<?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-7338916871393315927</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:43:00.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Liners Kind Of</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a genius, guys. I invent things. I solve riddles.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-2187594467633921215</id><published>2011-02-06T11:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T11:07:26.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>movies watched yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU7xSLgBBWI/AAAAAAAAATw/ToV9quzbEHs/s1600/aliens_ver1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU7xSLgBBWI/AAAAAAAAATw/ToV9quzbEHs/s320/aliens_ver1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570655083730896226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliens (via THE BIG SCREEN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU7xRzxr0JI/AAAAAAAAATo/rNGG7AUXIRE/s1600/my_bloody_valentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU7xRzxr0JI/AAAAAAAAATo/rNGG7AUXIRE/s320/my_bloody_valentine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570655077362552978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bloody Valentine (via OnDemand)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-2187594467633921215?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/2187594467633921215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2011/02/movies-watched-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/2187594467633921215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/2187594467633921215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2011/02/movies-watched-yesterday.html' title='movies watched yesterday'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU7xSLgBBWI/AAAAAAAAATw/ToV9quzbEHs/s72-c/aliens_ver1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-1922734341350072484</id><published>2011-02-05T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T17:17:07.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>movies i've watched in the past month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU32WqNy4CI/AAAAAAAAATg/i7rqIbYeDkA/s1600/wild_at_heart_ver1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU32WqNy4CI/AAAAAAAAATg/i7rqIbYeDkA/s320/wild_at_heart_ver1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570379183276875810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild at Heart (via THE BIG SCREEN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU3sJTnkgII/AAAAAAAAASY/fHy0oW9lgPE/s1600/wicker_man_ver4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU3sJTnkgII/AAAAAAAAASY/fHy0oW9lgPE/s320/wicker_man_ver4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570367958756393090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wicker Man (via download)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU3sV6yUK5I/AAAAAAAAASg/vHK1T31NmsU/s1600/face_off_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU3sV6yUK5I/AAAAAAAAASg/vHK1T31NmsU/s320/face_off_ver2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570368175428873106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face/Off (via download)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU3snNABg5I/AAAAAAAAASo/RN1HZyhObrs/s1600/41K5BCHBE5L._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU3snNABg5I/AAAAAAAAASo/RN1HZyhObrs/s320/41K5BCHBE5L._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570368472375985042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madonna: The Immaculate Collection Music Videos (via VHS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU3sz057woI/AAAAAAAAASw/nB4R7yazER0/s1600/eraserhead_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU3sz057woI/AAAAAAAAASw/nB4R7yazER0/s320/eraserhead_ver2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570368689246290562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eraserhead (via OnDemand [lol I know right?])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU3tX2Pr5aI/AAAAAAAAAS4/QEAwcR-ddhc/s1600/muppet_treasure_island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU3tX2Pr5aI/AAAAAAAAAS4/QEAwcR-ddhc/s320/muppet_treasure_island.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570369308081251746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muppet Treasure Island (via VHS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU3wfrgIJjI/AAAAAAAAATA/mjb2MjA25Y8/s1600/jurassic_park_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU3wfrgIJjI/AAAAAAAAATA/mjb2MjA25Y8/s320/jurassic_park_ver2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570372741171258930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurassic Park (via THE BIG SCREEN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU3z0tvtN-I/AAAAAAAAATI/3OqcLe2PBn8/s1600/51RASMDC4JL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU3z0tvtN-I/AAAAAAAAATI/3OqcLe2PBn8/s320/51RASMDC4JL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570376401085609954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Withnail and I (via DVD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU30SQjMqHI/AAAAAAAAATQ/zyHkek8JWlo/s1600/rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU30SQjMqHI/AAAAAAAAATQ/zyHkek8JWlo/s320/rock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570376908644591730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rock (via 'premium cable')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU31EuNXNNI/AAAAAAAAATY/PnzdUPLJn3k/s1600/two_thousand_twelve_ver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU31EuNXNNI/AAAAAAAAATY/PnzdUPLJn3k/s320/two_thousand_twelve_ver3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570377775599531218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012 (via Netflix DVD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of nic cage this month&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-1922734341350072484?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/1922734341350072484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2011/02/movies-ive-watched-in-past-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/1922734341350072484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/1922734341350072484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2011/02/movies-ive-watched-in-past-week.html' title='movies i&apos;ve watched in the past month'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/TU32WqNy4CI/AAAAAAAAATg/i7rqIbYeDkA/s72-c/wild_at_heart_ver1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-2277379600186405456</id><published>2010-12-03T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T16:41:55.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicentennial Man</title><content type='html'>So OnDemand is awesome. I decided to watch Bicentennial Man. Here I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh rated PG... this is starting off well already. The credits consist of footage of a robot man being assembled. I kind of like the animation with the text...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so this was based on the novel called Positronic Man... I wonder why they changed it?&lt;br /&gt;The not too distant future... oh everything sounds spacey. Even this NorthAm Robotics van. Oh its all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HOLY SHIT THE GUY FROM JURASSIC PARK IS IN THIS&lt;br /&gt;Oh right I just remembered this movie a lil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So OH gross that annoying girl from those weird pepsi commercials is in thiiiiissssssss ick. God she's so annoying... She also has an older sister (in the movie)..&lt;br /&gt;The family has a family m eeting to meet the new family member. He's a robot. He's robin williams as a robot except monotone and stiff moving.&lt;br /&gt;How did mommy and daddy produce THAT! moneymoneymoney&lt;br /&gt;The older sister says they're all the same. other families have them... they're androids!&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi says whats an Andrew? That's now the robot's name.&lt;br /&gt;Oh what is going on in their living room...&lt;br /&gt;It's a weird slide show of what his duties are as a robot... paired with obnoxiously loud marching band music. WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So david just came down saw me watching this. He asked me oh is that robin williams? Is this flubber? I loled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really weird that they have to teach this robot social ettiquette and behavior and explain things to it... It's like it actually is a newborn or something.. Like, who wants to have to raise a robot with an infant's mind? besides being able to do math... oh wait that's not this kind of robot.... OH HOLY SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so robin williams is a MAID ROBOT! He is supposed to do chores and shit around the house... he finds a spider inside and brings it outside to a potted plant.. oh so he's 'feeeeeeeeling' something. Ok weird.&lt;br /&gt;Oh what the fuck is going on... So he brought a whole bunch of shit from the basement in...&lt;br /&gt;He opens a box he just brought out and its a record player. His scanners tell him it's an old victrola not functional needs repair. Ok so he is kinda smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes them dinner. Dad says it's excellent. Older daughter says "i think it sucks!" and he's all how can the chicken suck? it has no lips... Pepsi laughs. It's that sort of humor where he doesn't get slaaaang. So he takes everything so literal. And i guess it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older daughter calls robin up in a creepy way.... oh this is after he was just watching the parents play chess. and solved it in his head or something.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. she calls him up and is all "Andrew, would you open the window". She's reading something. So he does what he's told. He's going to tell him to jump out the window. She says 'jump'. Honey he needs more specifics than that... So she's all nnno out the window. And he does. falls on the lawn. I'm sorry, how was that girl not laughing hysterically at how easy that was? Dad's mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh family meeting in the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew's malfuncitoning. His 'eyebrow' is twitching.&lt;br /&gt;One is capable of self MEEEEENtinence sir, he stammers. He has a weird sound he makes while walking. Adding to the robotyness of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this family is rich. Like literally They have this beach. Oh wait maybe it's a public place. I don't know. They could afford one of thhose!&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi is playing make believe pretend with her clear toys. She shows robin her favorite. and is all want to hold it? and he's so stiff his robot fingers drop it. On a rock. And it SHATTERS. WHY is a little girl playing with a FUCKING GLASS TOY. I DON'T CAAAAREEEE if it's the 'future'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he feels bad. Pepsi hates him. He sees wood and decides to learn wood carving. He reads a book super fast and carves her a wooden one... She's all this is the best present ever!&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;like, seriously? that's the best present a 4 year old in the FUCKING FUTURE WITH ROBOTS AND SHIT has everrrrrrr received?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird. I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she thanks him and he goes to her room..... no they don't do that. she invites him to her room and he's all does it involve a window? Oh this Robot's got jokes! I'm guessing it's a tea party.&lt;br /&gt;so she gives him a stuffed animal named wolfy. She is gifting something to him. it's sweet. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Dad Grant is marveling at the wooden horse. How did you do this andrew? you can't lie. He made it tho. Mom's all (on yeah there's a mom in this. forgot to mention that. prob because she's so boring. but anyway she finds the robot creepy and such. He stares at her. It's weird.) so she's all you didn't just com up with this out of thin air! he studied the raw materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he fixes the record player and Dr. Dad Grant hears it and goes down. Of course its like so deeply moving opera music. And the robot is TOTALLY feeeeeeling it. Oh man. doesn't know DDG is there. He doesn't want to disturb so he heads back up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a little worried. So he takes him into the robot makers to have him checked out by the doctor. It's the guy who plays Milton in fucking Office Space. hahahah he's an asshole in this.&lt;br /&gt;DDG is all he's like, human and stuff. He doesn't want a replacement. He doesn't want  it fixed... OH but if word of this gets out! We'll have to recall our whole line! They're in people's homes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDG is all hey don't do so much housework. Imma teach you my line of work. We gonna do art shit. I'm gonna just teach you shit. Like people growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So him and Pepsi gather wood to carve and they go down to the basement oh his room and carve shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH my god. They didn't just do this... Cut to scene of robot sitting by fire with an astonished/shocked/processing glance. ".... and 9 months later, a baby is born. Those Andrew, are what you call the facts of life." Andrew says this: "..... and people actually do this?? married people..." oh right he told him that only 'married' people do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gag me. stupid humor. He just told him how straight people have sex and repopulate and shit. I'm over it. Next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this conversation is getting awkward. DDG is all yeah people do it a lot. as often as they can, really.. well... at first. OH so he's saying his marriage no longer includes sex. ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think he feels bad for the sperm that don't get to the age. they DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK next scene is dumb. DDG is trying to teach him jokes and it's impossible and frustrating because he's a FUCKING ROBOT!!!! ugh. I also totally called the usage of the "why did the chicken cross the road?" joke. ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so of course he goes over every possible reason why a chicken would cross a road. He doesn't get the punchline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunchtime is "robot's time to rattle off all the jokes he learned last night at a high speed. which is awkward because he doesn't get the subtlety of timing when you tell a joke... so they're all hahahahahaha he's a robot trying to tell jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi is playing piano. Like in the Pepsi commercial. Andrew's gonna learn how to play a duet. It only takes him one take to get the song she plays for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok So they do it together. wait there's another piano added onto this. OHHHH shit... TIME WARP&lt;br /&gt;flash forward to the future and it's the chick who plays ms. honey in matilda and that lame chick in that lame movie 13 ghosts. