<?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-5131887778412428733</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:30:50.294-05:00</updated><category term='romance'/><category term='mobile'/><category term='pirates'/><category term='Johnny Depp'/><category term='pet peeves'/><category term='introduction'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='Book Blogger Appreciation Week'/><category term='tshirts'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='threadless'/><category term='J.K. Rowling'/><category term='J.R. Ward'/><category term='Sherrilyn Kenyon'/><category term='Black Dagger Brotherhood'/><category term='alcohol'/><category term='homeland security'/><category term='food'/><category term='Jonathan Rhys Meyers'/><category term='festival'/><category term='drink'/><category term='Jack Sparrow'/><category term='internet'/><category term='crawfish'/><category term='chat'/><category term='Dark-Hunters'/><category term='spoilers'/><category term='writing'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='Dexter'/><category term='update'/><title type='text'>Real Life is Overrated</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Y &amp;amp; J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00313151420774665805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131887778412428733.post-8895188297229206624</id><published>2008-10-25T01:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T02:00:43.042-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Buy a Contemporary - Save the World</title><content type='html'>This is being blogged about over at &lt;a href="http://www.smartbitchestrashybooks.com/index.php/weblog/comments/co-tmpe-thing/"&gt;Smart Bitches, Trashy Books&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://dearauthor.com/wordpress/2008/10/20/review-giveaway-flat-out-sexy-by-erin-mccarthy/"&gt;Dear Author&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;And Now: Buy a Contemporary, Save the World&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Here’s the deal: we dig this book. We dig this book like damn and whoa, and we think you will too. So, in order to spread the word and the opportunity to read it we’re doing a multi-level giveaway in tandem with our reviews of &lt;i&gt;Flat Out Sexy&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;Part the First: free books!&lt;/b&gt; Leave a comment, and you’re automatically entered to win a copy. We each have 10 copies of the book to give away, so drop a word here and at Dear Author and double your chances. Comments will be open for 24 hours starting now. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;Second: Spread the Word!&lt;/b&gt; Below is a Sprout widget about our campaign, and a simpler animated graphic. Right-click-and-save the graphic, or grab the Sprout for yourself, and put it on your site. Let us know that you’ve done so via email, and you’ll be entered to win a copy of the book, &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; a $100 gift certificate to Amazon.com, where you can buy many, many books. Oh, the delightful zest of the phrase, “Many, many books.” Spread the word, let us know, and you’re entered to win. That’s it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, grab the sprout for yourself.  Check it Erin McCarthy's book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flat Out Sexy&lt;/span&gt;.  I know I plan to ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131887778412428733-8895188297229206624?l=rlio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/feeds/8895188297229206624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131887778412428733&amp;postID=8895188297229206624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/8895188297229206624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/8895188297229206624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/2008/10/buy-contemporary-save-world.html' title='Buy a Contemporary - Save the World'/><author><name>Yvette St. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108478418098394404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131887778412428733.post-2562811718550842136</id><published>2008-09-05T10:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:49:08.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Blogger Appreciation Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Book Blogger Appreciation Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We saw that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebookbinge.blogspot.com/2008/08/book-blogger-appreciation-week.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rowena&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; blogged about this over at The Book Binge, and thought it was a great idea – especially as we’re just deciding our focus to be books, movies and other things that take us out of real life for a while ;) So we’re trying to spread the word, and of course participate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/2008/08/book-blogger-appreciation-week.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Friend Amy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; is putting together a Book Blogger Appreciation Week. The first of it’s kind.  It's running September 15th thru the 19th!  Check out Amy’s blog for more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great way to show appreciation and respect for our fellow book bloggers – and give them the kudos they deserve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re a blogger – Go Register! At the very least you get added to a Book Blog Directory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re a reader – Go Register!! Go Vote!! There are daily giveaways that you get entered into for registering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131887778412428733-2562811718550842136?l=rlio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/feeds/2562811718550842136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131887778412428733&amp;postID=2562811718550842136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/2562811718550842136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/2562811718550842136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/2008/09/book-blogger-appreciation-week.html' title='Book Blogger Appreciation Week'/><author><name>Yvette St. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108478418098394404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131887778412428733.post-2428402593794210009</id><published>2008-08-28T16:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:48:50.634-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark-Hunters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Pet Peeves</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have a ton of pet peeves.  Things that irrationally annoy the hell out of me.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t let them bother me like they do, but *shrug* who can help it??  Now my pet peeves range the whole gambit of life, from idiots that drive under the speed-limit in the passing lane to people that have more than 10/15/20 items in the “Express” lanes to liars, cheats and jerks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here though, I’m gonna talk about my book pet-peeves.  Those things in novels (or about/associated with them) that just twist me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Improper spelling/grammar.  