touch football, and somehow manage to tolerate Dane Cook. I hate everything about this family, purely out of bitterness and resentment that my own family would look at me like I sprouted 2 additional heads if I suggested we put on a talent show at a family reunion. If I suggested we have a family reunion, they would look at me like it was only 1 additional head. I'm a total dork, so I would love to have a family that did these activities, hence the bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan meets Juliette Binoche when his mother sends him out to get the papers, and he's charmed by her (of course, who wouldn't be?) and tells her his whole life story, and somehow, she is charmed by him even though he strikes me as your perfect NiceGuy(tm), and is clearly feeling very sorry for himself. Which is fine, but it's not something you dump on a gorgeous, lively woman you just met. Lucky for Dan, Marie (Juliette Binoche) is insane and is actually dating his brother Dane Cook. Of course Dane and Marie aren't right for each other, they aren't even the same species. Marie ends up with Dan, inexplicably over her love for the sad sack. Clearly, she's still insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-5504635780561370959?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/5504635780561370959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=5504635780561370959&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/5504635780561370959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/5504635780561370959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/04/sort-of-reviews-of-movies-youve.html' title='Sort of Reviews of Movies You&apos;ve Probably Already Seen'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-2487259499380458636</id><published>2009-04-15T16:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:12:46.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If you see me coming, better step aside</title><content type='html'>Today is the day in my monthly cycle when I feel fighty and anxious, which is not a good combination. I've got a hair trigger, and one fist of iron and the other of steel, if the right one don't get you then the left one will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-2487259499380458636?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/2487259499380458636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=2487259499380458636&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2487259499380458636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2487259499380458636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-you-see-me-coming-better-step-aside.html' title='If you see me coming, better step aside'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-1057740209431834368</id><published>2009-04-08T17:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:10:32.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just posting because I haven't and I feel guilty for neglecting any readers who may come by here hoping for something interesting, not just because nothing interesting has happened in a while that doesn't involve the Chinese Curse kind of interesting, and I don't have this blog solely to bitch and moan and say "woe is me". Just so anyone doesn't worry, nothing is seriously wrong, there has just been some unpleasantness that is personally upsetting but not at all dangerous. Anyway - just so I don't leave my imaginary friends empty-handed, here's a video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Lc77THeEVA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Lc77THeEVA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the deep voiced woman in the sparkly shirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-1057740209431834368?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/1057740209431834368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=1057740209431834368&amp;isPopup=true' title='557 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/1057740209431834368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/1057740209431834368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-just-posting-because-i-havent-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>557</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-5055673910132594944</id><published>2009-03-27T23:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:22:16.213-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetable garden'/><title type='text'>I am giddy</title><content type='html'>and feeling flushed with success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting some wildly different advice from a number of people about my leek seeds, I was convinced I had killed them. I kept watching for any sign of life from the little cups of earth, but nothing showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, though....tonight I checked on my cups of dirt and saw a tiny shoot of green. And another and another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/Sc2XuiUCbMI/AAAAAAAAAY4/G55o4UW0vyU/s1600-h/leeks+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/Sc2XuiUCbMI/AAAAAAAAAY4/G55o4UW0vyU/s320/leeks+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318073560735050946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not kill my leeks! They are actually growing! Now all my fussing over them, and putting them outside in the sun, and bringing them back in at night, and covering them with saran wrap is finally paying off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-5055673910132594944?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/5055673910132594944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=5055673910132594944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/5055673910132594944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/5055673910132594944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-giddy.html' title='I am giddy'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/Sc2XuiUCbMI/AAAAAAAAAY4/G55o4UW0vyU/s72-c/leeks+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-3564110367669667821</id><published>2009-03-19T12:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:09:30.197-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetable garden'/><title type='text'>How does your garden grow?</title><content type='html'>Monkey and I are going to have a vegetable garden this year. I've been all talk on this subject in the past, but today, I mailed my soil sample to the UCONN Home &amp; Garden Center, so they can let me know exactly how to improve my soil for veggie production, and yesterday evening, Monkey and I started our leeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a tiny yard, so we're going to have a small garden. I did a little research, and we're going to have raised beds - I'm still undecided about whether to have 4 of them or 5 of them. Our selected crops for this first time around are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leeks&lt;br /&gt;asparagus (which is why we might have 5 beds, since they stay in the same place for 20 years)&lt;br /&gt;peas&lt;br /&gt;green beans&lt;br /&gt;tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;cucumbers&lt;br /&gt;radishes&lt;br /&gt;peppers&lt;br /&gt;carrots&lt;br /&gt;and probably a small herb garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am known to have a black thumb, so I'm going to rely on Monkey's youth and enthusiasm and experience helping our neighbors with their vegetable garden to get me through this. We're not bothering with zucchini because everyone and their brother grows that and we always seem to end up with a brown paper bag full of them when they are ripe. I hope to update with pictures, but my camera doesn't seem to want to let go of any of the pictures I take anymore, so that might not happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-3564110367669667821?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/3564110367669667821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=3564110367669667821&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/3564110367669667821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/3564110367669667821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-does-your-garden-grow.html' title='How does your garden grow?'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-7882622615127871177</id><published>2009-03-13T16:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:04:18.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember boredom</title><content type='html'>and it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is now approaching the speed of light, having surpassed the speed of sound roughly Wednesday evening, when I was singing - again - for the adorably pretentious students at the Hartt School of Music, who listen with their eyes closed as if the chorus had actually rehearsed and prepared extensively, with their Chairman Mao t-shirts and Che Guevara hats and their parents' old Volvos and BMWs waiting for them in the parking lot, while I have to climb into a crappy, beat-up Chevy Cavalier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks to be poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only has this year been fast, it has also been expensive, with car accidents and brakes and the insurance company continually denying coverage to my oldest, even though I've called them about it numerous times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been home in a week, except to sleep, and I have an extra child coming to my house tonight, even though there is no food there. And I have to sing tomorrow, and then finally, finally a little break, a social event that I won't describe in detail since it is a surprise, but it will be so welcome to sit back and just gab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend: already booked. The weekend after that: already booked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next question: why do I still feel lonely even though I'm always busy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-7882622615127871177?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/7882622615127871177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=7882622615127871177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7882622615127871177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7882622615127871177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-remember-boredom.html' title='I remember boredom'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-9175697464039978467</id><published>2009-03-01T11:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:56:39.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert</title><content type='html'>My a cappella group, Harmonious Soul, had a concert on Friday night, and it went really well. We had a good crowd, and I felt relaxed and energetic. I was so pleased to see so many of my friends and family in the audience, and I appreciated the kind comments of everyone after the concert. We had a recording mic set up, but we're not sure if our (volunteer) music board guy turned it on, so maybe we'll have a recording, maybe we won't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next event is next Sunday, when I'll be singing in the Women Composer's Festival Chorus at the Sisters of Saint Joseph in West Hartford, which is the start of the &lt;a href="http://www.heatherhouseproductions.com/files/Event_List_Jan_6_HorizontalSite.pdf"&gt;Women Composers Festival&lt;/a&gt;. I'll be singing in other events for the festival on the 11th, 13th and 15th. If you are interested in seeing Harmonious Soul perform, we will be singing at the A Cappella Concert on Friday, March 13th. We have a good set put together, of music composed by and/or arranged by women, including a couple of pieces arranged by one of our members.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-9175697464039978467?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/9175697464039978467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=9175697464039978467&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/9175697464039978467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/9175697464039978467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/03/concert.html' title='Concert'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-8566472908555953209</id><published>2009-02-26T00:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:09:13.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amused or annoyed? Amunnoyed? Annused?</title><content type='html'>Two things are both amusing me and annoying me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is that KFC commercial that's been running lately. There's a cute, non-threatening woman, talking about the fresh ingredients and 11 herbs &amp; spices, and how does she know this much about KFC? Well, it's because she's the cook, and every KFC has one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shit? Every KFC - which, technically, qualifies as a restaurant, has A cook? A single cook? I'm just trying to imagine the writers sitting around the table of the advertising agency, tossing around ideas to make KFC more attractive. "I know, let's say that KFC food is cooked by....you're going to love this....a COOK! No one will expect it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing is that I've read about 15 headlines tonight about why the "intensely private" or "fiercely private" Jennifer Aniston brought her boyfriend &lt;br /&gt;John Mayer to the Oscars. My problem here is with suddenly having Jennifer Aniston, who I've seen smiling at me from literally hundreds of magazine covers, is suddenly fiercely private. I wonder if her publicist thought this would be a good way to position her? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to leave similar amusing/annoying things in comments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-8566472908555953209?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/8566472908555953209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=8566472908555953209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8566472908555953209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8566472908555953209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/02/amused-or-annoyed-amunnoyed-annused.html' title='Amused or annoyed? Amunnoyed? Annused?'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-3193735498285503667</id><published>2009-02-23T20:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:27:16.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumble, grumble</title><content type='html'>Aside from &lt;a href="http://www.cosmicomelet.com/about.html"&gt;a great three hour breakfast &lt;/a&gt;with &lt;a href="http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/"&gt;excellent&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twoglasses.com"&gt;company&lt;/a&gt;, and some laughs at an extra long final rehearsal for my upcoming concert (Friday, February 27, 2009, 7:00 p.m., Emmanuel Lutheran Church, 60 Church Street, Manchester, CT) my whole weekend was one to bitch about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, there were brake problems. They went from "hmm, do I hear something?" to full on scratching metal. So that had to be done. I can't even go into the whole red ant-hill of irritation that led to getting them fixed today, but suffice it to say, it was a good day to stay away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, today I had two doctor's appointments, one with my orthopedist and one with my regular doctor. I was hoping the first one would lead to some final decisions, like WHEN I would get my hip replaced. Instead, they put me off for 2 more months. I did get to see my even funkier hip joint - the top of my femur is expanding around the outside of my pelvic bone as well as the inside of the ball. If you look at the front view, there is NO SPACE between the ball and joint. None. There is a tiny, tiny pocket of space if you look at it from the side. The doctor wants me to consider fusing, which would eliminate pain in my hip but would place an even heavier burden on my back and the rest of my joints (which is why I don't want to do that). Alternatively, I could get a cortisone shot into the tiny pocket of space, to relieve the inflammation. It could bring relief, or it could do nothing. I'm still undecided on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second appointment was about my other ongoing problem, which is that I've had my period for 21 days now. Almost the entire month of February. So I got to have a sonographer look at my insides today, which was painless, but also frustrating, because she can't discuss the results. The radiologist has to look at them, and I'll be hearing from my doctor on Wednesday about that. So I feel like I'm dangling, looking for answers, but everyone is putting me off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get a headache from not letting all this anger out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-3193735498285503667?