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh she kisses him on the cheek. Now he knows how to play parlor music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh weird. The older sister is nasty looking. Oh so that's you're interpretation of future clothes? WTF. Ugh Mom comes home in a fucking expensive car with a shopping bag. Older daughter is making out with her boyfriend on his weird bike. He's got weird forearm things.&lt;br /&gt;Mom's angry. She storms inside. Apparently the past years Andrew has been making clocks. So they have like, a hundred around the house and of course they all chime and go off. So mom's all UGH I'm so sick of these damn clocks! She does what every mother does after coming home from shopping. Pours a glass of wine. YEAHHHH she's an alcoholic! ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the robot wants to open an bank account. Cause they're thinking about selling those clocks he makes. So he can buy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Pepsi is in the shop with him, robot cuts off his finger in the band saw. So her boyfriend frank proposed to her. She is in love with the robot. I forgot. Oh right. No I didn't forget. I wanted to tho. So she's all I'm gonna accept the bf's proposal cause like, it wonb't work out with her imaginary friend who's actually the robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They go to the same robot dr to fix the finger. I guess this guy is still like, after this robot. So he's all if you attack robot's brain an alarm will go off and police will be called and I'LL SUE YOU"RE FUCKING ASS. This doctor really doesn't like the robot. Andrew I mean. Ugh I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Robot Business is on the decline... apparently people are concerned about robots replacing the human workforce.... WELL DUHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he's an usher at Big Pepsi's wedding. He gets to wear a tuxedo. Oh that guy is hot. WOOOOO!!!!! wait did the preist just say I present you Mr and Mrs Frank Charlie? Two first names? weird. Oh her older sister is there and with her lame ass boyfriend. she's not dressed for a church wedding. Neither is he and he's chewing gum. Oh Big Pepsi sees Andrew at the end in a tuxedo and now able to express more emotions and feeeeeeelings. She smiles and keeps walking. It's a touching moment I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing he's gonna accidently walk in on or stumble upon Big Pepsi and Husband having sexxs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew wants to keep wearing clothing. So he recorded the wedding and the father bride dance in his memory bank and they have a slideshow thing out of the top of his head like in the beginning. But THANK GAWD he didn't include the marching band music. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDG is saddened at his 2 daughters being gone. He'll always miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to 12 years later on the beach. He's reading a book on the beach with Big Pepsi's kids. The kid Lloyd (stuuuuuupid name in the future jesus) throws sand on him. Mother scolds him. Andrew wants his freedom. He wants to not do orders and stuff. He wants to be fwends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a huge kitchen for only having 2 people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh this movie is actually kind of depressing because it's all about aging and dying and shit. Well not all about. But you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I'll be able to finish this... I'm only 50 minutes in and I'm wanting a nap and this is just... I'll continue it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-2277379600186405456?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/2277379600186405456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2010/12/bicentennial-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/2277379600186405456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/2277379600186405456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2010/12/bicentennial-man.html' title='Bicentennial Man'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-3528920193528589211</id><published>2010-11-06T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T01:44:41.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman: Part I (1978)</title><content type='html'>I fucking love OnDemand...&lt;br /&gt;Light up another bowl yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really weird seeing Marlon Brando's name zoom onto the screen in blue text... all of the credits are doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a shot of the sun? Something weird. A blue orb.... one of them is where Superman came from I'm assuming? OH an ice planet. Not Hoth....&lt;br /&gt;or are those crystals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's a huge orb building and inside is some kind of committee deciding what to do with a few people accused and being held in a couple hoola hoops floating around everywhere. The leader/speaker guy has funky white hair. They are being banished from the planet Krypton? They are found guilty by these giant floating heads.&lt;br /&gt;The White hair guy has a cane that lights up on the end.&lt;br /&gt;DURRELL!&lt;br /&gt;whoa. the orb swung open and the 3 people in the hoola hoops also have a beam of light coming out from beneath them... this is really weird. Hahaha. A weird diamond shape thing oh wait its only 2 dimensional.... whoa. ok so tthat swings by and takes them away. They are seen crammed into the shape screaming FORGIVE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these people have bright white suits on with different symbols on their chests. Durrell's is the Superman "S".... hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's ranting about the planet exploding within 30 days... For some reason he just has a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HOLY FUCKING SHIT DURRELL IS FUCKING MARLON BRANDO. WHAAAAAAAAAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they are now going to banish him from Krypton for sparking fear among everyone... I guess he's the only one who thinks the planet will blow up... he says oh I'll stay quiet... but my wife and child and I might leave? I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we see his home and wife and son. They are going to send their son to Earth. WHy?? They are thousands of years behind us. He says he'll need it... I don't know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The council is investigating him and some misuse of power or something... so he might get in trouble and be banished anyway...&lt;br /&gt;marlon Brando is saying some last words to the little boy before sending him to earth.&lt;br /&gt;So everything in the future is controlled by crystals.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget the Kryptonite for your flight down, son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole planet is like, crumbling. I think his parents are going to be in lots of trouble.....&lt;br /&gt;oh no the crystal structures of the planet are cracking and people are being impaled! Oh now people are hurtling through the air....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark's space ship looks like a mine from minesweep... haha&lt;br /&gt;Oh inside he's getting all the education possible... oh and aging on the way..... so he's going to be super smart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His pod reaches earth's atmosphere and starts to burn up. It lands in a field and causes a car with a man and a woman in it to get a flat tire. They notice the huge mark left by his ship and then the boy... oh they want to adopt him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to football practice. Clark's the ball boy. He's the bitch. Got a lot to clean up after this game.... everyone else can have fun but him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man the effect of his super speed is ridiculous.... awful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get a foreshadow of Lois Lang on a train that clark run's past.. Oh and he's going to beat everyone to the house or whatever they're staying at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH he beat them home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit his dad has a heart attack and dies! after telling clark he's here for a reason! sad. funeral up on a hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day finally comes when Clark has to leave. His mother is older and she knew this day would come. Where will he go? North.&lt;br /&gt;So he ends up at like, the North Pole or some shit. It's all ice. he brought the kryptonite rod with him and puts it on the ground. It melts through and then all these ice crystals way the fuck out start popping up. On they are like perfectly geometric... awesome. So Clark goes exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of those crystals look reallllly similar to acrylic tubing hahaha&lt;br /&gt;He puts a clear crystal into a VCR and out projects Marlon Brando's face in this weird Andy Warhol-esque effect, floating. He's all like, Hey I'm Durrell. I'm your father. And says other stuff about who he is who Clark (Kallel, only survivor from planet Krypton).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They go on a cosmic journey, breaking through the earthly bounds or whatever. I don't know. He's getting all weird. Ok. So after all that travelling through time and space we come back to the crystal structure and its christopher reeve in the superman outfit and he flies towards the viewer and off the frame. Ha ha what? Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're at the Daily Planet looking thru a camera lens... It's Lois Lane on the othr end of the lens... and te guy taking the picture is Jimmy Olson, dorky photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark is in the office Lois and Jimmy walk into. The boss's office, here's that story! They have a humorous bit where clark is asked to open this bottle for the boss and he can't do it so Lois grabs it and hits the bottle cap against the desk and hands it back. He then opens it, but not without a bit more struggling (it's funny because he has super human strength...) and it explodes everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark wants half his paycheck sent to this address. He sends it to his silver haired mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his first day clark catches lois on the way out and follows her talking to her. They get held up by a guy with a gun and clark acts like a complete pussy. I'm not sure I understand this way of doing things... I mean, he could be the shit. But instead he's just a dorky pussy who loves his mother way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene Hackman's character is introduced via his voice... Not sure what's going on right now... 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Sweet!</title><content type='html'>So like a really small senior class is sailing on this giant ship Lazurus to Manhattan for their senior trip. There's only like 8 of them.... two get killed on their yacht while about to make rove... One of the teachers says the reason Tracy and Billy didn't show up is because they probably wanted to explore each other rather than Manhattan. Jason has been brought back to life because of their boat or something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the kids are on a senior cruise and there's a shit load to do on this barge. Shoot clay pigeons, make retarded 80's pop rock girl hair band videos, die in the stairwell while making said stupid videos... yeah girl got chopped/hacked with her sparkly purple Gibson Flying V guitar.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, now the boys are boxing in the boiler room or something. Yeah a white kid against a black kid. Two chicks are watching thru glass from above. Black kid wins. Smiles at chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White girl says to asian girl Yo we should get crazy. A little extra curricular drugs if you know what I mean. So they go somewhere's in the barge, looks like a boiler room again. And white girl gets out some 'white girl' if you know what I mean. And asian girl's all 'oh I don't know'.... then the Principal guy walks in and is all weird and creepy and like Yo you girl's doing drugs down here? No! The just exploring the ship! Well he can make sure they don't graduate if they do drugs (but wait why the senior class trip if they haven't graduated?) Oh whatever. They have to stay ON the boat while everyone gets off on Manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh other things to do on this cruise is die in a steam room. Jason walks in and grabs the hot rocks for steamin' and plunges it into the guys torso and it catches on fire for a second, like it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the bitch white gurl accidently bumps white girl top student off the boat because that's funny. She almost drowns! She's afraid of the water and has weird visions of a child pulling her under.&lt;br /&gt;She's ok! The uncle/principal is angry at the teacher for hanging out with his neice. But she's her best student! She's got talent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal/Uncle of top student wanders into Bitch White Girl's room and she's in a bath robe drinkin shampain and he's like where'd you get that? Oh she packed it for them! Then he's all you could be in trouble! And she's like "wait don't you want to see my biology project?" (Disrobe) and he's all (literally) like "Hey!"..... "Hey what are you doing? You... stop. You should stop." And then they make out a bit and he remembers he's an uncle... Or wait the principal.&lt;br /&gt;So the film guy gets it on film and principal threatens he won't go to film school! What! He made a TOTALLY killer video earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are in for a storm! White Bitch Girl dies in her bathroom. Jason just barges right in. The captain and skipper are at the helm/driving room and they notice a huge storm is coming. The Skipper has a kid. How old? 19 months. Captian says "Tremendous age!" Bullshit. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. I'm willing to bet 19months old babies are NOT tremendous at that age! More like annoying as fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason kills the skipper. Stabs him from afar! Weird! Oh so then the captain walks in and Jason cuts him from behind. Eventually they all (the rest of the characters, like 6 students left now...) end up in the driving room. Including the black one. And he's in a SWEEEEET track jacket. I want it. He and his guys want to go find Jason Vorhees and kick his mothafuckass. They know it's Jason Vorhees because the weird crazy guy that helps clean the boat kept telling everyone they'd all die and Jason has come back form the dead and is walkin the ship now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal is in charge here!&lt;br /&gt;Tv break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera guy is wandering around the boiler room where I thought he was filming? I guess she was dancin and jammin' all by herself.... Hmm ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he loses his glasses and somehow has a gun and shoots the first person he see.s...... oh smart kid. He uses his camera to focus. Oh but wait he shot the wrong guy. Shoot Jason! He stepped into the frame! And knocks the camera outta his hand.... Oh shit.... while he's running he trips over 80s rocker gurl JJ. And JV grabs film dork and tosses him onto something that simultaneously electrocuted him and set him on fire....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the boat's on fire! How! They're surrounded by water.