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/3193735498285503667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=3193735498285503667&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/3193735498285503667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/3193735498285503667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/02/grumble-grumble.html' title='Grumble, grumble'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-5880192625517778965</id><published>2009-02-20T00:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:34:13.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been contemplating...</title><content type='html'>There are a lot of things I would like to write about, but I hold myself back because I think they are subjects that I *shouldn't* share. I may have a glitchy sense of what is appropriate or inappropriate to talk about, because I grew up in a House of Secrets. I have these duelling inclinations to to talk about things that I maybe shouldn't talk about, or not talk about things that I probably should talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Philip Larkin wrote, "they fuck you up, your mum and dad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fuck you up, your mum and dad.&lt;br /&gt;  They may not mean to, but they do.&lt;br /&gt;They fill you with the faults they had&lt;br /&gt;  And add some extra, just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they were fucked up in their turn&lt;br /&gt;  By fools in old-style hats and coats,&lt;br /&gt;Who half the time were soppy-stern&lt;br /&gt;  And half at one another's throats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man hands on misery to man.&lt;br /&gt;  It deepens like a coastal shelf.&lt;br /&gt;Get out as early as you can,&lt;br /&gt;  And don't have any kids yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-5880192625517778965?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/5880192625517778965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=5880192625517778965&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/5880192625517778965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/5880192625517778965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-been-contemplating.html' title='I&apos;ve been contemplating...'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-6377362056159001338</id><published>2009-02-17T23:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:04:28.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekends</title><content type='html'>I know I am getting old now, because on Friday nights, I can barely keep my eyes open past 9pm. But I started my long weekend by staying up until 10pm to watch Dollhouse, Joss Whedon's new show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have high expectations for the show, so I can only say that, while it wasn't the greatest thing ever, it did exceed my expectations. Eliza Dushku may not have the chops to play a different character every week, but I think she might do better at that than at the other part of her character, as Echo, the "doll". She's lacking a certain depth at those kind of quieter parts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The script was decidedly not Whedonesque, lacking his characteristic wit and humor, but that may be due to the procedural aspect of the show. I think it has potential, it wasn't great, but better than I expected. I was pretty much squeeing on the couch when I saw the Grrr-Argh monster again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope the IT guy on Dollhouse is the first main cast character to meet a horrible death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday passed by in blur. I knew it was Valentine's Day, but was not expecting anything. So I was pleasantly surprised when Loki presented me with a gift and a poem...which, technically, qualifies as another gift. The first gift was a CD of Van Morrison's Greatest Hits (which mystifyingly did not include Into the Mystic or Tupelo Honey, so I ask you, can you really call that a Greatest Hits CD?). The second gift is below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Music hints at a God beyond the blue,&lt;br /&gt;and, though Art on earthly pain is fed,&lt;br /&gt;unbridled, our passions offer this clue: &lt;br /&gt;Roses have often said - &lt;br /&gt;even Violets know this to be true - &lt;br /&gt;evenings are best with fresh-baked bread,&lt;br /&gt;novels written in a month, wine, and you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we had birthdays to celebrate - my niece Molly and my father-in-law (FIL). Molly is sweet and guileless and enthusiastic, and she made me laugh by picking up the first present and saying "I have a feeling this is going to be the greatest gift of ALL TIME!"; and later, when holding a gift I wrapped (which means it was shaped like a lump and looked like either a young child or someone missing some fingers had wrapped it), said "It feels like.....like something." Yes, Molls, it was something, good guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I lost a wee fortune in pennies at Rummy Royal. I did not go out once. Three times I had a paying card in my hand that I never got to play; once, I had the king and queen of hearts in my hand, and didn't get to play them. It was a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a day to savor because it was a day I did not have to go to work, and those days are always wonderful (even though I like my job, and I like working...really, if I didn't work, these work-free days would feel much less meaningful). Loki and I hung out at the bookstore. I learned how to format a screenplay, and I started reading Watchmen, which I didn't finish until today. It was a little right-wing for my taste, but it was also incredibly rich storytelling, so on that level, I loved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-6377362056159001338?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/6377362056159001338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=6377362056159001338&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/6377362056159001338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/6377362056159001338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-weekends.html' title='Long Weekends'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-1025937010510358375</id><published>2009-02-11T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T10:01:03.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New to Blogroll</title><content type='html'>and new to blogging: my very dear friend Spastic Sally has a blog called &lt;a href="http://findingathena47.blogspot.com/"&gt;Finding Athena&lt;/a&gt;. You should read her first post, because you will learn something that you never knew you wanted to learn, but will be thrilled to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-1025937010510358375?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/1025937010510358375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=1025937010510358375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/1025937010510358375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/1025937010510358375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-to-blogroll_11.html' title='New to Blogroll'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-7707780234113795088</id><published>2009-02-09T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:41:00.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New to blogroll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.acappellablog.com/"&gt;a cappella blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more directed towards college aged a cappella groups than the one I sing in, but useful information, regardless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-7707780234113795088?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/7707780234113795088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=7707780234113795088&amp;isPopup=true' title='76 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7707780234113795088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7707780234113795088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-to-blogroll.html' title='New to blogroll'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>76</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-1275589383839315479</id><published>2009-02-09T08:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:37:36.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recommended</title><content type='html'>1. Coraline - Loki, Monkey and I saw this Saturday morning. Possibly the best use of 3D I've seen - they didn't use it just to hurl things into your faces, but to flesh out this stop-motion animated world. It was excellent, and everytime I see a promo for the movie, I want to go see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Joe Strummer - The Future Is Unwritten - I watched this yesterday while I was cleaning my living room. They did not shy away from showing Joe Strummer, warts and all. I feel inspired right now, just thinking about this movie - that DIY punk ethos is sitting with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Positive pressure nasal irrigation - okay, this is not something anyone really wants to talk or hear about, but if you suffer from chronic sinus problems or allergies, you might be interested anyway. I just couldn't make myself get a neti pot, but this is a squeeze bottle version of the same thing, and honest to pete, my head felt lighter and I could breathe with ease immediately after using.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-1275589383839315479?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/1275589383839315479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=1275589383839315479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/1275589383839315479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/1275589383839315479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/02/recommended.html' title='Recommended'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-8643928534567059381</id><published>2009-02-01T23:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:49:34.285-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great nights in conversation'/><title type='text'>Full Circle</title><content type='html'>Saturday night, Loki and I got together with my friend, my psychotic sister G., and her friend S. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do you begin a conversation with someone you love dearly, but haven't seen in years? Naturally we started with quantum physics, what we called the eight minute conversation, about what would happen if the sun went out, and we had eight minutes left before the earth would be bereft of light and energy. Would we even be here for those eight minutes? And what would happen to the planet we live on? Does the universe jiggle like jello? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved from there onto the nature of reality itself. Are we here? Are we all experiencing the same reality? Do we only exist when others experience and realize us? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved onto food, and things we tried to remember about our past lives together, and what was the name of that coffeehouse in Middletown? And we talked about our families, and drew my family tree out so no one could get confused by all the Maureens and Kathleens and Bernadettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about the movie we had seen earlier that evening, and about music (BTW: G, if you're reading this, remember when I was miming "playing the piano" and you interpreted that as "typing on the keyboard"? The phrase I was trying to think of was "tin-pan alley" - it came to me just before my exploding head syndrom kicked in as I fell asleep last night...nothing yet on the coffeehouse, but the information is in my brain somewhere and I will retrieve it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we talked about white supremacists and how some towns have more flavor than others and how weird it is that Wallingford doesn't have the internet in their town hall, but how excellent Napoli's Pizza is. (S., if I had the presence of mind last night, I would have shown you that I have their number programmed into my cell phone, even though I live 35 miles away from it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we talked about how we remain connected, even when apart, and Loki started talking about how it's the same for particles, and possibly even objects, and then we were back to the beginning of the circle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-8643928534567059381?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/8643928534567059381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=8643928534567059381&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8643928534567059381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8643928534567059381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/02/full-circle.html' title='Full Circle'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-8177384152667048627</id><published>2009-01-27T11:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:16:08.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>48 Questions</title><content type='html'>via &lt;a href="http://konagod.blogspot.com/2009/01/48-questions-meme.html"&gt;konagod&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;my Aunt Maureen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?&lt;br /&gt;earlier today, when I was reading &lt;a href="http://www.prospect.org/csnc/blogs/tapped_archive?month=01&amp;year=2009&amp;base_name=his_presidents_brown#112448"&gt;this blog post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;I have beautiful penmanship when I make the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;turkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 2 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;I think so, but I guess it would depend on which other person I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM?&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?&lt;br /&gt;Only if I were on The Amazing Race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have one. I like cereal in general, but only eat it occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not picky about ice cream, but I think you know an ice cream brand/maker is great when the vanilla is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?&lt;br /&gt;height&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. RED OR PINK?&lt;br /&gt;red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;my damn deformed hip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;I have been lucky to not have lost many people in my life up to this point, but I miss my friend Al sometimes. And also, Phil Hartman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO COMPLETE THIS LIST?&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;gray pants and white/gray sneakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;The sounds of the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;forest green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. FAVORITE SMELLS?&lt;br /&gt;coffee, garlic, freshly baked bread, lilac blooms, new baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;My husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;No one sent it to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?&lt;br /&gt;hurling and hockey, but only in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. HAIR COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;Used to be V-8 orange, now it's more like a penny that has been around for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?&lt;br /&gt;No, my body has betrayed me in many ways, but I am lucky enough to have 20/20 vision for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. FAVORITE FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?&lt;br /&gt;Not a big scary movie fan, and sometimes I like happy endings, but I am also comfortable with ambiguity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;Hamlet 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;br /&gt;Kisses &amp; hugs.. All good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt;??Leslie maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt;my husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in a reading phase right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?