&lt;br /&gt;Now that the captain is dead, his son has to steer the ship. The son kinda looks like a very young Jason Preiesly, the guy from 90210....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason's costume ALWAYS looks like he just got outta tha water.. I mean ok NOW it's raining but like the whole time you were running around the boat killin people indoors your costume was stilllllllll wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the black guy and his buds are running around on deck (now raining remember) and Jason is chasing one but kinda just lets him climb up one of the masts or whatever. OH hey Jason you made it all the way up there to grab him and throw him off... that made no scientific sense... I'm assuming he landed on something sharp? It went to commercial right at that part. Yeah. He landed on an antenna. The black guy found him.&lt;br /&gt;Jason finds him! Oh shit! So .... oh wow. So The Black Dude dies by Jason throwing him overboard to drown.... because black people can't swim or something. Lame man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone's meeting back in the cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;Principal is in the kitchen with Jason. There's one sharp knife hanging with two spatulas and two strainers. Weird. Oh they cut back to it and it's gone! Jason prolly took it... And behind Boiler Room Door is WATER!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And Top Student Girl who can't swim has to face her fears! That's why she's on this trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike walked in and said that Principal looks English. Sam says, "No not English. Principal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Shit the black guy can swim! Because he's an athelete!&lt;br /&gt;They make it onto a life raft heading towards Manhattan when the black guy pops outta tha water and into the life raft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all foggy and shit. Oh good. Top Student Gurl got to keep her dog. So it's Principal, Principals neice (aka Top Student Gurl), Her dog, son of captain and the one teacher. Oh and the black guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commercial break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's night and they see the skyline of New York! The black guy sings and they dock the boat at a dock in which the Principal blames the woman teacher for picking such a bad spot.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Top Student Girl is already getting raped! They all get mugged and the two dudes take her away to have fun with her. She looks like a party girl. He's gonna inject her with heroin. Please don't hurt me. Oh man free heroin. It won't hurt if you're stoned gurl.&lt;br /&gt;OH SHIT JASON stabs the dude from behind. What a buzz kill! He saved her tho..... WHY?&lt;br /&gt;He's getting shot at by the other dude. Runs outta bullets so Jason smashes his face on a pipe of some sort. because they are in an urban location. There are steaming hot pipes everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black guy runs into a phone booth trying to call the cops. Jason gets to him and punches the booth out but he escapes! On to a building he some how ends up at... bad sentence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so he boxes him. And Jason doesn't do anything. Oh he's getting tired. I got so bored of this scene I forgot how it ended. It ends with Jason punching the kid off the building.&lt;br /&gt;Commercial break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we return to Heroin Girl having Heroin Visions and the son finds her.&lt;br /&gt;FREEZE! Shouts the cop at the female teacher. Oh he's also pointing his gun at her? Only until Principal is all like oh yo she's wit me.&lt;br /&gt;Heroin Girl and Son run around corner and meet up wiht them all. They get into the cop car and HOLY SHIT ITS THE BLACK GUYS HEAD AHHH JASON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroin Girl jumps into the drivers seat as the cop gets fucking owned by Jason.&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Wait why would they let the woman drive?&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Because in this case, they want to run over someone.&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She guns it at this weird alien looking person mutated shirtless garbage. It's Jason. He turns into a puddle as the engine catches fire. They're all ok tho. Heroine Girl stares into the puddle in the flames and then it changes to a shot of the lake and people on a boat... Fire.... to water....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a flashback to Heroine girl and Ass Hole Uncle. He has a weird conversation with her and he shoves her in the water.... she can't swim! OH shit! She gets puulled under by this mutant child and I think that's Jason as a child? So she's somehow related to Jason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flashback returns to reality. You pushed me into the lake! He was trying to teach you. She runs away and Son shoves Ass Hole Uncle over. Jason's alive!&lt;br /&gt;Ass Hole is all That's not possible! They somehow end up in a building and they are up a few stories and so Jason throws Ass hole out the window and then retrieves him and shoves him headfirst into a huge drum of goo stuff. It's like gak.&lt;br /&gt;commercial break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do lunch! With Marie Osmond! No. No thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroine Girl is coming down off her Heroin High. Oh cute. Son and her kiss. ok now what. Where is this movie going? I thought he&lt;br /&gt;oH right he wasn't actually dead yet. so Jason barges thru the door to wherever they are. They run and end up on the subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody! QUAYTON LIVES!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow that chick took a really hard stunt. Jason like plowed thru her on the subway.&lt;br /&gt;They pull the E break. jason goes sliding away almost comically. They escape out the subway and onto the rails. Oh shit Jason trips on the tracks and gets fucking electrocuted to death by them. That's how he was brought back to life in the beginning of this movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They end up in Times Square. And everything is ok it's all capitalist again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livin' in the city ain't no big deal. If the crack don't getcha  the hookers will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason just showed his face to some punks. They ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroine and Son run into a diner. They needed a phone! A maniac is after them! Welcome to Knew York says Redhead Bitch. So one of the cooks comes from the back and he's huge and he's like gonna deck Jason but Jason picks his ass up and throws him OVER the counter INTO a glass mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They end up being somewhat alone with Jason in the city in an ally..... I can't remember where they're going.... It's a commercial again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they go running in the sewer. I feel like that's jason's home? He looks like that's where he steps out from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so they flood the sewers with toxic waste at midnight in New York. They find a worker and get his help to find a way out and OH SHIT JASON COMES OUT OF NOWHERE and gets the worker and bashes his head in. The boy friend is down. The Heroine shines a flashlight at jason and is all you didin't get me in the lake and you won't get me now. .... and she runs and finds a drum of New York Toxic Waste and punches holes in it? and picks it up and throws it on jason. EW HE"S BURNING. Ew his mask is off. Ew. Ok so they run and climb up this ladder and are just above the toxic waste line and he slowly melts away. Like, He won't die. HE WILL NOT DIE. The toxic waste goes down and there's a boy..... It's the truffle shuffle kid!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so they are under the statue of liberty somehow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boyfriend is all hey i have your necklace for that 22 story tall buliding statue they have here. They hug. And Heroine sees TOBY! Her dog! He ran away at some point.... but now he's back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it ends with some 80s music..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, Kane Hodder is the name of the actor playing Jason! Sweet name....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-2746555731473322294?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/2746555731473322294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-13th-part-viii-jason-takes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/2746555731473322294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/2746555731473322294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-13th-part-viii-jason-takes.html' title='Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason takes Manhattan on AMC! Sweet!'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-843017604163762792</id><published>2010-10-21T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T23:00:22.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday the 13th Part I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie has a lame title sequence. These 2 kids bout to have sex in the woods get interrupted by someone they may know... then they get killed...&lt;br /&gt;"Friday the 13th" crashes thru some glass 'cause that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a girl hitch-hiking her way to Camp Crystal Lane to volunteer. The locals are all spooked 'bout the "Death Curse" at Camp Crystal Lane. 2 kids murdered in 68, boy drowned in 67 (they tell you this in that order so the viewers go Oh so the two murders happened as a result of the boy drowning. So this is like, a revenge movie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now those kids are dead. So the other counselors are carpooling. Oh right it's Kevin Bacon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the chick hops in a jeep with someone we never see and the driver gets creepier and creepier and she rolls out the car into a ditch and then has to limp run from the  person tailing her. This music resembles Psycho a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit the girl tripped right at the feet of weird person following her and gets her throat straight up slit. Ew. Then the frame gets all washed out and its back to the rest of the counselors in their bathing suits hangin' out bein' stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah they're so stupid. One of the guys like, almost drowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice jammers tan, K. Bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The redhead counselor girl has a weird thing for the nerdy/hipster looking guy with creepy/hipster facial hair. There's a snake in my dresser! What do they do to it? Kill it! Oh they all rush in to save her. ALL of them. And now they're tearing apart her rooom to find it. And they do. With... a machete.... wait where did he get that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing that snake was some kind of metaphor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey they were smoking pot out there! And for some reason the Cop on a bike smelled them smoking? Or no he's looking for Lenny. On the double. Roger that. 10-4. over and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ain't gonna stand for any weirdness out there at Crystal Lane. No homos!&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure that cop's bike don't wail like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The redhead is doing dishes and run into the town crazy. He pops out of the pantry. He's a messenger from GOD! You're doomed if you stay! I think he's Jason's dad. I think we just met Ralph. He bikes everywhere I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The electricity is out. Don't worry, one of them was taught how to use the emergency generator. They are fixing the electricity. To the fuse box! Generator I mean! This is where I'll leave off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-843017604163762792?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/843017604163762792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-13th-part-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/843017604163762792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/843017604163762792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-13th-part-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-6149986949426771352</id><published>2010-06-27T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:43:20.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If he didn't glow so much, he could hide</title><content type='html'>The Iceman Cometh!&lt;br /&gt;Mercy? I'm afraid my condition has left me cold to your pleas of mercy.&lt;br /&gt;In this universe, there's only one absolute: everything freeeeezes.&lt;br /&gt;You are not sending me to the cooler!&lt;br /&gt;What killed the dinosaurs? The ice age!&lt;br /&gt;Icey-cold of space. At 30,000 feet, your heart will freeze and beat no more.&lt;br /&gt;After you're frozen, your icy tomb will plummet back to earth. Freeze well!&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool, bird boy.&lt;br /&gt;Can you be cold, Batman?&lt;br /&gt;FROSTY!&lt;br /&gt;I will freeze the city. Unless the city bows to my demands, an endless winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, I never actually was reviewing this one. I was just writing down all of Arnold's cold/ice/freeze/winter/chilly/FROSTY!/general temperature related puns. This is all from the first half hour I think.... I'll add more later once I finish watching it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is basically super retarded. Alicia Silverstone is retarded. The plot is retarded. Mr. Freeze is evil now that his wife is dying/in a hypodermic frozen state but needs all these diamonds to like, bring her back to life. So naturally he is evil as fuck (used loosely.... "mercy? I'm afraid my condition has left me cold to your pleas of mercy! FREEZE!") and goes around to all these museums and steals the really big diamonds. There are a lot of really big diamonds in Gotham City (which at some points strongly resembles NYC... hmmm....). So that's that subplot...&lt;br /&gt;There's Uma Thurman's Poison Ivy character which is not very ravishing slash intriguing. She's first a push-over weird botonist obsessed with saving the planet by abolishing all carbon fuels and coals and oil and all that shit. To which George Clooney replies in that George Clooney way "No fuel and natural gas would cause millions to starve, to FREEZE to death..." etc. But she stumbles upon her really weird bosses' TRUE work (taking convicts, pumping this venom into him making him really dumb [only speaks in one-word 'sentences'], and a killing machine. So he's selling this product to other countries so they can like, take their convicts and build a super army out of them. So anyway, then Uma gets caught spying and of course this guy is like well bitch you have to die or JOIN ME. She's all NO! This goes against all I was working against! Which, kind of not really, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really watched passed that weird ball/auction thing where Ivy shows up and hypnotizes Batman and Robin to which they have this ridiculous bidding war over her and Batman ends up pulling out a credit card with his bat emblem on it and saying one of the worst lines in the movie, no, ever: "Batcard. Never leave the cave without it." 'Worst line in the movie' again used loosely, as Mr. Freeze takes most of those.... he rivals with all of Jim Carrey's incredibly stupid 'riddle' lines in the previous film. Glad Val Kilmer got out of that franchise. Joel Schumacher... Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, Mr. Freeze crashes the party and steals the diamonds on auction because this whole thing was to lure Mr. Freeze. It's weird no one suspects Bruce Wayne to be Batman because I mean, the whole thing is set up by him. He has the money. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Freeze leaves after getting his diamond, but not after shouting clumsily "COOL PARHHTY!"&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait I remembered another part we watched. Oh jesus this is long.&lt;br /&gt;So for some odd reason, Mr. Freeze's car is actually th is rocket, which for whatever reason, he only plans to shoot it up into the air, fairly high, and then like, ditch it in the air and fly away on his weird wings... But oh no! Batman and Robin have joined the flight plan! Robin gets knocked out, or something. Batman gets his hands frozen to the inside of the ship and then the thing is now turned into a bomb and will explode with both the Bat and Birdboy inside.&lt;br /&gt;Robin comes back, has this melty gun which is kind of handy. But I guess when you're going up against a villain named Mr. Freeze and shoots ice out of a cannon, a heat gun is pretty handy. Then the most ridiculous part of the movie happens (so far. actually all of it is extremely ridiculous). Bat gets free, then figures out the doorport lock things can be ejected and if stood on correctly, used as a surfboard. COOL! So they like surf through the air down to Mr. Freeze, I think there's an in-air scuffle? Robin grabs the diamond. But then Robin gets reckless on the ground (as all robins do...) and jumps to save Bat and Mr. Freeze freezes him. "Stay cool, Bierd BOy"&lt;br /&gt;So then Bat picks up Bird Boy as a big thing of ice (is that physically humanly possible?) Prolly not. Oh well. Then puts him in this tub of water that happens to be there. And with HIS heat gun, heats up the water super fast to thaw him out. I think I stopped there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of it goes on with Alicia Silverstone being Alfred's niece and then is also into bike racing... robin follows her, saves her from something.... probably a man....&lt;br /&gt;She stumbles upon the batcave, therefore must DIE!&lt;br /&gt;no just kidding. She of course becomes.... I'm not actually sure. I haven't watched this part yet again. Alfred almost dies, but coincidentally the same stuff that keeps Mr. Freeze alive is what cures Alfred. Or did Freeze put that sickness in Alfred? And that's why they have the same antidote or whatever? OH well. Whatever. I forget how it ends. I think there's a cliff scene? I forget how Poison Ivy dies... something about kissing Robin.... Ugh. Ok I'll add more when I actually watch the rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm restarting Batman &amp;amp; Robin.&lt;br /&gt;When I catch up to how far I've already watched, I'll start here: Somewhere in the middle of the Auction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we actually started in Mr. Freeze's hideout in a Snowy's frozen Foods store... Good camo.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hey Vivica A. Fox....... Talk about a cold shoulder! She's doing puns too!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Freeze wants quality time with his frozen tv dinner wife.&lt;br /&gt;Let him be, ok. They need some quality time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice library. Oh of course robin was upstairs and had to descend the spiral stair case.&lt;br /&gt;Alfred apologizes for not responding to the doorbell. It hasn't happened in 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Silverstone is at the door. Robin says "Please say you're here for me!" She's not. NO one is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the neice of Alfred. Her parents died in a car accident...&lt;br /&gt;It says so on the patch on your sweater... Good one George. You're so observant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes the look of the chopper, don't worry Alfred, they scare me to death!&lt;br /&gt;This movie is lazy. I forgot how bad the special effects are.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Silverstone is bolting out of her bathrobe into her leather girl. Her helmet prob says "Neicey likes leather".&lt;br /&gt;So all of a sudden Ivy and Bane have a limo and she has lots of wigs. Master of Disguise!&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Pamela Isely (Poison Ivy)&lt;br /&gt;Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny 'cause i think this character poison ivy is playing is actually who she is. People would die without fossil fuels.&lt;br /&gt;OK so she got an invite to the ball. I'm overlapping here.&lt;br /&gt;Wedding videos for Mr. Freeze tonight. Oh he might cry! Oh........ And it just froze off.... After he freezes one of his goons and says I hate when people talkk during the movie.&lt;br /&gt;One more diamond! My love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yeah this scene. Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;It's the Auction. The music is awful.&lt;br /&gt;Oh the scene changes from bidding on ladiez to even worse music where Poison Ivy is supposed to enchant us and enthrall us. And hypnotize us. I think there's nothing less hypnotizing than watching Uma Thurman undress herself from a giant pink gorilla costume. Like, have you SEEN her hands??? and FEET???(in kill bill 1...)... ew. Weird shit. Oh look something stupid is STILL happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waltzes on the backs of those native indian dancers to the stage and proceeds to make plant puns and jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Her garden needs tending. Her vagina needs tending. Someone's gonna hit the honeyhole... she's bringing everything you see. Plus everything you don't.... her vagina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Freeze crashes the party, makes more cold jokes. Her and Poison Ivy make equally terrible plant/cold jokes at each other.&lt;br /&gt;Her pheromones don't work on Freeze (fag!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase scene with batman and robin and freeze in his tank they ride around on this giant, GIANT statue. Robin says he can make the jump. THey're partners. Batman says no. And makes his bike no go anymore. Freeze almost gets batman but then batman gets freeze... so I think the scene with him saying 'allow me to break the ice' is coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred and Bruce are having a heart to heart. I'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;Robin snuck up on the neice girl (alicia silverstone). She flips him over and screams 'HIYA!' like, really? Ok I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome home Frost face. You're the common Cold, we're the cure.&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to break ze ice. I try to escape. Look at him stew! He can't go further than the icey area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poison and Bane are househunting. They come to Turkish baths. Talk about a fixer upper.&lt;br /&gt;The neon bikers already live there. They live in black lights.&lt;br /&gt;Bane just screams when he does stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ivy thinks she's god now. She can create paradise in less time than god.&lt;br /&gt;Weird foli in this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some food for thought. Bruce Wayne not the marrying kind. He just seeing Ivy in this girlfriend. Who's ivy? He wishes he knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia silverstone steals a bike and goes to this weird gathering of biker gangs. Oh my god it's coolio. Alicia silverstone is taller than him.&lt;br /&gt;There's a fop biker gang. Sweet. Lame bike helmet girl.&lt;br /&gt;The course is set up in the china town district of gotham city I think. well maybe not. There's a lot of really weirdly colored items in this movie. I could have sworn those industrial barrels/drums one biker crashed into  were pink and blue and yello colored.... whatever. This movie SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again the music sucks. Oh flying asian painted guys on the bridge. Oh a crash. What's going on.....&lt;br /&gt;Green FirE!&lt;br /&gt;because apparently thats all it took to crash them. Oh the bridge is painted downwards...&lt;br /&gt;So this is where you hang out? Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred is the most sweetest noble man alive. No he's not stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Alfred's sick. No he's not sick, he's dying, says batman (bruce). Well, so he is sick. And he's dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr freeze arves his wife in an icicle and puts it on the back of a clok and under a clear glass and has a spinning ice wife. cool. (haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice head, your sister's here to see you. Sister?&lt;br /&gt;Oh right ivy. THe two guards are done. They like her love dust.&lt;br /&gt;Bane breaks into the safe with mr. freeze's suit. In there is a guard and the Two -Face and Riddler's outfits. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A laundry service that delivers! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;Always winterize your pipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another sappy batman/bruce and alfred scene.&lt;br /&gt;cut short, Freeze escaped! They're at his hideout....  They somehow can access the arkham asylum video survalence from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the police in his hideout turned on the heat. He prefers the cold. Chilled to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;He comes back and turns on the cold. The police all start saying ow my lungs! oh its cold! oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bane and ivy start fighting batman and robin. Bane gets batman. Lots of bad puns are exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Gordon flips the heat back on and immediately they all get up and are all like oh yeah its warm awesome! I can move!&lt;br /&gt;Freeze escapes, bane gets flipped over. Robin falls into the big vat of goo. After ivy hypnotizes him. I don't understand why Ivy doesn't just kiss them everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin's Ridin' Solo.&lt;br /&gt;Gordon is disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy unplugs the Cold Bitch. UH OH!&lt;br /&gt;She's never been good with competetion.&lt;br /&gt;Frigid Wife. Good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in poison Ivy's lair, I feel like her amount of hair has gone up... oh wait that was part of her coat. Ivy blames Batman for the death and unplugging of his wife. Oh a single tear that freezes and breaks off. Makes No sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's angry. Blanket the city in endless winter, she will unleash the Little Shop of Horrors props on everyone. No, no, its ok. She's dropping them out of a plane so they land on everyone and kill them or something. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;So Alfred has the same thing as Mr. Freeze's wife. Now dead.&lt;br /&gt;Both of Chris odonnnell's and george clooney's teeth are hideous... like, they look not flossed in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred is dying in bed, he hands his neice this cd case thing, she has to find his brother and give it to him. she's not to open it ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the new telescope is done. A party is being held. I think someone just said h hey Dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poison Ivy is here blowing her love dust on commissioner gordon to give her the keys to the bat signal. Bane tears it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred is so weepy. I guess I'm supposed to see that there is a connection between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's surprisin Alfred only used a 3 word password to keep all of batman's secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy called Robin, it's not a batsignal.&lt;br /&gt;All the crystals are in place! Don't forget the crystals!&lt;br /&gt;Freeze enters. Who is this nutball??? THe black scientist lady dies too.&lt;br /&gt;Bane walks around placing light up crystals saying "BOOMMMMBBB"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leather capes. I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;So neice gurl finds the batcave and alfred knew she would wander in so like, he made her a suit and it fits perfectly and she's batgirl now instead of neicegurl... ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin goes to Ivy's palace place. He supposedly trusts batman now or something.&lt;br /&gt;She kisses him after telling him mr. freeze's plan. His rubbber lips are immune to her charms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batgirl saves batman and says imma turn you inta compost. Yeah plant jokes all around!&lt;br /&gt;She still says HIYA!&lt;br /&gt;OH swalled by her own plant??? That's how she dies???? Lame.... So lame.....&lt;br /&gt;No bruc its me! .... I still forget her characers name. Neicegirl! I'm not really Batgirl. I'm Neicegurl!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freeze is freezing gotham. With his lazer gun. He's kicking some serious ice. Everyone is freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe new squad comes out with silver accents on their suits. A short chase scene ensues, and it sucks balls. It's so stupid. This movie. Is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the snowman? Maybe he melted. Nah he's probably just hibernating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they are going to reroute the sun via sattelite to reflect the sunlight onto gothom to thaw it.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid. Outrageoius.&lt;br /&gt;Oh freeze comes and crashes their cool party. the kids fall off the clifff and robin saves batgirl but then she ends up saving him. No, I've got you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman fights with freeze with the weird comedic relief coming in the form of the thawed scientists, one asian man, one black woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bane dies, the tube gets yanked out. EASY.&lt;br /&gt;The sun gets bounced from the sun to satelites to mr. freeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe city is thawing. Freeze lost. I THINK NOT! Bombs away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused why batman would jump to risk his own life to save freeze. OH i guess he's saving those scientists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would take a computer genius to fix the satelittes. I'm on it, says robin. No, I'm on it, says batgirl/neicegirl/computergirl.&lt;br /&gt;You could learn something from me, says the girl. Or something like that. They make gender puns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Freeze is alive and so is his wife. He has to research the syndrome because Alfred has it too. Victor Freeze, help me save another life.