&lt;br /&gt;don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. FAVORITE SOUND(S).&lt;br /&gt;interesting music, certain babies laughing....at the church where I used to sing, when they had Communion, everyone got a little tiny plastic cup of grape juice, and when we were done drinking, everyone would pass their cups down, and the sound of the little cups being stacked was very pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES?&lt;br /&gt;Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME?&lt;br /&gt;Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?&lt;br /&gt;I sing, I can juggle, I can act, I can levitate (or at least make other people think I can levitate), and I have a great capacity for remembering useless pieces of information, like what someone was wearing when I first met them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 WHERE WERE YOU BORN?&lt;br /&gt;Hartford, CT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who bothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. HOW DID YOU MEET YOUR SPOUSE/SIGNIFICANT OTHER?&lt;br /&gt;At college&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-8177384152667048627?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/8177384152667048627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=8177384152667048627&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8177384152667048627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8177384152667048627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/01/48-questions.html' title='48 Questions'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-2621741611817149496</id><published>2009-01-25T20:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:52:53.640-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leslie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogroll friends'/><title type='text'>Did I ever tell you about my friend Leslie?</title><content type='html'>14 or so years ago, I auditioned for the female version of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Odd_Couple"&gt;Odd Couple &lt;/a&gt;at a community theater in Middletown. I had a good audition, and I was one of 4 people called back for the role of Olive Madison (obviously, the female version of Oscar Madison). I ended up getting the part that night, and I had a great time doing the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year or so later, I auditioned for the play &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Hate_Hamlet"&gt;I Hate Hamlet&lt;/a&gt;, put on by the same community theater group, and I got the part of Gary Peter Lefkowitz*, the protagonists agent. Also cast in the play was Leslie, who played Real Estate agent Felicia Dantine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were a week or two into rehearsal, and after one rehearsal we went out for coffee. I was sitting with Karen (who directed the Odd Couple) and Leslie, and we were having fun, talking and making each other laugh, and then Leslie told me, very seriously, that she had a confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that for the past year, she had wanted me dead.** You see, she was one of the other people who got called back for the part of Olive Madison, and since Karen, the director, was her best friend, she assumed she was a shue-in for the part. But I got it instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen told me that then she began receiving a series of phone calls from Leslie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Karen, when Maureen breaks her leg, make sure to give me plenty of notice so I have all my lines memorized."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Karen, does the rehearsal space have a sprinkler system, in case there's a fire?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen explained to Leslie that I got the part because I had a certain vulnerability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie sniffed, "vunnerability" she said. "I can do vunnerability!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "you can't even pronounce vulnerabilty!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus a friendship was born. And I'm writing this tonight because Leslie and Karen and I got together today for lunch, then a little shopping and then hanging out at the bookstore. And she reads my blog, so I have to write about her, because she likes reading about herself. And because, okay, I love Leslie, and I'm glad she's my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention that she has developed a game to help kids learn how to clean and organize their space? Because she has, and &lt;a href="http://www.lesismore.net/"&gt;you can buy it here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I maintain that I must have a certain quality that reads as male, because this was not the first time I got cast in a male part, and it wasn't the last time, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Leslie said that when she found out I had a child, she decided it would be okay with her if I were merely maimed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-2621741611817149496?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/2621741611817149496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=2621741611817149496&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2621741611817149496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2621741611817149496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-i-ever-tell-you-about-my-friend.html' title='Did I ever tell you about my friend Leslie?'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-312032985119425351</id><published>2009-01-23T20:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:50:51.064-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='President Obama'/><title type='text'>Maybe President Obama *is* magic</title><content type='html'>Since President Obama was inaugurated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost 4 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;I can open a newspaper without feeling ill&lt;br /&gt;I can read the news online without my blood pressure rising&lt;br /&gt;I can read blogs and feel happy instead of angry&lt;br /&gt;I no longer clench my fists when I'm listening to NPR on the way home from work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if he could only clear up the lingering pain in my lower back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-312032985119425351?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/312032985119425351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=312032985119425351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/312032985119425351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/312032985119425351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/01/maybe-president-obama-is-magic.html' title='Maybe President Obama *is* magic'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-4860458140879929049</id><published>2009-01-22T12:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:31:50.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My kingdom for a Vicodin!</title><content type='html'>Pain sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hip is always hurting, but I am experiencing some exquisite pain in my lower back. In that little dimple on the left-hand side, it is hot to the touch and hurts however I move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, yesterday, my own husband told me I walked like Quasimodo. I feel like I'm just declining, physically, with each passing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know how much more of this I can take. I'm at my desk, on the verge of crying from the pain. And occasionally over the verge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-4860458140879929049?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/4860458140879929049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=4860458140879929049&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/4860458140879929049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/4860458140879929049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-kingdom-for-vicodin.html' title='My kingdom for a Vicodin!'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-7678857973904174689</id><published>2009-01-20T18:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:54:15.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel that I should post something on this historic day...</title><content type='html'>So I'll share that I got a text from Sio as she was on her way to D.C. in the wee hours of the morning. We have not heard from her since, I hope she was able to feel part of the historic events today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell if I'm more happy that a responsible adult with a brain is in charge, or that the old incompetent moron is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-7678857973904174689?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/7678857973904174689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=7678857973904174689&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7678857973904174689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7678857973904174689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-that-i-should-post-something-on.html' title='I feel that I should post something on this historic day...'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-7735924620446525129</id><published>2009-01-13T10:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:48:38.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmonious Soul (and Friends) in Concert</title><content type='html'>We have finally rescheduled our concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come see a fabulous six member women's a cappella group perform a wide variety of music. We sing traditional as well as contemporary music including songs by James Taylor, Mary Chapin Carpenter, Etta James, Guns N Roses, and many more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few other performers will lend their talents to the night as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are $8/$5 for seniors and 12 and under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, February 27, 2009&lt;br /&gt;7:00 - 9:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel Lutheran Church&lt;br /&gt;60 Church Street&lt;br /&gt;Manchester, CT 06040&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;source=s_q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=60+Church+Street,+Manchester+CT+06040&amp;amp;sll=37.0625,-95.677068&amp;amp;sspn=31.564064,61.787109&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=41.781809,-72.520151&amp;amp;spn=0.007249,0.015085&amp;amp;z=14&amp;amp;iwloc=addr&amp;amp;output=embed&amp;amp;s=AARTsJq7bFQy4S_WZEMl7zRtZOEDw6q9nA"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;source=embed&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=60+Church+Street,+Manchester+CT+06040&amp;amp;sll=37.0625,-95.677068&amp;amp;sspn=31.564064,61.787109&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=41.781809,-72.520151&amp;amp;spn=0.007249,0.015085&amp;amp;z=14&amp;amp;iwloc=addr" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;View Larger Map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like more information, please e-mail me at maurinsky@yahoo.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-7735924620446525129?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/7735924620446525129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=7735924620446525129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7735924620446525129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7735924620446525129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/01/harmonious-soul-and-friends-in-concert.html' title='Harmonious Soul (and Friends) in Concert'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-833483725352017456</id><published>2009-01-09T09:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:47:14.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity cameos in my dreams</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been having dreams with celebrity cameos in them. First, Jason Segal showed up in a couple of them - I assume this was due to seeing Jason and Little Jason in Forgetting Sarah Marshall. Though these dreams were not sexual in nature, they did have a romantic sort of quality to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Daniel Letterle, who played Vlad in the movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0342167/"&gt;Camp&lt;/a&gt;, showed up. Pretty obscure celebrity cameo, I grant you, but it gets better. In my dream, the kids from the movie Camp were having a press conference, and Daniel Letterle was in costume for his next project - he had a fake moustache and his hair was grayed at the temples, and he was wearing a 3 piece suit and a bowler hat. He and I wandered away from the press conference, and he confessed that he was terrified because a man named Culpepper was after him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled a book out of my jacket, and said "Do you mean this Culpepper?", and on the cover of the book was a man wearing the same 3 piece suit and bowler hat, who looked like he was crossing Abbey Road. Letterle was clearly terrified. We decided to find a place to hide. We were in a building that might have been a convention center or a hotel - there were a lot of big meeting rooms, and escalators, plus some balconies and wide open halls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letterle and I started climbing the stairs, and we got to a conference hall that was still messy from whatever event had just been held there. While we were there, a phone rang, and Letterle answered it and went pale. "Culpepper is here!" he said, and he ran off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out onto the balcony and looked down into the big open hallway, and saw a man in a 3 piece suit and bowler hat. He paused and looked up in my direction (although he didn't see me). It was Culpepper, but Culpepper was played by Malcolm McDowell in my dream. And he was scary! So I ran away, and then I segued into another dream that did not feature any celebrities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My subconscious, ladies and gentlemen! Let me know if you can make any sense of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-833483725352017456?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/833483725352017456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=833483725352017456&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/833483725352017456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/833483725352017456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/01/celebrity-cameos-in-my-dreams.html' title='Celebrity cameos in my dreams'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-850374631664395264</id><published>2009-01-05T12:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:05:32.