&lt;br /&gt;Take 2 of these and call me in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;And the movie ends. no wait. He's putting neon shit in alfred's drip thing. Everything glows with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poison ivy didn't die. she got sent to the asylum. She's picking flowers. Like you do.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Alfred is awake. He's cured. So why isn't his wife alive? Or not in a coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is about trust.&lt;br /&gt;This movie is a piece of shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-6149986949426771352?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/6149986949426771352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-he-didnt-glow-so-much-he-could-hide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/6149986949426771352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/6149986949426771352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-he-didnt-glow-so-much-he-could-hide.html' title='If he didn&apos;t glow so much, he could hide'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-1911473213215548667</id><published>2010-06-26T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T07:55:03.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from forgetfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm watching Batman: Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;is there a colon in between those?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tommy lee jones. the only different nonbitter, old, grumpy, sarcastic law enforcement-man-of-some-ki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="padding: 0px; display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nd part he plays in movies. It's probably because he wears makeup in this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;her name is chase Merridian. What. y? Gosh this is super camp. Is it on purpose tho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Alexander Supercamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Someone just said: It's a trap! Oh its the lame security guard NOT guarding the vault very well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oops I stopped following along for a few minutes. What is going on? Oh two-face is trying to kill batman with acid and flying the helicopter through some serious stained glass window. Oh shit! Batman's not gone yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Will and I just discussed laptop deskthings for your computer. The things that keep it elevated so the underside doesn't overheat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anywho, a statue resembling the statue of liberty just blew up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh it IS the statue of liberty. So is Gotham like, New York? That looks like Rockefeller plaza! Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Whoops, missed a few minutes of this again. But it's fairly easy to follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hold on. My brother's going to use the computer. I'll be back and try to review what goes on then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never came back. I finished the movie eventually. Basically, Two-Face's weakness was his coin? Like, really? He couldn't make a decision without that coin? I mean, Val Kilmer basically set you up for your demise! (I mean really, very clever. Get him to toss his coin in the air and then conveniently grab 8 others like it out of your pocket and throw them at the same time to confuse the fuck out of Two-Face. Brilliant.)&lt;br /&gt;So yeah Tommy Lee Jones falls to his death from this elevated rock formation? Yeah I'm not sure. The Riddler's end was the knowledge box thing uploading a shit ton of stuff into his head at one time so he, you know, goes insane... Not sure how that works. But oh well. Ok. I also started the Batman and Robin review but I haven't actually finished the movie yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-1911473213215548667?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/1911473213215548667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-from-forgetfulness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/1911473213215548667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/1911473213215548667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-from-forgetfulness.html' title='Back from forgetfulness'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-5203818815993004344</id><published>2010-04-20T23:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:31:59.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh right I have this thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You have four years to be irresponsible here. Relax. Work is for people with jobs. You'll never remember class time, but you'll remember time you wasted hanging out with your friends. So, stay out late. Go out on a Tuesday with your friends when you have a paper due Wednesday. Spend money you don't have. Drink 'til sunrise. The work never ends, but college does." -Tom Petty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-5203818815993004344?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/5203818815993004344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-right-i-have-this-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/5203818815993004344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/5203818815993004344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-right-i-have-this-thing.html' title='Oh right I have this thing'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-931062322682733377</id><published>2009-09-29T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T02:44:00.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good...bye? maybe? IDK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I might delete this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized I'm almost completely retarded. Not retarded as in I'm not physically and mentally capable of doing this (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt;), but retarded as in... I'm the only one who reads this. Who am I to assume that my life is interesting? Because it's not. It really isn't. I don't do anything worth getting excited over. I just say stupid/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obscure&lt;/span&gt; shit and laugh at myself and think I'm clever. Because even I get tired of my own weird-ass stuff I've put on here. So.... I'm not sure when I'll decide. I'll probably forget I was considering it until I return to read it again... So... ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-931062322682733377?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/931062322682733377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-maybe-idk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/931062322682733377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/931062322682733377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-maybe-idk.html' title='good...bye? maybe? IDK!!!'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-8675193553193142158</id><published>2009-09-20T03:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T03:20:00.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it me or does Benjamin Bratt have absolutely NO chemistry with anyone he&amp;#39;s worked with onscreen? I may be basing this on one movie. Is he in anything else??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-8675193553193142158?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/8675193553193142158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-it-me-or-does-benjamin-bratt-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/8675193553193142158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/8675193553193142158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-it-me-or-does-benjamin-bratt-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-3387160526619138041</id><published>2009-09-20T01:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:54:45.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I ended up watching Glee instead as well as...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watch the music video for "She-Wolf" by Shakira so that I could watch the fan-created "He-Wolf", of which I stumbled upon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And by stumble upon I mean, I saw that Steven had sent it to a friend on facebook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As funny and amazing as the "He-Wolf" video is, the original is kind of funny as well. But not intentionally so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's become clear to me (after watching this one video and just remembering hearing about who Shakira was in the first place... all that stuff about her hips and that they just can't tell a lie or else they grow outwards. Can you image how wide someone's hips would be if that were true?) that Shakira loves to show off her flexibility. She's in this cage thing in which she twists and turns and pretezels and rolls and hangs and vaults and other weird stuff. Maybe she's like a circus freak? At a circus in the cage? Because she has weird 'venues' in which her character appears. Except for the "club" scene. That's standard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, but seriously. The first 'scene' in which she is dancing looked like inside my ear. The ear canal. Or like.... she was somewhere inside some intestines?? I was watching it on youtube so the quality may have been bad but still... And also the fact that in "He-Wolf" they hang plastic on their walls to get that effect is perfect. Because it really did look like the inside of someone's ear. No really. That's all I could think about. "What is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meaning&lt;/span&gt; of this scene? What exactly is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;metaphor&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She also likes to show off the fact that she used to belly dance. She does the wave-thingy with her belly and then does some other... interpretive dance moves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My FAVORITE 'scene' is when she's on top of the roof. I thought AW CUTE she's paying homage to Mary Poppins! Like that chimney sweep scene! And then she even does a weird dance like they did... ok it's a stretch. That's what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; thought of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But who gives a shit? She's still hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Annnnnnd I devoted an entire thing to Shakira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe I'll do a movie tomorrow night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-3387160526619138041?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/3387160526619138041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-i-ended-up-watching-glee-instead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/3387160526619138041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/3387160526619138041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-i-ended-up-watching-glee-instead.html' title='Well I ended up watching Glee instead as well as...'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-162860418274626397</id><published>2009-09-19T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:28:56.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tv schedule for tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are lots of choices tonight. And I'm only referring to movies I haven't seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the choices are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Hustle &amp;amp; Flow on BET at 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-The Transporter 2 on FX at 7... (soonish...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Ghost Rider on FX at 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Minority Report on TNT at 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So those are the ones I would be willing to watch. I left out the ones I wouldn't (Waiting, Still Waiting, Underdog, Rumor Has it...etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think what I'll do is start The Transporter 2, see how that goes, maybe come back to Ghost Rider because I've heard it's just awful, and then I want to definitely watch a weird science fiction thing at some point... while I'm... doing this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Steven? Suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Taylor? Suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've also been thinking about changing the name of this to "Long Paragraphed-Liners Kind Of".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-162860418274626397?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/162860418274626397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/tv-schedule-for-tonigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/162860418274626397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/162860418274626397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/tv-schedule-for-tonigh.html' title='tv schedule for tonight'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-7304926845711596241</id><published>2009-09-18T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:25:22.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight's movie: Half (or so) of The Green Mile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I've never actually read Stephen King's The Green Mile, and I have never sat through the entire movie. NOR have I even started it at the beginning. It's always somewhere random towards the middle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the scene I just witnessed has the man who plays the farmer in Babe (live-action)... (do they have an animated version?) And in this man's office (I assume he's the jail warden...) he has a portrait of FDR. He said something about a brain chumer (yeah, chumer) and sobbed in his hand because "she's going to die".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cut to Tom Hanks lying in bed. He looks a bit sweaty, I might add. AND THEN! All of a SUDDEN some pain overcomes him and Tom sits up in bed annnnnnd..... grabs his penis and balls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(He is wearing pajamas, I might add). Then the next morning we see Bonnie Hunt (she was in the Beetoven franchise right? Well, now she has a talk show. You go girl!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And Tom says he's going to the doctor. Today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At work, Tom comes out of the bathroom looking really sick. Like, sweaty and exhausted and... sweaty. Oh.... he kind of waddles now... Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A fight has broken out between the new transfer prisoner, Mr. Tom Waddly, and some other guards. One guy has that evil face. I think he's the evil one in this flick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This other guard comes out, I feel like this actor plays a lot of Irish characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They thought the prisoner was doped.... We thought he was doped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think Tom's disco stick is... like swollen or something. Something not right is going on down there. He is walking, no waddling and now he is sitting on his knees on the floor holding them. Now he's lying on the floor. Maybe it's hot? And the cement floor will cool it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It appears that Tom hangs to the left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OH MY GOD. The man who always plays the obligatory black man snatched Tom to the bars and grabs his crotch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seems Tom's package is a hot item. WOW lots of electricity and ew. ew. ew. ew. This prisoner let bugs out of his mouth. EW EW EW EW EW. Tom is mesmarized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OH WAIT. He can HEAL people... Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I forget that most people can read things longer than I can focus on them. So to me, I wouldn't have gone past the first paragraph. I would come back to it later, but I couldn't sit and read this entire thing NOW. So my point was that I was worried these are too long. But I remembered that most people are more literate than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh shit. I changed the channel and was watching some movie with Anne Heche and Viggo Mortenson. I'm not sure what this is. I thought it might be the really bad remake of Psycho (because of anne heche's blondness and the fact that i can't really tell what time period this is). So I got distracted about that. Now back to the Green Mile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tom is driving furiously to Trapingnas Pass (or something).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OH LEUTENANT DAN LEUTENANT DAN IS THAT YOU?!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Together again!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gary Sinise and Tom Hanks=TRULOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sitting on a porch together. Like when Forrest was part of that shrimpin' business. Only this time, Leutenant Dan has working legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh gosh. I'm not very good at this. I got distracted by Facebook. Pictures. Pictures I have looked at before. There's something about the big guy sharing corn bread with the small squirrely white man with a mouse friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ahhhhh shit. I give up. Goodnight Leutenant Dan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-7304926845711596241?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/7304926845711596241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/tonights-movie-half-or-so-of-green-mile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/7304926845711596241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/7304926845711596241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/tonights-movie-half-or-so-of-green-mile.html' title='Tonight&apos;s movie: Half (or so) of The Green Mile'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-5341848783655165620</id><published>2009-09-18T10:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:41:56.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Also...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just started to type the word "funny" in an e-mail and the first 3 letters I typed were 'f-u-c'....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-5341848783655165620?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/5341848783655165620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/also.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/5341848783655165620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/5341848783655165620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/also.html' title='Also...'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-1709358452998570201</id><published>2009-09-18T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:42:23.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>couple things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There has been an incredible amount of these brown spiders and webs outside. And I'm so sick of them because I walk into them and scream "AH, FUCK!"***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's a spider outside the window and I'm watching him make his web. He does the lines of webbing from the center out first, and then will continue to the circular ones, I assume. Reminds me of this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MYEYbmgp0bY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That video is also fucking*** hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;***But what this "experience" has made me realize is how diluted that word and exclamation has become. It's still very offensive but it no longer holds that intense, oh-my-god-what?, reeeeally shocking feeling. Because people use it all the time. I mean, yes it's still a really crude, word. But 'fuck' is so versatile. It's become not only a verb, but an adjective ("That's so fucking stupid"), and a noun ("That's one sick fuck."), among other things. You can use it for anything. Just listen to hip-hoppers talk. Anyway, my original point was that me walking into spider-webs (even without getting spiders on me) certainly DID NOT warrant an extremely loud, angry "FUUUCK!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What the hell is this? PBS? Jesus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-1709358452998570201?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/1709358452998570201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/couple-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/1709358452998570201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/1709358452998570201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/couple-things.html' title='couple things'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-2044993265931510376</id><published>2009-09-13T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:43:17.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I.... Really have no idea what is going on in this  movie I'm watching.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm pretty sure this little girl just whispered "I want &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeff Bridges&lt;/span&gt; as my dad" to her mother, telling her what she wished for on her birthday, just as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeff Bridges&lt;/span&gt; walks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this movie started out with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tommy Lee Jones&lt;/span&gt; (he's in everything) in a Scottish jail who MacGyvered the FUCK outta EVERYTHING in his jail cell and blew it up and therefore escaped.&lt;br /&gt;AND which NOW there is a really weird robotic arm thing that this woman is teaching to type . The woman of which is being held hostage by this military  guy? No, wait.... I have NO FUCKIN CLUE WHAT IS GOING ON. The robot arm is FRIED, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeff Bridges&lt;/span&gt; wants a drink on his DAY OFF, I mean, now the robot arm is MAD! It's like they are in the future, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeff Bridges&lt;/span&gt; works for this elite squad who goes against ROGUE ROBOTS. Oh, he JUST had a flashback of... someone saying "Limb, (really????) help me!". Nancy! How many bytes remaining! I don't know, 23! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! Nancy! Don't give up on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD. What is. Going. On. SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THIS MOVIE IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the quality of this movie looks as if it were a Made-For-TV-Movie quality.&lt;br /&gt;The plot thickens..... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeff Bridges&lt;/span&gt; lives in a home with a shamrock and american flag painted on his door.... I think I can predict this one.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tommy Lee Jones&lt;/span&gt; (the Scotsman) will have a HOEDOWN SHOWDOWN with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeff Bridges&lt;/span&gt; (the Irish drunk lad). He probably still won't feel resolved after this.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that girl's mom, aka &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeff Bridges&lt;/span&gt; gurlfraaaan plays the violin and is in her own world at the rehearsal for the "Founding Fathers". It's that All-American song they play as stuff blows up, the crescendo as fireworks go off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeff Bridges'&lt;/span&gt; job is dismantling bombs! He sometimes dismantles car bombs I'm sure. And car bombs made by Irish people... So like..... Irish car bombs. AHHHH &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOREST WHITTAKER&lt;/span&gt; is in this.&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeff Bridges&lt;/span&gt; has to retire and he is going to miss the job. Forest Whittaker as 'the replacement'.&lt;br /&gt;So... I guess that robot typing thing was some sort of bomb set up to where the woman couldn't stop typing or else they would explode. There was something in this scene that said "LUV U LUV U" and "FOR U BITCH"... Maybe what they were typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think I just read on the TV screen that this movie is called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blown Away&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in which I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...... Scottish people hate Irish people, right? Or is it half of the Irish people hate the other half of the Irish people? Or.... Irish hate Americans? I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WAY TOOOOOOO MUCH SORRYYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD WAIT I GET IT.&lt;br /&gt;So the robot typing was there to take the place of the woman forced to type the same words over and over again or else the bomb would explode. And the military man was part of the bomb squad there setting up the robot.&lt;br /&gt;OH God that took a while. OH WELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this movie takes place in Boston. They have a lot of Irish people there right? Maybe Scots too?&lt;br /&gt;oh and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CUBA GOODING JR&lt;/span&gt;. is in this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-2044993265931510376?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/2044993265931510376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-really-have-no-idea-what-is-going-on.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/2044993265931510376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/2044993265931510376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-really-have-no-idea-what-is-going-on.html' title='I.... Really have no idea what is going on in this  movie I&apos;m watching.'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-5190532107596758678</id><published>2009-09-11T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:23:23.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Hopefully no one judges this by the fucking font fuckups. WHAT THE FUCK BLOGSPOT.&lt;br /&gt;Suck on that, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-5190532107596758678?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/5190532107596758678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/hopefully-no-one-judges-this-by-fucking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/5190532107596758678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/5190532107596758678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/hopefully-no-one-judges-this-by-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-5503308184078812661</id><published>2009-09-11T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:16:32.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm drinking Fresca right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think it's safe to say you are not a cougar when the person describing you as being a cougar is your husband and his reason is that when you are drunk you like to hit on younger men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Other qualifications for being a cougar usually includes being incredibly hot for your age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So... no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-5503308184078812661?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/5503308184078812661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-drinking-fresca-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/5503308184078812661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/5503308184078812661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-drinking-fresca-right-now.html' title='I&apos;m drinking Fresca right now'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-8645635957150042455</id><published>2009-09-11T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:12:45.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'm really excited to get to Rome for two reasons. One, it's uh... Rome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And two, I'm tired of hearing the same nasty story from this older woman who's friends with our neighbors. She's told me it three times now. All times drunk. I'll call her Joyce. The story goes like this: (all caps indicates yelling. she yells. it's how she talks.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joyce: RAAAACHAAAAAAAAAAEL! YOU'RE GOING TO ROME??? AHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Yeah, I'm super excited!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joyce: WELL, I have to tell you, watch out for those Italian men. I once had an Italian boyfriend and I would visit him. And I must tell you... Those Italian men have got moves. THEY'VE GOT MOVES! They make the best lovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is coming from a 60-65 year-old plastered woman. THREE TIMES. She's said this to me 3 times!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*I'm also anxious to get away because I've exhausted this phrase enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-8645635957150042455?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/8645635957150042455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-im-really-excited-to-get-to-rome-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/8645635957150042455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/8645635957150042455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-im-really-excited-to-get-to-rome-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-8398864294902501006</id><published>2009-09-11T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:21:30.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>give a dog a bone, you know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3  style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;just got mad at my tv for making too many "clang" noises... then I remembered I was partially watching an old movie about railroad spiker people... I don't know. Something with Charlton Heston.. But that's not the point. What is t&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;he point? Anyway, now they are hammering their chains so they can escape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-Now they have weapons! Go prisoners! Run to freedom! Follow the tracks!&lt;br /&gt;-Oh gosh. I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;-big mistake. They aren't following the tracks. And they're in the middle of the desert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-8398864294902501006?