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day At The Beach</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning, my alarm went off at 4:30 a.m. Those of you who notice the hours when I am online might take note that when I'm up at 4:30 a.m., that's at the end of a long day, not the beginning. But yesterday, it was the beginning of the day. Because my sister and husband made plans to go to the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the beach. Yes, in January. It's not the place I would think of going, either. But I got up at 4:30 a.m., and we were headed out the door by 5:30 a.m. We were hoping to experience sunrise at the beach, but we had to make do with watching the sunrise from the car on our way to the beach. Once the sun was up, I realized I left my sunglasses in our car, at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach was a very different experience in winter. The sand was frozen, and it was a delightful experience to walk on it - I imagined I was standing on a distant planet where the frozen ground had a little give, a little spring in it. It was a lot less crowded, although we were never the only people there - at the Narragansett Public Beach, there was a clearly insane man who was surfing. It was also, of course, cold. I have been unable to find my awesome winter earflap hat, so I had to make do with wrapping a scarf over my head, babushka style, to keep my delicate ears warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was on a quest for seaglass, and she found plenty of it, as did Sio. We also found: frozen starfish, huge clamshells, a plastic turtle, an earring painted to look like a pineapple (Loki: "I found Spongebob's house!"), a moldy English muffin, a peanut (me: started singing the Found A Peanut song), peach pits, cigarette butts aplenty, and some pretty shells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished at the beach, it was about 11am. We decided we were ready for lunch, and we drove to downtown Wakefield, RI, where we stopped in at this excellent breakfast place called Phil's. It was a perfect little greasy spoon, I don't think any of us had a meal that cost more than $5.00, and I didn't feel hungry for the rest of the day. Loki asked for detailed instructions on how to make the homefries, because he deemed them the best homefries he ever had. My sister had a strawberry pancake that was bigger than my head (and my head is huge), and there were whole slices of strawberry in it - it was gorgeous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked down to a bookstore that sold both used and new books. I almost bought a music book that was published in the 1860s - it was only $7.50, and it had some pro-Union songs in it, but it also made me sneeze with each turned page, so I left it there. I did flip through a book called Songs of Man that featured folk songs, showing how regardless of culture, certain types of songs developed from nearly every part of the globe. Including a whole chapter on folk songs about Cuckoos. What a world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, we stopped to see our younger sister and her new(ish) baby, Clara, who is darling - all smiles and giggles. Clara and I played peekaboo for a while, she jumped every time I said "boo!", and then would giggle and smile. Babies are cute, and they are even better when you don't have to change their diapers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great day, although the last two thirds of it were kind of fuzzy for me, since I was all punchy and silly because of the early wake-up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-850374631664395264?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/850374631664395264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=850374631664395264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/850374631664395264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/850374631664395264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-at-beach.html' title='A Day At The Beach'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-3240890698322626023</id><published>2009-01-03T02:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:49:59.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Longer term goals</title><content type='html'>1. Perform a stand-up routine. &lt;br /&gt;There have been moments in my life where I've made a large group of people laugh, not by speaking lines written by a playwright, but by coming up with something on my own. Those moments are some of the greatest moments of my life. The idea of doing stand-up is something that terrifies me, which makes me think it might be worth doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Publish a novel or short-story.&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to do this my whole life. I have loads of material that could be brushed off and polished. I will do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Write a song.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've filked plenty, but I've never come up with my own tune. The problem with having a good ear is that everytime I start humming a tune, it may start off as something new, but eventually it veers off into something I've heard before. Also, lyrically, I tend to be more along the lines of Weird Al than, say, the Indigo Girls. I would like to do something meaningful on this front sometime before I die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-3240890698322626023?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/3240890698322626023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=3240890698322626023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/3240890698322626023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/3240890698322626023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/01/feeling-your-mortality.html' title='Longer term goals'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-1431466312202442834</id><published>2009-01-01T17:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:39:51.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals for 2009</title><content type='html'>1.Get my hip replaced - this one is more involved than just getting surgery, I also have to lose weight to make this happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Clean my house - I'm tired of my house being so messy and chaotic. I have to make order out of the chaos. I would like my home to be a sanctuary, and right now, it is someplace that I have to get out of to keep my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Figure out whether I should continue taking 1 class per semester towards getting a music degree, or whether I should cut my losses, stick with my current public sector job and take online classes towards getting a degree in Public Policy or something similar. I'm leaning towards the first option, still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-1431466312202442834?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/1431466312202442834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=1431466312202442834&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/1431466312202442834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/1431466312202442834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2009/01/goals-for-2009.html' title='Goals for 2009'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-9054815005671368184</id><published>2008-12-31T23:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:58:31.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>I hope 2009 is a great year for everyone who stops by here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-9054815005671368184?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/9054815005671368184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=9054815005671368184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/9054815005671368184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/9054815005671368184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-7974513175102469615</id><published>2008-12-31T19:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:34:39.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of year assessment meme</title><content type='html'>Via &lt;a href="http://www.twoglasses.com"&gt;Toast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What did you do in 2008 that you'd never done before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantored at a Mass. Got paid $50 per hour at my part-time fun job. Went on vacation with in-laws. Started dealing with some problems in my life. Finished a DIY project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Did you keep your New Year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I did not keep my NY resolution, which was to write more letters. I don't think I wrote even one letter, except to the editor. I will make one for this coming year, though - I've stuck to them in previous years, I know I can do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of my co-workers had baby boys this year; one of my friends from Harmonious Soul had a baby boy in February; my sister had a baby girl in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Al and my friend and co-worker Linda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What places did you visit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York, New Hampshire, Rhode Island, Worcester, Northampton, North Carolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More energy, more money, my own car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 4th, 2008. Obama walking out on stage to make his victory speech. The emotions of that moment. First and foremost the overwhelming sense of relief that... we... won. Eight psychologically-punishing years had left me pretty traumatized and it wasn't until that moment that I finally started to unclench my political sphincter. And then the realization that we weren't just finally seeing the end of the Winger Era, we were in fact witnessing an incredible moment in our nation's history. We had a elected a black man president. It was, shall we say, heady. I just copied Toast's answer, and I'll add: November 4, 2008, because it was my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement(s) of the year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking over for my boss while she was on maternity leave and by all accounts, doing a smashing job of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to not lose weight, and I was very bad about keeping in touch with people. I love you, Leslie, even though I don't call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few colds that were hard to shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that I can think of...maybe the 20 lbs of honeycrisp apples. They were fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama, Maeve, my SIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John McCain, for treating the presidency with such contempt that he was willing to put a clownish simpleton like Sarah Palin a heartbeat away from it. &lt;br /&gt;Harry Reid, for being a toothless, gutless punk. &lt;br /&gt;Joe Lieberman, for being Joe Lieberman. &lt;br /&gt;The douchebag who dressed up as Santa and gunned down eight of his in-laws. &lt;br /&gt;Every one of those fucking asshats who trampled that WalMart employee to death. Get your consumerism under control, you sick fucks. &lt;br /&gt;John Edwards for cheating on his wife.&lt;br /&gt;Someone else who I do not want to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mostly copied from Toast's answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housing, followed by Siobhan's college, then utilities, food, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmonious Soul rehearsals; going to North Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2008?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything on the Dr. Horrible soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;a) Happier or sadder?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little of both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b) thinner or fatter?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c) richer or poorer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming; gone to the beach more; purging of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching TV; eating junk food; gotten cranky with the people I live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. How did you spend Christmas this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In church : P; driving home from church; trying to make a Christmas tree of light; at my sister's for breakfast; at my SIL's for the rest of the day. I can tell you that I spent very little time sleeping on Christmas, and damn, it takes longer to recover now than it used to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2008?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. How was work?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;Pushing Daisies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What did you do for your birthday in 2008?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voted for Obama, celebrated his win. By myself, in my living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. What was the best book you read?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In The Woods by Tana French&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mostly rediscovered stuff this year: David Bowie, Talking Heads, and ended the year by not being able to stop listening to the Robert Plant/Alison Kraus collaboration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. What did you want and get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Dutch oven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. What did you want and not get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to come and clean my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really see many movies this year. I did enjoy All About Eve for the 6th or so time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Did you make some new friends this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as last year: Impeachment proceedings. Again, copied from Toast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff that looks good on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. What kept you sane?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan Fillion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electing a Democrat to the White House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35a. What political issue stirred you the least?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Who did you miss?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie, my sister who I hardly ever see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I met in North Carolina - one of those people with whom you have instant rapport, you know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Burn any bridges?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Best new restaurant you went to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to any new restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you can only control your own actions. I'm slow, though, I have a feeling I'll have to continue learning this before it really sinks in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-7974513175102469615?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/7974513175102469615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=7974513175102469615&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7974513175102469615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7974513175102469615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/12/end-of-year-assessment-meme.html' title='End of year assessment meme'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-7678624794248582408</id><published>2008-12-29T14:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:22:01.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Added to blogroll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bebablog.com/"&gt;beba&lt;/a&gt; by my fellow mom of an 11 year old, Betsy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-7678624794248582408?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/7678624794248582408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=7678624794248582408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7678624794248582408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7678624794248582408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/12/added-to-blogroll.html' title='Added to blogroll'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-5007252092535831905</id><published>2008-12-28T20:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:52:34.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Esprit d'escalier</title><content type='html'>Now that we're packing up the remains of another War on Christmas, I finally thought of the perfect response to make to someone who gets in your face when you say "Happy Holidays". I've written a short play to illustrate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashier: Okay, and $2.53 is your change.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thank you, and Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;Cashier: It's Merry Christmas, how dare you take the Christ out of Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were Jewish*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You could, of course, substitute another non-Christian religion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-5007252092535831905?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/5007252092535831905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=5007252092535831905&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/5007252092535831905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/5007252092535831905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/12/esprit-descalier.html' title='Esprit d&apos;escalier'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-95073403726410381</id><published>2008-12-26T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:22:00.