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/8398864294902501006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/give-dog-bone-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/8398864294902501006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/8398864294902501006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/give-dog-bone-you-know.html' title='give a dog a bone, you know.'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-1298225918392035774</id><published>2009-09-11T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:22:04.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>paddy whacks, you know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3  style="font-weight: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Something I don't understand is why people on craigslist DON'T put an image with what they're selling. I mean, I don't even bother. You just lost a POTENTIAL customer my friend. -&lt;/span&gt;Even though I MAY not actually be in the market for a really big, beautiful house in Beverly Hills with a big, beautiful, enticiing pool. STILL. Someone MAY actually be wanting to purchase such a thing. SO an image helps. - SERIOUSLY: I click the "has image" option so i don't even have to BOTHER skipping over all that junk. - also, if you're posting SAYS you have an image, I expect there to BE an image. Fucktards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-1298225918392035774?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/1298225918392035774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/paddy-whacks-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/1298225918392035774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/1298225918392035774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/paddy-whacks-you-know.html' title='paddy whacks, you know.'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-2267181098804476652</id><published>2009-09-11T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:22:24.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>knick knacks, you know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well, I'm not very good at keeping up with this. It's probably because I have too many.... I'm deleting them right now... well.... after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I feel like if celebrities were not greedy, like some claim they aren't, they would negotiate for lower contracts. I mean, it's not like they HAVE to be paid $32mil for an appearance on Two and a Half Men or something. They already have eno&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;ugh money to last them 10 lifetimes (if they're smart...), so why do they insist on enormous salaries? They have enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think they keep their large sums of monies as protection from the commoners. They can afford to shop at places that are extremely expensive and only other wealthy people do too (i.e. NOT the masses) so they buy their avoidance of the Townies at good ol' Target. There was some other reason I thought they insist on being paid ridiculously... but I can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to sip and reminisce on the days when I had a mustache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh. Oh boy. Got a pocket full of googly eyes. NO LIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-2267181098804476652?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/2267181098804476652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/knick-knacks-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/2267181098804476652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/2267181098804476652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/09/knick-knacks-you-know.html' title='knick knacks, you know.'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-3990204983883720878</id><published>2009-08-29T13:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:30:49.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;A couple with matching tool sunglasses. I don't know whether thats cute or disgusting. Oh wait. Its disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-3990204983883720878?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/3990204983883720878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/08/couple-with-matching-took-sunglasses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/3990204983883720878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/3990204983883720878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/08/couple-with-matching-took-sunglasses.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-1930483076637462056</id><published>2009-08-27T14:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:56:49.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;ve had kind of a dry spell with cleverness apparently. I apologize... Taylor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-1930483076637462056?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/1930483076637462056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-had-kind-of-dry-spell-with-cleverness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/1930483076637462056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/1930483076637462056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-had-kind-of-dry-spell-with-cleverness.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-3886398819263559569</id><published>2009-07-20T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:42:56.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really hope no one on this bus can hear me listening to &amp;#39;Disturbia&amp;#39;. Related to the earlier post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-3886398819263559569?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/3886398819263559569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-really-hope-no-one-on-this-bus-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/3886398819263559569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/3886398819263559569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-really-hope-no-one-on-this-bus-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-3159666282648004555</id><published>2009-07-20T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:02:53.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This girl&amp;#39;s headphones at the bus stop are really loud so I can hear beyoce&amp;#39;s song halo. I wonder if people can hear mine when I listen to Billy Joel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-3159666282648004555?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/3159666282648004555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-girl-headphones-at-bus-stop-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/3159666282648004555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/3159666282648004555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-girl-headphones-at-bus-stop-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-20736827695253727</id><published>2009-07-17T19:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T19:51:51.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m hoping the sky is super polluted tonight so the sunset over the pacific ocean will be that much more spectacular.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-20736827695253727?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/20736827695253727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hoping-sky-is-super-polluted-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/20736827695253727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/20736827695253727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hoping-sky-is-super-polluted-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-6478698497516133238</id><published>2009-07-17T16:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T16:31:35.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hustler Hollywood: A unique boutique. Yes. Indeed. Right next to Value Village.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-6478698497516133238?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/6478698497516133238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/hustler-hollywood-unique-boutique.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/6478698497516133238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/6478698497516133238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/hustler-hollywood-unique-boutique.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-2325659827622057255</id><published>2009-07-17T11:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:19:51.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just said &amp;#39;oh thats my wood&amp;#39; and &amp;#39;Ugh. So many balls!&amp;#39; both within a span of under a minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-2325659827622057255?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/2325659827622057255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-said-thats-my-wood-and-so-many.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/2325659827622057255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/2325659827622057255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-said-thats-my-wood-and-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-3616647465723927405</id><published>2009-07-16T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:02:31.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are some more "Tweeds" from last night. Tweed=tweet under the influence of weed. It's really great. You should try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:52PM: *whispering* do it for the brie.....&lt;br /&gt;10:35PM:But WHY WAX? They could have stood up wicks in anything!&lt;br /&gt;10:46PM: I want to get groovy in here.&lt;br /&gt;10:48PM: Ew. Remind me to delete that.&lt;br /&gt;11:00PM: A lake of brie?&lt;br /&gt;11:07PM: Its crazy right now. What is? TIME.&lt;br /&gt;11:09PM: You gettin jam on my cheese?&lt;br /&gt;11:12PM: It was like licking the vaginas of a thousand beautiful flowers.&lt;br /&gt;^a quote by ali&lt;br /&gt;11:44PM: It's probably scratching her nicely&lt;br /&gt;11:50PM: Why do i always manage to pour the water on me?&lt;br /&gt;12:47AM: Will, guess what I just did. Oh wait are you even awake?&lt;br /&gt;12:58AM: This is why I'm phat (Pretty Hefty And Thunderous)&lt;br /&gt;12:59AM: (this is why, this is why, this is why i'm phat)&lt;br /&gt;1:05AM: I did it all for the brie/the what?/the brie/ the what?/ the brie/ ok&lt;br /&gt;1:07AM: So you can take that brie and stick it on the BREAD!.... BREAD!.... BREAD!&lt;br /&gt;1:11AM: Gods! I've just been tweeding all night, haven't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an end to a fantastic night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-3616647465723927405?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/3616647465723927405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-are-some-more-tweeds-from-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/3616647465723927405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/3616647465723927405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-are-some-more-tweeds-from-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-3252558972631599111</id><published>2009-07-16T01:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:00:44.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What does the word &amp;#39;tender&amp;#39; even mean???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-3252558972631599111?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/3252558972631599111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-does-word-even-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/3252558972631599111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/3252558972631599111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-does-word-even-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-902030029524557347</id><published>2009-07-15T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:31:22.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm. possibly awkward</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I had to Google search how to spell 'clitorus' (pssh. Some woman I AM) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;because because because&lt;/span&gt; I was trying to tell someone that when I had heard that gods-awful Katy Peary song about waking up to a hooker in vegas or something there's a line that goes "shake the glitter of your clothes" and the way she sings it I thought she was saying "shake your clitorus". And I thought Hmm... maybe that's some new slang dance craze that I don't know about. Those fucking hipsters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO my point of this weird post was that I was thinking about how possibly the next person who used my computer would go to the Google search bar and start typing a 'c' word and 'clitorus' would be the first thing/most recent search. And that would be awkward. So, I'm going to "Clear Private Data Cache" please and thank you. Right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-902030029524557347?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/902030029524557347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmm-possibly-awkward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/902030029524557347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/902030029524557347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmm-possibly-awkward.html' title='hmm. possibly awkward'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-4579503750849496988</id><published>2009-07-15T14:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:25:38.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vnecks on most guys are really attractive. I think it's because they hint at the fact that there is more beyond their general neckline. This excludes deep v's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exclusion of deep v's is for this reason: there's nothing for the imagination to fill in. It's Ew you have a freakishly hairy/bald chest. Often the deep v's are worn by gays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-4579503750849496988?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/4579503750849496988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/vnecks-on-most-guys-are-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/4579503750849496988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/4579503750849496988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/vnecks-on-most-guys-are-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-7537923272263914048</id><published>2009-07-14T20:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:03:16.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My love handles are surprisingly cold most of the time. You&amp;#39;d think they&amp;#39;d be warm with &amp;#39;love&amp;#39;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-7537923272263914048?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/7537923272263914048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-love-handles-are-surprisingly-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/7537923272263914048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/7537923272263914048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-love-handles-are-surprisingly-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-3710470011206420976</id><published>2009-07-13T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:40:06.