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Which I Fail At Christmas</title><content type='html'>So, in all the hubbub of present buying and wrapping and singing at&lt;br /&gt;various gigs and masses and trying to clean my house and keep up&lt;br /&gt;with all my regular grocery shopping/cooking responsibilities, I*&lt;br /&gt;neglected to get a Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling pretty bad about this, but while getting ready for my&lt;br /&gt;3rd mass of the day (just before midnight), I had a creative&lt;br /&gt;epiphany, and devised a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would take the Christmas lights, create a tree-like shape with&lt;br /&gt;them by taping part of the strand to the ceiling and part to the&lt;br /&gt;floor, and we would have a tree of Christmas lights! I could&lt;br /&gt;visualize it in my mind, and it was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home from mass (at 2:00 a.m.), I went down to the&lt;br /&gt;basement and got the lights. I started building my beautiful Tree of&lt;br /&gt;Lights. I had to use duct tape, which interfered with my creative&lt;br /&gt;vision, and it kind of sagged inward more than I had anticipated,&lt;br /&gt;but it evoked the idea of a Christmas tree, and that's what I was&lt;br /&gt;hoping for. And there it was, more or less the tree I envisioned!&lt;br /&gt;And it was only 3:00 a.m., it was still possible to get 5 hours of&lt;br /&gt;sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plugged the Tree of Lights in, so I could get the full visual&lt;br /&gt;effect. The lights came on and they were good. And then, there was a&lt;br /&gt;smoky *pop*, and every single light went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing to do but to just go to sleep. And as Loki said&lt;br /&gt;the next morning, we spend 80% of our Christmas at other people's&lt;br /&gt;houses anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-95073403726410381?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/95073403726410381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=95073403726410381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/95073403726410381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/95073403726410381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-which-i-fail-at-christmas.html' title='In Which I Fail At Christmas'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-7870344626585038792</id><published>2008-12-21T12:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T12:49:54.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow and cold</title><content type='html'>But I'm inside and totally digging Raising Sand, the Robert Plant/Allison Kraus collaboration. It gets my recommendation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-7870344626585038792?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/7870344626585038792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=7870344626585038792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7870344626585038792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7870344626585038792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-and-cold.html' title='Snow and cold'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-6796295643793959817</id><published>2008-12-18T17:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:26:48.686-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeopardy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Congratulations, Minstrel Boy!</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to &lt;a href="http://mistrelboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stevie Benson, aka The Minstrel Boy&lt;/a&gt;, on becoming the new Jeopardy champion last night. We were cheering for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter wanted you to know that she guessed leopard seal about 5 seconds before you did. Also, she would like to order some truffles. How do we do that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-6796295643793959817?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/6796295643793959817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=6796295643793959817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/6796295643793959817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/6796295643793959817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/12/congratulations-minstrel-boy.html' title='Congratulations, Minstrel Boy!'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-8387150336802860166</id><published>2008-12-15T09:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:04:16.162-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><title type='text'>Favo(u)rite Actresses</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by Hazel at &lt;a href="http://www.moley75.co.uk/"&gt;Let's Fold Scarves&lt;/a&gt;. The meme is Twenty Favorite Actresses, and the rules are stated by Hazel as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My first criterion is that the majority of the films made by the actresses are in English since I am not likely to have seen more than two or three of their films if they mainly star(red) in foreign language films. My second criterion follows from this and is that I must have seen more than four or more films with the actress in question. My third criterion is that I have to have watched any old nonsense in order to follow these actresses (examples of these in brackets)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amending rule three slightly by listing either any old nonsense or something I would not have watched if the actress in question was not in the cast. For example, I know The Mummy was a blockbuster movie. I didn't watch it until I had seen Rachel Weisz in The Constant Gardener, and then wanted to see more of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel is organized and orderly and put hers in alphabetical order; I'm not, so they are just in the order I think of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meryl Streep (Death Becomes Her)&lt;br /&gt;Kathy Bates (Rat Race)&lt;br /&gt;Rachel MacAdams (Wedding Crashers)&lt;br /&gt;Bette Davis (Burnt Offerings)&lt;br /&gt;Jane Fonda (Barbarella)&lt;br /&gt;Betty Garrett (Words and Music)&lt;br /&gt;Rosalind Russell (My Sister Eileen)&lt;br /&gt;Kate Winslet (The Holiday)&lt;br /&gt;Judy Garland (Andy Hardy Meets Debutante)&lt;br /&gt;Emma Thompson (Impromptu)&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Weisz (The Mummy)&lt;br /&gt;Madeleine Kahn (City Heat)&lt;br /&gt;Julie Walters (Personal Services)&lt;br /&gt;Sissy Spacek ('night, Mother)&lt;br /&gt;Eve Arden (Hit Parade of 1943)&lt;br /&gt;Frances MacDormand (Somthing's Gotta Give)&lt;br /&gt;Holly Hunter (Copycat)&lt;br /&gt;Sigourney Weaver (Heartbreakers)&lt;br /&gt;Shirley MacLaine (The Evening Star)&lt;br /&gt;Juliette Binoche (Chocolate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this, consider yourself tagged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-8387150336802860166?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/8387150336802860166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=8387150336802860166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8387150336802860166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8387150336802860166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/12/favourite-actresses.html' title='Favo(u)rite Actresses'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-7942914514120330413</id><published>2008-11-24T12:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:12:55.062-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albums'/><title type='text'>7 Best Albums meme</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged &lt;a href="http://konagod.blogspot.com/2008/11/alan-parsons-project-booger-blogger.html"&gt;by konagod&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RULES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Post your list of the seven best albums, the seven  bloggers you will tag, a copy of these rules, and a link back to this page.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each person tagged will put a URL to their Blogger Album Project post along with a list of the seven best albums in the comment section HERE at Hill's Country. Rules, rules, fucking rules!! Enough already!&lt;br /&gt;3. Feel free to post the “I Contributed to the Blogger Album Project” Award Graphic on your sidebar (even though I couldn't find it), along with a link back to this page.&lt;br /&gt;4. Post a link back to the blogger who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with all musical questions, this list is just the first best 7 I can think of today. On another day, it might be an entirely different list. Also, I use the word album very comfortably because I'm old, and that's what I always call CDs unless I think about it. And now, in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aretha Franklin - &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Never-Loved-Love-Including-Respect/dp/B0000033IS/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music&amp;qid=1227549082&amp;sr=1-5"&gt;I Ain't Never Loved A Man The Way I Love You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I heard this album, and that was probably when I was 7 or 8 years old, I decided that I wanted to be a black woman; at the very least, I wanted to sing like a black woman. My favorite cuts are &lt;strong&gt;Dr. Feelgood &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Drown In My Own Tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Bowie - &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hunky-Dory-David-Bowie/dp/B00001OH7O/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music&amp;qid=1227549244&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Hunky Dory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would ordinarily give this slot to Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars, but I've been in the mood for Hunky Dory for a month or so now. I think it was some sort of subliminal suggestion from Obama. Favorite cuts: &lt;strong&gt;Changes&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Life On Mars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nellie McKay - &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Get-Away-Me-Nellie-McKay/dp/B0001AP07M/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music&amp;qid=1227549327&amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Get Away From Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks like a 40's movie star, she sounds like the sweetest ingenue, but as my older sister said when she recommended this album to me, Nellie McKay is a head case. I love her sense of humor. Favorite cuts: &lt;strong&gt;Manhattan Avenue, Sari, Won't U Please B Nice, Suitcase Song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Clash - &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/London-Calling-Clash/dp/B0006Q0XDW/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music&amp;qid=1227549521&amp;sr=1-4"&gt;London Calling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a perfect album from the first bar. Favorite cuts: the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lou Reed - &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Transformer-Lou-Reed/dp/B00006LLOG/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music&amp;qid=1227549651&amp;sr=1-3"&gt;Transformer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another perfect one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Duhks - &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Migrations-Duhks/dp/B000GY73IM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music&amp;qid=1227549788&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Migrations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great folk/roots/Celtic/Zydeco/Cajun fusion, with outstanding vocals by Jessee Harvey. Favorite cuts: &lt;strong&gt;Down To The River, Who Will Take My Place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rufus Wainwright - &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Want-One-Rufus-Wainwright/dp/B0000C7PSW/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music&amp;qid=1227548995&amp;sr=1-3"&gt;Want One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first Rufus Wainwright album I bought, after seeing him live with Ben Folds and Guster. I was so charmed by his personality, and wanted to get to know him better. He had me at the first cut, when a simple lyric and simple melody expanded into a full orchestra playing Bolero. Favorite cuts: &lt;strong&gt;O What A World, I Don't Know What It Is, Beautiful Child, 11:11.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I know 7 people to tag, but here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://leslielifes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leslie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.burbrocking.blogspot.com/"&gt;Loki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.burbrocking.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moley75.co.uk/"&gt;Hazel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moley75.co.uk/"&gt;Andy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/fylcon"&gt;Liana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycrazylife.vox.com/"&gt;Terra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-7942914514120330413?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/7942914514120330413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=7942914514120330413&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7942914514120330413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7942914514120330413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/11/7-best-albums-meme.html' title='7 Best Albums meme'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-8177005007763048140</id><published>2008-11-18T09:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:00:43.098-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Vegetarian meals</title><content type='html'>Last night, while I was taking apart a cooked chicken, Loki, Monkey and I had a discussion about vegetarianism. Loki is very keen to move towards vegetarianism, mostly for health reasons, but also because the production of meat is so cruel to animals, and unhealthy for the planet as a whole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am looking for your favorite vegetarian recipes. Please share in the comments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-8177005007763048140?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/8177005007763048140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=8177005007763048140&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8177005007763048140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8177005007763048140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/11/vegetarian-meals.html' title='Vegetarian meals'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-4559076603207554864</id><published>2008-11-15T17:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:32:13.910-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heat at last'/><title type='text'>I can control the temperature</title><content type='html'>It's weird how shortly after I put up my last post, it started to get unseasonably warm here in CT. It was in the 60's today. One time, Loki and I were going to Cape Cod, and it was supposed to rain all weekend, so the whole way there, we sang songs about sunshine, and we had a beautiful sunny weekend, so based on these two instances, I feel quite confident in saying that I have some sort of pull over the weather. Sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate: my brother-in-law is here right now, fixing our problem. In exchange, I'm making him a nice dinner and we bought him a couple of fine cigars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-4559076603207554864?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/4559076603207554864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=4559076603207554864&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/4559076603207554864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/4559076603207554864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-can-control-temperature.html' title='I can control the temperature'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-4606365934420776687</id><published>2008-11-13T13:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:38:52.404-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buffy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>We still have no heat at my house. Maeve and I spent the evening huddled under blankets, watching Season 2 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer on DVD (episodes: What's My Line part 1, What's My Line part 2, Ted and Bad Eggs). We are no longer keeping the heat off just to keep our bill down, we are now waiting for my BIL to come over and fix our boiler/heater/whatevertheF that piece of equipment is called. We are not waiting patiently so much as we are too frozen to get out from under the blankets to call and complain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I made beef stew in the crockpot, and I put my hands on the pot and laid my face down on the lid, so the feeling in my nose could be restored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of re-reading books like &lt;strong&gt;Little House On The Prairie&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Little Women&lt;/strong&gt;, to get tips on how to survive the cold when you don't have central heat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not even really that cold - we haven't gotten near freezing yet, but 45 degrees inside the house feels much, much colder. I would shell out money for someone to come fix it if I had the money; I can pay my brother-in-law in cigars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-4606365934420776687?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/4606365934420776687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=4606365934420776687&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/4606365934420776687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/4606365934420776687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/11/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-7975741428735622455</id><published>2008-11-08T20:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:06:30.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8:00 p.m.</title><content type='html'>I wish I had something fun to do tonight, but here I am, reading blogs. Soon, I'm going to get even more boring and go to bed. I'm slightly tempted to run out and get some alcohol, maybe some champagne to celebrate the momentous events of this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the first thing I did when I got on the internet tonight was send a letter to Christopher Dodd, reminding him that the same Connecticut Democrats who put him in office DID NOT vote for Joe Lieberman, and we do not want Joe Lieberman to have a chair in the new senate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bipartisanship is all well and good, but both parties have to be working in good faith, and Joe Lieberman is only interested in working for Joe Lieberman. Let's give the chair to someone who will use the power appropriately, and let Joe figure out where he wants to spend the next 4 years, until Connecticut Democrats will finally be rid of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-7975741428735622455?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/7975741428735622455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=7975741428735622455&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7975741428735622455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7975741428735622455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/11/800-pm.html' title='8:00 p.m.'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-2073825232105518009</id><published>2008-11-04T23:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:10:17.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST.BIRTHDAY.EVER!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to President-Elect Barack Obama! I am laughing and crying at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-2073825232105518009?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/2073825232105518009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=2073825232105518009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2073825232105518009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2073825232105518009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/11/bestbirthdayever.html' title='BEST.BIRTHDAY.EVER!!!!!'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-7855848228891878347</id><published>2008-11-04T12:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:04:49.523-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><title type='text'>Voting</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning, and it was a rare November morning - warm and sunny. I made some breakfast and coffee, showered, dressed, and headed out to vote. I didn't have to wait very long, and I cast my vote after about 6 minutes. I felt immediately elated, and then, as I got to my car and realized that later today, we could very well have our first African-American president, I got a little choked up. And I've been alternating between giddiness and weepiness all day. (Weepiness, in part, because I have the mother of all sinus headaches.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is not just election day, it is also my 39th birthday, and I'm hoping it will be the best birthday ever, representing the beginning of a better America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-7855848228891878347?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/7855848228891878347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=7855848228891878347&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7855848228891878347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7855848228891878347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/11/voting.html' title='Voting'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-4880469501077715589</id><published>2008-10-21T16:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:06:54.467-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harmonious Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cappella'/><title type='text'>Concert Update</title><content type='html'>We had a few November dates available to us, but we've decided to postpone the Harmonious Soul concert until spring, so we can put together a great evening of entertainment. I'll keep you posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-4880469501077715589?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/4880469501077715589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=4880469501077715589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/4880469501077715589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/4880469501077715589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/10/concert-update.html' title='Concert Update'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-2133550233417860080</id><published>2008-10-20T11:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:11:34.162-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting better'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Beautiful Laundrette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Day-Lewis is was and shall always be hot'/><title type='text'>Feeling slightly better</title><content type='html'>Spent the majority of Saturday curled up under blankets watching massive quantities of boob tube - I rewatched My Beautiful Laundrette and it was even better than I remembered, something that doesn't always happen when I rewatch movies I loved in the 80s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I hauled my carcass out of bed and went to my church gig. Still have a stuffy, runny nose and a cough, but I could still sing, so I went. Then I went to my friend's Sukkot party, because we haven't turned our heat on yet so I wanted to go someplace warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I still wasn't feeling great, I made dinner last night because turning the oven on warmed up the house. And I came to work today because work is warm and home is cold. I'm really not looking forward to this winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-2133550233417860080?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/2133550233417860080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=2133550233417860080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2133550233417860080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2133550233417860080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/10/feeling-slightly-better.html' title='Feeling slightly better'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-1342993336958542920</id><published>2008-10-18T02:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T02:54:38.255-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SICK'/><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>I'm sick. Runny nose, watery eyes, sore throat, coughing, sniffling, sneezing, stuffy head, all-over achiness, fever, and even the dreaded vomiting. I keep going to bed hoping that the next time I wake up, I'll feel better, but so far, no go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-1342993336958542920?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/1342993336958542920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=1342993336958542920&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/1342993336958542920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/1342993336958542920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/10/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-79715584247227202</id><published>2008-10-14T21:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:13:09.281-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wish I could run'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being crippled sucks'/><title type='text'>In my dreams, I run</title><content type='html'>I took a week off from the gym last week because I was sick, and I went back tonight. I'm already sore. Ever since I started working out, I dream about doing physical things I can't do when I'm awake - nothing as awesome as flying dreams, which many people have, but now I have running dreams. This past week, I had such a vivid dream about running that I started crying when I woke up and realized that I can't run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-79715584247227202?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/79715584247227202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=79715584247227202&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/79715584247227202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/79715584247227202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-my-dreams-i-run.html' title='In my dreams, I run'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-4649283080634904416</id><published>2008-10-10T12:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:43:36.460-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CT is all right with me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay marriage'/><title type='text'>Gay Marriage now legal in Connecticut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.courant.com/news/politics/hcu-gaymarriage-1010,0,7812756.story"&gt;Excellent news!&lt;/a&gt; Connecticut got a little better today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-4649283080634904416?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/4649283080634904416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=4649283080634904416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/4649283080634904416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/4649283080634904416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/10/gay-marriage-now-legal-in-connecticut.html' title='Gay Marriage now legal in Connecticut'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-1950469271163719029</id><published>2008-10-02T20:53:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:08:49.006-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Or is asshole too kind of a word?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Are all Republicans assholes'/><title type='text'>William F. Buckley: If there is a God, it's hot where you are,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.courant.com/news/local/hc-buckley1001.artoct01,0,1518932.story"&gt;and your son Christopher will be joining you when he kicks off.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As William F. Buckley Jr.'s only child, satirist and former White House aide Christopher Buckley is poised to inherit a fortune worth tens of millions of dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as Buckley waits for the estate of his late father to go through probate court in Stamford, a former Random House publicist is fighting in a Miami courtroom to increase the $3,000 a month in child support he pays for the special-needs son he fathered with her.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$3000 is pretty generous for child support for an upper middle class family (or so I understand), but Buckley has been resisting an increase, despite the fact that his child has special needs, which can seriously ratchet up the costs of raising a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Christopher comes by his assholery honestly, I gues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It is becoming increasingly clear, however, that the Buckley family's efforts to keep Jonathan at arm's length don't end with Christopher Buckley. In his will, William F. Buckley Jr. leaves the contents of his estate to Christopher and the two children he fathered with his wife — and leaves no doubt that Jonathan will get none of the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I intentionally make no provision herein for said Jonathan, who for all purposes ... shall be deemed to have predeceased me," wrote William Buckley, who died in February.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't think anyone with money is obligated to leave it to their children and grandchildren, but to deem the child as dead? Because he wasn't born in wedlock? Disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a copy of &lt;strong&gt;Thank You For Smoking &lt;/strong&gt;somewhere in this house, purchased before I knew who Christopher Buckley was. I'm going to send it to his lawyer, with a polite note explaining that I am shamed for having ever contributed a penny to such a loathsome douchebag. And then I'll send the cost of the book to Irina Woelfle's lawyer to pass on to little Jonathan. It's not his fault his dad and grandfather are wretched, scumsucking, repulsive excuses for human beings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-1950469271163719029?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/1950469271163719029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=1950469271163719029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/1950469271163719029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/1950469271163719029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/10/william-f-buckley-if-there-is-god-its.html' title='William F. Buckley: If there is a God, it&apos;s hot where you are,'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-1563651606810978959</id><published>2008-09-24T20:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:19:54.330-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lieberman Schmieberman'/><title type='text'>Connecticut Democrats debate whether to censure Lieberman</title><content type='html'>What's to debate? He's not a Democrat anymore, he hasn't been since at least 2004.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-1563651606810978959?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/1563651606810978959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=1563651606810978959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/1563651606810978959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/1563651606810978959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/09/connecticut-democrats-debate-whether-to.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080924/ap_on_re_us/lieberman_democrats&quot;&gt;Connecticut Democrats debate whether to censure Lieberman&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-8948720397420137745</id><published>2008-09-24T12:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:34:15.161-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not looking forward to winter'/><title type='text'>WTF is up with the squirrels?</title><content type='html'>I am starting to get very concerned about this winter, and this concern is largely driven by my observation of unusual squirrel behavior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Squirrels are digging holes all over my backyard and burying nuts and seeds. &lt;br /&gt;2. Squirrels are now looking for food on the sides and medians of the highway - I've never seen a squirrel on the highway before, but now I'm seeing squirrels scampering along the sides of I-84, I-91 and I-691 - and of course, a lot more dead squirrels on the highway itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't afford new windows, so I'm setting aside a weekend in October to caulk shut some of the windows and cover them all with plastic. Our house was built in 1925 and all the windows are original, so they are not good at keeping the cold out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also getting new storm doors, since we also have the original wood screen doors that came with the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-8948720397420137745?