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whenever I've cut my nails, I've always say "Oh I'm going to remember when I cut them and see how long it takes for them to grow back," but never actually do. I'm not really sure what this has to do with anything, but just know that I trimmed my nails today, Monday July 13, 2009. So I can reference this later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-3710470011206420976?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/3710470011206420976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/whenever-ive-cut-my-nails-ive-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/3710470011206420976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/3710470011206420976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/whenever-ive-cut-my-nails-ive-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-7366953180600646583</id><published>2009-07-11T11:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:44:04.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are some things in life people do solely for the reaction of &amp;#39;oh my, look at him/her&amp;#39;. Such as slacklining, ordering fajitas, and driving yellow cars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-7366953180600646583?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/7366953180600646583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-are-some-things-in-life-people-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/7366953180600646583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/7366953180600646583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-are-some-things-in-life-people-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-7133993419871503557</id><published>2009-07-11T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:26:46.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, no reason in particular.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My "Tweets" from today, July 10th, and their times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6:21PM: Tweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10:28PM: I got wounded by a salad spinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10:32PM: 437. That doesn't work, guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10:38PM: Elephant. Is that an everyday thing? Yeah! As much as a satellite is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10:52PM: the snorlaxes are my favoritesss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10:53PM: Teresa Flipping a Table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11:07PM: WHEN LOVE TAKES OVAAAAAAH!!!! YEAH AY YEAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11:24PM: I've got tunnel vision to some English Muffins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11:27PM: Omg will, everything is swaying right now. Just a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless of course, I end up sending more between now and when I actually fall asleep. But! That will be tomorrow's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-7133993419871503557?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/7133993419871503557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-no-reason-in-particular.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/7133993419871503557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/7133993419871503557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-no-reason-in-particular.html' title='Oh, no reason in particular.'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-7265775878055661048</id><published>2009-07-09T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:48:54.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Xchange</title><content type='html'>Taylor: I'm going to guest write for your blog in one week.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Wait, what's in one week?&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: DOES IT MATTER?&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: NO I WAS JUST WONDERING WHY IN A WEEK YOU WOULD INSTEAD OF... TOMORROW OR SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: GODDAMN LEAVE ME TO MY OWN DEVICES FEMALE&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: YES SIR, MY SUPERIOR MALE BEING.&lt;br /&gt;Taylor:DONT LOWER YOURSELF IN SUCH A WAY IT MAKES ME SICK SHEEEEIIIIT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-7265775878055661048?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/7265775878055661048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/xchange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/7265775878055661048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/7265775878055661048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/xchange.html' title='Xchange'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-8516588236974108692</id><published>2009-07-09T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:25:17.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today may have been the first time that i&amp;#39;ve ever texted the word &amp;#39;broom&amp;#39;. Wasn&amp;#39;t as thrilling as I would have hoped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-8516588236974108692?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/8516588236974108692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-may-have-been-first-time-that-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/8516588236974108692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/8516588236974108692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-may-have-been-first-time-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-749197725355219480</id><published>2009-07-09T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:52:56.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There&amp;#39;s a toilet paper dispenser at safeco that says clean and soft. Thats something i already expect my toilet paper to be already, thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-749197725355219480?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/749197725355219480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-toilet-paper-dispenser-at-safeco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/749197725355219480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/749197725355219480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-toilet-paper-dispenser-at-safeco.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-3420736995763510802</id><published>2009-07-08T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:24:13.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at the cinema</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Do you fancy a....[static static static]....jolly good tea and....[static static static]....between the sheets all night...[static static static].....save the queen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-3420736995763510802?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/3420736995763510802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-cinema.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/3420736995763510802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/3420736995763510802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-cinema.html' title='at the cinema'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-508793925393916165</id><published>2009-07-08T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:15:15.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The picture on this blog? It's me. I'm blogging. I've also just finished off some melted chocolate in that pan to the left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-508793925393916165?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/508793925393916165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/picture-on-this-blog-its-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/508793925393916165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/508793925393916165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/picture-on-this-blog-its-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-60542136262708352</id><published>2009-07-08T23:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:10:17.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There&amp;#39;s nothing quite like being awakened by the sound of a cat throwing up. Then there&amp;#39;s the question of WHICH cat and WHERE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-60542136262708352?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/60542136262708352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-nothing-quite-like-being-awakened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/60542136262708352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/60542136262708352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-nothing-quite-like-being-awakened.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-3135611592895633389</id><published>2009-07-08T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:38:47.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m worried the parmasean in my popcorn will all be at the bottom of the bucket. Then I&amp;#39;ll just pour it into my mouth. Its a wonderful surprise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-3135611592895633389?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/3135611592895633389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-worried-parmasean-in-my-popcorn-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/3135611592895633389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/3135611592895633389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-worried-parmasean-in-my-popcorn-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-2663370785371217574</id><published>2009-07-08T17:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:55:31.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess no matter how many times i repeat the word 'milk' to my cat doesn't necessarily mean she'll comprehend that the glass in my hand has milk in it, which she likes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's also her birthday. Terrible 2's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-2663370785371217574?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/2663370785371217574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-guess-no-matter-how-many-times-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/2663370785371217574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/2663370785371217574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-guess-no-matter-how-many-times-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-2080724056119968911</id><published>2009-07-07T23:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:53:13.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like forgetting I have to shower. Until that moment when you KNOW you absolutely have to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-2080724056119968911?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/2080724056119968911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-like-forgetting-i-have-to-shower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/2080724056119968911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/2080724056119968911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-like-forgetting-i-have-to-shower.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-7887974936506586885</id><published>2009-07-07T23:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:31:25.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;It was litrally a wall of peas.&amp;quot; Make sure you say this with a British accent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-7887974936506586885?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/7887974936506586885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/was-litrally-wall-of-peas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/7887974936506586885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/7887974936506586885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/was-litrally-wall-of-peas.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-6728497000575260527</id><published>2009-07-07T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:09:16.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eat cheese, hustle hunnies: The life of someone who... Has their priorities not quite figured out. Or maybe, they have them EXACTLY figured out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-6728497000575260527?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/6728497000575260527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/eat-cheese-hustle-hunnies-life-of_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/6728497000575260527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/6728497000575260527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/eat-cheese-hustle-hunnies-life-of_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-1501915571008116171</id><published>2009-07-07T16:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:48:38.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>second. ok.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What exactly are the ethics of blogging? Like, I just blogged twice. In one day. Is that kosher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whatevs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's like frozen frosting. It's like the best of both worlds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cool Whip should go on tour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Best of Both Worlds, you could call it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-1501915571008116171?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/1501915571008116171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/second-ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/1501915571008116171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/1501915571008116171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/second-ok.html' title='second. ok.'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338916871393315927.post-2095638236672277236</id><published>2009-07-07T12:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:29:31.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first. yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wikipedia's Random Article has been giving me INCREDIBLY BORING RANDOM ARTICLES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, not very fun. Here's Sir Thomas Fremanti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/SlOh1V21bLI/AAAAAAAAAPI/NXFa3JeHu18/s1600-h/Sir_Thomas_Fremantle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/SlOh1V21bLI/AAAAAAAAAPI/NXFa3JeHu18/s320/Sir_Thomas_Fremantle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355802319645928626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do with this what you will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338916871393315927-2095638236672277236?l=ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/feeds/2095638236672277236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/2095638236672277236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338916871393315927/posts/default/2095638236672277236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotlotsofonelinerskindof.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-yes.html' title='first. yes.'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08896202042624963333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/ScoOeHwAlVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_Pf-kQM7aeI/S220/IMG_5080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1q4hQGycpxc/SlOh1V21bLI/AAAAAAAAAPI/NXFa3JeHu18/s72-c/Sir_Thomas_Fremantle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