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/8948720397420137745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=8948720397420137745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8948720397420137745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8948720397420137745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/09/wtf-is-up-with-squirrels.html' title='WTF is up with the squirrels?'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-2672090543774705244</id><published>2008-09-18T14:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:37:46.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, Photoshop and all that, but...</title><content type='html'>My state has electronic scan machines for voting. Since we don't get a receipt, I've decided to bring my camera with me and take a picture of my ballot. I just feel better having a record of my vote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-2672090543774705244?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/2672090543774705244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=2672090543774705244&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2672090543774705244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2672090543774705244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-know-photoshop-and-all-that-but.html' title='I know, Photoshop and all that, but...'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-8677881328459280638</id><published>2008-09-18T14:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:36:26.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where am I?</title><content type='html'>Maybe you've asked yourself that question. Mostly, I'm working: I got a promotion at work, and now I'm super busy there all the time, and my church gig has started up again. I also have my weekly a capplla group rehearsal*, Monkey is taking dance class, and I joined the gym.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Our concert is going to be relocated and rescheduled. I will have more details, but hopefully, we will be celebrating Obama's win with a concert on 11/7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Yes, the gym. I really, really have to get serious about both losing weight and improving my muscle tone and flexibility before I get my hip replaced. I have to lose 60 pounds. So far, I've only been able to squeeze in 2 workouts a week, I'm hoping that when our schedules settle down a little I can get there a third time. Yesterday, I took an Aqua Fit class, and I'm feeling it today. My usual workout is 10 minutes on a bike, then some crunches, using weight machines for either my upper body or my lower body depending on which one I did last, and then a long walk on the treadmill. I am also making a concerted effort to eat all my fruits and vegetables every day, and this is definitely helping me to eat less, overall. Please feel free to send me words of encouragement on this, because I need to stay motivated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-8677881328459280638?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/8677881328459280638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=8677881328459280638&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8677881328459280638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8677881328459280638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-am-i.html' title='Where am I?'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-6405525662243707248</id><published>2008-09-10T20:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:16:31.905-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we&apos;re all doomed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Republicans hate everything that is good in this world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doomed'/><title type='text'>Srsly: Kudos, media</title><content type='html'>Somehow, the McCain campaign has gotten the major cable channel to spend hours discussing what was meant by a common aphorism (there are thousands of occurances of this phrase on Google, dating back years). It's like we're watching Candid Camera, except we're the schmucks that everyone will be laughing at when the Dumbest Campaign Ever ends up winning because people think it's some kind of reality show and they want to vote the smart guy off the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this kind of bizarro shit has been going on for some time, but I feel we've reached new levels of empty, shallow idiocy. I was listening to NPR today, and they had a story about what happens when you literally put lipstick on a pig. (Suprise, surprise: the pig eats the lipstick). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus H. Keerist. Apparently, Steve Schmidt watched the movie Idiocracy and has adopted it as a vision of the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-6405525662243707248?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/6405525662243707248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=6405525662243707248&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/6405525662243707248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/6405525662243707248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/09/srsly-kudos-media.html' title='Srsly: Kudos, media'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-7903321349336507612</id><published>2008-09-09T09:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:55:32.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert Update</title><content type='html'>Bad news on my concert: we've lost our venue. We are currently looking for a venue to take us on short notice, but if we don't have something locked in by Friday, we're going to cancel the concert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-7903321349336507612?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/7903321349336507612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=7903321349336507612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7903321349336507612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7903321349336507612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/09/concert-update.html' title='Concert Update'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-3332427837954782210</id><published>2008-09-05T23:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:41:03.613-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food is good'/><title type='text'>Omnivore Meme</title><content type='html'>I first saw this at Angelos' blog, and then I just saw it at Toast's blog, so I'm doing this with Tracy &amp; Toast's revisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Copy the list and post in your blog&lt;br /&gt;2. bold the items you've tried&lt;br /&gt;3. cross out the items you would never ever try&lt;br /&gt;4. put asterisks next to the items you must try before you die&lt;br /&gt;5. put question marks next to items you had to look up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Venison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nettle tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Huevos rancheros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Steak tartare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Crocodile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Black pudding&lt;/strong&gt; (every Sunday at breakfast - I loved it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Cheese fondue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Carp&lt;br /&gt;9. Borscht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Baba ghanoush&lt;br /&gt;11. Calamari&lt;br /&gt;12. Pho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. PB&amp;J sandwich&lt;br /&gt;14. Aloo gobi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Hot dog from a street cart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Epoisses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Black truffle&lt;/strong&gt; (in a very fancy mac &amp; cheese)&lt;br /&gt;18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Steamed pork buns&lt;br /&gt;20. Pistachio ice cream&lt;br /&gt;21. Heirloom tomatoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Fresh wild berries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Foie gras**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Rice and beans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Brawn, or head cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper&lt;/strong&gt; (that was a mistake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Dulce de leche&lt;br /&gt;28. Oysters&lt;br /&gt;29. Baklava&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Bagna cauda?&lt;br /&gt;31. Wasabi peas&lt;br /&gt;32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl&lt;br /&gt;33. Salted lassi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Sauerkraut&lt;br /&gt;35. Root beer float&lt;br /&gt;36. Cognac with a fat cigar&lt;/strong&gt; although I didn't have them at the same time&lt;br /&gt;37. Clotted cream tea&lt;br /&gt;38. Vodka jelly/Jell-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Gumbo&lt;br /&gt;40. Oxtail&lt;br /&gt;41. Curried goat - I have a lot of Jamaican friends&lt;br /&gt;42. Whole insects&lt;/strong&gt; does it count if it was unintentional?&lt;br /&gt;43. Phaal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. Goat’s milk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more*******&lt;br /&gt;46. Fugu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Chicken tikka masala&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Eel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Sea urchin&lt;br /&gt;51. Prickly pear&lt;br /&gt;52. Umeboshi&lt;br /&gt;53. Abalone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. Paneer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal&lt;/del&gt; I've lived 38 years without ever having a Big Mac. I'm certain I can survive the rest of my life without one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. Spaetzle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Dirty gin martini&lt;br /&gt;58. Beer above 8% ABV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59. Poutine&lt;br /&gt;60. Carob chips&lt;br /&gt;61. S’mores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Sweetbreads - I don't want to say never, but it would be highly unlikely&lt;br /&gt;63. Kaolin?&lt;br /&gt;64. Currywurst?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;65. Durian&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66. Frogs’ legs&lt;br /&gt;67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Haggis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Fried plantain&lt;br /&gt;70. Chitterlings, or andouillette&lt;br /&gt;71. Gazpacho&lt;br /&gt;72. Caviar and blini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Louche absinthe&lt;br /&gt;74. Gjetost, or brunost?&lt;br /&gt;75. Roadkill - no, only yardkill: my bil gave me squirrel stew once&lt;br /&gt;76. Baijiu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Hostess Fruit Pie&lt;br /&gt;78. Snail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Lapsang souchong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80. Bellini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Tom yum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. Eggs Benedict&lt;br /&gt;83. Pocky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85. Kobe beef&lt;/strong&gt; - it's good to have a chef in the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. Hare&lt;br /&gt;87. Goulash&lt;br /&gt;88. Flowers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Horse&lt;br /&gt;90. Criollo chocolate&lt;br /&gt;91. Spam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92. Soft shell crab&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Rose harissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94. Catfish&lt;/strong&gt; - the first one, it was a fish I caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;95. Mole poblano&lt;br /&gt;96. Bagel and lox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Lobster Thermidor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. Polenta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee&lt;br /&gt;100. Snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to re-assess some of the ones I've never heard of. I may have eaten some of them, or maybe I MUST eat some of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-3332427837954782210?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/3332427837954782210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=3332427837954782210&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/3332427837954782210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/3332427837954782210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/09/omnivore-meme.html' title='Omnivore Meme'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-7764436729379314997</id><published>2008-08-29T16:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:50:10.565-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IOKIYAR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McCain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palin'/><title type='text'>Now that McCain has chosen Sarah Palin as his VP...</title><content type='html'>My bold prediction is that suddenly, Republicans will notice and denounce sexism. Against Sarah Palin, anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-7764436729379314997?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/7764436729379314997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=7764436729379314997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7764436729379314997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/7764436729379314997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/08/now-that-mccain-has-chosen-sarah-palin.html' title='Now that McCain has chosen Sarah Palin as his VP...'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-8856374035128966980</id><published>2008-08-27T19:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:31:52.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you probably already knew but bear repeating:</title><content type='html'>Enchiladas verdes: YUM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-8856374035128966980?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/8856374035128966980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=8856374035128966980&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8856374035128966980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/8856374035128966980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-you-probably-already-knew-but.html' title='Things you probably already knew but bear repeating:'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-2553005465115105494</id><published>2008-08-12T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:12:12.368-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meet me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cappella'/><title type='text'>You're invited</title><content type='html'>Harmonious Soul, my a cappella* group, is having a concert and you're invited! &lt;br /&gt;The program will feature a cappella arrangements of music by artists from across the popular music spectrum, from James Taylor to Guns 'N Roses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details: &lt;br /&gt;What: Harmonious Soul in Concert &lt;br /&gt;When: , Friday, September 19, 2008 &lt;br /&gt;Time: 7:00 p.m. &lt;br /&gt;Location: The Church of the Living God, 199 Deming Street, Manchester, CT &lt;br /&gt;(I-84 E to exit 63, merge right off of exit onto Rt. 30, the church is located 1/2 mile on the right) &lt;br /&gt;Cost: $5.00 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A Cappella is a style of music that spotlights the human voice, with no instrumental accompaniment. That doesn't mean it's just chanting - several songs feature vocal percussion. Harmonious Soul is a women's a cappella group, formed in 2000, and I've been singing with them since December 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-2553005465115105494?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/2553005465115105494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=2553005465115105494&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2553005465115105494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2553005465115105494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/08/youre-invited.html' title='You&apos;re invited'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-2942718303627114348</id><published>2008-07-26T01:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T03:51:50.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I can't sleep</title><content type='html'>Another meme via Toast: pick your favorite album released every year you've been alive. Go to Wikipedia, seek the year you were born, look up album releases, and go on from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to get very difficult at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1969 - Five Leaves Left, Nick Drake&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know: Abby Road, Tommy, Man of Song/Man of Music, The Velvet Underground, The Stooges. I'm just feeling Nick Drake tonight, so he's my choice.&lt;br /&gt;1970 - Moondance, Van Morrison&lt;br /&gt;1971 - oooh, tough choice. I'm going to have to go with Who's Next by The Who, closely followed by Hunky Dory (David Bowie) and Young, Black and Gifted (Aretha Franklin)&lt;br /&gt;1972 - The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, David Bowie, closely followed by Transformer by Lou Reed.&lt;br /&gt;1973 - Raw Power, The Stooges&lt;br /&gt;1974 - Rock &amp; Roll Animal, Lou Reed...although I would like to pick Meet The Residents, it's really something that amuses me, not my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;1975 - A Night at the Opera, Queen&lt;br /&gt;1976 - A Day at the Races, Queen &lt;br /&gt;1977 - tough, tough year. I will go with Aja by Steely Dan. It's the only album of theirs I have, and I love it, and I don't care how dorky that is. But closely followed by Never Mind The Bullocks, Here's the Sex Pistols. &lt;br /&gt;1978 - More Songs About Buildings and Food, Talking Heads (closely followed by Feeding of the 5000 by Crass)&lt;br /&gt;1979 - London Calling, The Clash (closely followed by The B-52s)&lt;br /&gt;1980 - Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables, Dead Kennedys (runner-up: Boys Don't Cry, The Cure)&lt;br /&gt;1981 - Kiss Me Deadly, Generation X, although it occurs to me that some of these albums were not my favorites in the year they came out. In the early 80's, I was listening to teeny-bopper stuff. At the time, my favorite was probably Duran Duran. I came to the punk stuff later in the 80s.&lt;br /&gt;1982 - Bad Brains by Bad Brains, Combat Rock by The Clash, and 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 by Midnight Oil...although at the time, it was probably Rio by Duran Duran&lt;br /&gt;1983 -  Violent Femmes&lt;br /&gt;1984 - Let It Be, The Replacements&lt;br /&gt;1985 - Meat Is Murder, The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;1986 - So, Peter Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;1987 - Introduce Yourself, Faith No More&lt;br /&gt;1988 - Shadowland, k.d.lang&lt;br /&gt;1989 - Paul's Boutique, Beastie Boys&lt;br /&gt;1990 - I Do Not Want What I Haven't Got - Sinead O'Connor&lt;br /&gt;1991 - Nevermind, Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;1992 - Little Earthquakes, Tori Amos (followed by Ingenue by k.d.lang&lt;br /&gt;1993 - I have no favorite for this year.&lt;br /&gt;1994 - ditto&lt;br /&gt;1995 - Ben Folds Five&lt;br /&gt;1996 - Tidal, Fiona Apple&lt;br /&gt;1997 - Whatever and Ever, Amen, Ben Folds Five&lt;br /&gt;1998 - Hello Nasty, Beastie Boys&lt;br /&gt;1999 - The Unauthorized Biography of Reinhold Meissner, Ben Folds Five&lt;br /&gt;2000 - nothing&lt;br /&gt;2001 - Poses, Rufus Wainwright&lt;br /&gt;2002 - nothing&lt;br /&gt;2003 - Want One, Rufus Wainwright; The Love Below, Outkast&lt;br /&gt;2004 - American Idiot, Green Day&lt;br /&gt;2005 - nothing&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Back in Black, Amy Winehouse&lt;br /&gt;2007 - nothing&lt;br /&gt;2008 - yet to be released&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-2942718303627114348?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/2942718303627114348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=2942718303627114348&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2942718303627114348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2942718303627114348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/07/since-i-cant-sleep.html' title='Since I can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-1045496434711534855</id><published>2008-07-26T01:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T01:19:24.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Posting</title><content type='html'>Yes, even lighter than it's already been. I will be out of town for a few days, and I'm not thrilled about it (it's work related, and I'm going someplace hotter than it is here, which is not something I'm keen to do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get up in about 4.5 hours, and I can't sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-1045496434711534855?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/1045496434711534855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=1045496434711534855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/1045496434711534855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/1045496434711534855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/07/light-posting.html' title='Light Posting'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-6627333584188682449</id><published>2008-07-23T20:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:27:36.115-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jon Hamm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam Neeson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel Weisz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Day-Lewis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate Winslet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nathan Fillion'/><title type='text'>My List</title><content type='html'>Tracy at Bowl of Life tagged me with this kind of fun meme: &lt;a href="http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/07/stc.html"&gt;who are the 5 celebrities you would want your spouse/partner to grant you a Get Out Of Jail Free card for?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jon Hamm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aolcdn.com/ch_celebrity/jon-hamm-301544"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.aolcdn.com/ch_celebrity/jon-hamm-301544" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a new addition to my list, I've been mesmerized by his subtle performance as Don Draper on Mad Men since last summer. He is charming and funny in interviews, and he looks like he's a really good kisser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nathan Fillion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://canadianbrowncoats.com/myPictures/Nathan14500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://canadianbrowncoats.com/myPictures/Nathan14500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already loved him from Firefly and Serenity. But did you see Dr. Horrible? He SINGS, too! I admit, I would like to spend some time with the Captain and his Hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Daniel Day-Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://artsblog.freedomblogging.com/files/2008/05/daylewis1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://artsblog.freedomblogging.com/files/2008/05/daylewis1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in love with Daniel Day-Lewis since the 80's, when I saw him in My Beautiful Laundrette. He's tall and thin, with dark hair and light colored eyes, which is a look that hits me right in my sweet spot. And his intelligence and compassion shows in his acting. Love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Liam Neeson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.geocities.com/sangarci_2003/LiamNeeson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://es.geocities.com/sangarci_2003/LiamNeeson.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love his accent, fantastic speaking voice, dreamy eyes, I even like his nose, which is proportionally large compared to his face. He has such kindness in his expression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tie between Kate Winslet and Rachel Weisz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aethlos.com/charlieroseblog/uploaded_images/kate-winslet02-716730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://aethlos.com/charlieroseblog/uploaded_images/kate-winslet02-716730.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.withfriendship.com/user/images/376/rachel-weisz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.withfriendship.com/user/images/376/rachel-weisz.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they are both so beautiful, and so intelligent and interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my list, fow now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-6627333584188682449?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/6627333584188682449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=6627333584188682449&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/6627333584188682449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/6627333584188682449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-list.html' title='My List'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-2482857758109318380</id><published>2008-07-19T09:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:19:52.629-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Horrible Part III review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joss is Boss'/><title type='text'>Oh my God. They killed Penny! You Bastards!</title><content type='html'>Joss, clearly, you've been away too long. I had forgotten that in your 'verses, actions have consequences. I was thinking I was &lt;a href="http://www.drhorrible.com"&gt;watching a love story, about a sorta sweet villain and the do-gooding girl he loves.&lt;/a&gt; I thought her purity of heart would turn him around, make him into a hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I was watching supervillain origin story. You zagged when I expected you to zig. I kind of hate you right now, but even more than that, I love you. You rotten bastard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-2482857758109318380?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/2482857758109318380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=2482857758109318380&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2482857758109318380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/2482857758109318380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-my-god-they-killed-penny-you.html' title='Oh my God. They killed Penny! You Bastards!'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-1683223624639146590</id><published>2008-07-15T00:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:22:41.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nathan Fillion can do anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.drhorrible.com"&gt;Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-long Blog, Part I&lt;/a&gt; is now available. Please, do yourself a favor and check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not joking around, people. Get your lazy asses out of bed and hit the site!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-1683223624639146590?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/1683223624639146590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=1683223624639146590&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/1683223624639146590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/1683223624639146590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/07/nathan-fillion-can-do-anything.html' title='Nathan Fillion can do anything'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-3867706089416547615</id><published>2008-07-13T23:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:55:36.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where am I?</title><content type='html'>I am busy at work, my home computer is still dead, and I've been having lots of excitement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was on vacation! As I wrote below, I took 5 days off from work and basically just read a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My darling husband was in the hospital with a staph infection. You do not want to get a staph infection. He had a temperature of 103.5, and his poor, needlephobic self had to get 3 IVs (pulled the first one out while he was sleeping, the second one didn't work, and so he had to get a 3rd one for his intravenous meds. He is feeling entirely better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. On the plus side, his doctor wouldn't let him go back to work until today, so we've been spending lots of time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He got 2 pairs of Converse All Star sneakers, and I have to say, seeing him wearing them makes me a little weak in the knees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm working on a writing project that I will tell you about later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I've been watching my Mad Men DVDs. Jon Hamm makes me almost as weak in the knees as my husband in his Converse All Stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Monkey is at camp, so it's just grownups in our house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. This is the week we will get our first look at &lt;a href="http://www.drhorrible.com"&gt;Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-long Blog&lt;/a&gt;. I am practically palpitating with excitement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-3867706089416547615?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/3867706089416547615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=3867706089416547615&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/3867706089416547615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/3867706089416547615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-am-i.html' title='Where am I?'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603462.post-6599633419329586869</id><published>2008-06-30T10:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T10:21:18.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To answer the question that no one is asking....</title><content type='html'>...I've been busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, my home computer has a virus, and I don't want to pay the Geek Squad's extortionary rate, so I'm looking for something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I took a wee vacation so I could spend some time with Monkey and go to the beach. We happened to pick the only cold day in the past week to go to the beach, but eventually it started raining, so we didn't stay at the beach for long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been reading. I read &lt;u&gt;The First Casualty&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Dead Famous&lt;/u&gt; by Ben Elton, &lt;u&gt;Twilight&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;New Moon&lt;/u&gt; by Stephenie Meyer; &lt;u&gt;The Color of Magic&lt;/u&gt; by Terry Pratchett; &lt;u&gt;A Long Way Down&lt;/u&gt; by Nick Hornsby; and I just started &lt;u&gt;The Historian&lt;/u&gt; by an author whose name I cannot currently remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I've been going to bed at a reasonable hour - before 11pm most nights. It helps that I put an air conditioner in my room and it's bloody humid right now. I want to sleep more so I can wake up in October, when it's cool again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603462-6599633419329586869?l=laughingwild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/feeds/6599633419329586869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603462&amp;postID=6599633419329586869&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/6599633419329586869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603462/posts/default/6599633419329586869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingwild.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-answer-question-that-no-one-is.html' title='To answer the question that no one is asking....'/><author><name>maurinsky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04398559432565869750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jy8WPHGmKsM/R-fkgrRp7GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HbXGUfbvkQE/S220/n569570551_3939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