Of course I know that there are going to be typos.  I make a million of them myself.  I know that occasionally a person is going to use an incorrect word that spell check simply won’t catch because it’s still a real word.  I can forgive small things.  Most of the time they don’t pull me out of the story.  My problem is when they’re so glaring and obvious – and repeated – that I get annoyed.  I can’t get into a story that has issues like this.  It jars me out of it, and leaves me hanging.  More often than not, I’ll remember the problems and not the story.  And definitely walk away with the author firmly in my Never Buy Again list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Inconsistencies.  I tend to be slightly more forgiving of inconsistencies in a series.  Especially one with a large intricate world, with lots of characters.  But it still bothers me.  I start to wonder which is correct.  For example if I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been told for 4 books that a person has something specific and memorable, then suddenly in the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; book it changes, I get annoyed.  Wondering what the story is on why it changed, or if it’s just a mistake.  But the inconsistencies that bother me the most are in single novels.  200 to 500 page paperbacks.  No more than 3 or 4 main characters.  How does a person go from lounging on the floor one moment to (a paragraph later) standing against the wall??  I can’t handle that.  The action needs to at least be logical.  I can fill in some blanks, but when there was obviously no movement – or there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t appear to be – how can I follow.  I start to get lost in that instead of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we seeing a pattern here?  I get pulled out of the story and I get annoyed.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This next one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t pull me out of the story, but is my own little issue.  I absolutely, positively can NOT read a series out of order.  Now, I’ll clarify this slightly.  As I usually don’t really get into short stories in anthologies, I don’t mind reading those out of order.  But the main novels of a series?  Absolutely have to read them in order.  And here’s my problem.  Series are NOT clearly marked 1. that they’re part of a series and 2. what book in the series they are.  This is horrible!  For example, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sherrilyn&lt;/span&gt; Kenyon’s Dark-Hunter novels are marked “A Dark-Hunter Novel.”  Okay.  That’s great.  Obviously part of a series that has its own name.  Which one is Night Play?  Or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Acheron&lt;/span&gt;?  How am I supposed to know when I’m at the bookstore just browsing?  (And SK’s books are just an example – there are far too many out there to name them all).  So, I don’t buy the book.  Or any by that author, because chances are if an author writes one series, they write other series – and how I am to know anything about any of them.  I’ll try to write down or remember the author’s name and/or the name of the novel that looked interesting so I could check it out when I get home, but *shrug* I sometimes forget by the time I get there.  Which results in lost sales.  PUBLISHERS!  Are you listening??  I impulse buy books.  But I’ll quickly forget them if I get discouraged.  It’s not hard to put on the spine: Dark-Hunter 1, Dark-Hunter 2.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t take up much space.  Honestly.  Or even on the page where it lists “Other books by so-and-so” put the reading order.  If I pick up a book that’s 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; in the series because it looks interesting, I’ll usually read up to that book at least.  That’s 5 book sales lost by not having the damn order listed somewhere convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Another thing that annoys me, and it’s a large reason that I don’t borrow books out a whole lot, are people that fold over pages.  Or unnecessarily destroy the spine of a novel.  Yes, it’s meant to be enjoyed.  Yes, it’s meant to be read.  But does any of that mean that you have to ruin a lovely item?  Books are like … air to me.  Precious and necessary to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ll leave it at that.  No, this is definitely not an all-inclusive list, but it does cover some of the more &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hulk inducing&lt;/span&gt; ones of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some of your pet-peeves?  If they’re something that can be fixed, what’s a possible solution?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131887778412428733-2428402593794210009?l=rlio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/feeds/2428402593794210009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131887778412428733&amp;postID=2428402593794210009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/2428402593794210009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/2428402593794210009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/2008/08/pet-peeves.html' title='Pet Peeves'/><author><name>Yvette St. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108478418098394404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131887778412428733.post-2168108921163489003</id><published>2008-06-27T07:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T07:33:27.979-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Dagger Brotherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sherrilyn Kenyon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spoilers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark-Hunters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J.K. Rowling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J.R. Ward'/><title type='text'>To Spoil or Not to Spoil...</title><content type='html'>I got to thinking this morning about spoilers.  There are a lot of books that I am waiting on, and some spoilers are all over the place, others - nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love spoilers?  Avoid them like the plague?  Or something in-between perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I find it's different (and more/less difficult) depending on the book or series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, Harry Potter &amp;amp; the Deathly Hallows (by J.K. Rowling), I was adamant that I wasn't going to read ANY spoilers.  Nothing even close.  I didn't want to know &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; before cracking open the book.  And I didn't.  I had friends (who didn't read HP) read reviews looking for anything spoiler related...they were my scanners ;)  But it paid off, I opened that book at midnight not knowing a thing.  Sure, I had my suspicions, but who didn't after so many years of speculating.  And I'll tell you, it was validating to me to open that book while waiting in line, and see on the inside cover:  No blurb.  Nothing.  Just a note presenting the final volume of the Harry Potter saga.  It made it all worth it for me.  And that night, and the next morning took me on a journey that I can never repeat without knowing.  I wouldn't trade that for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Black Dagger Brotherhood (by J.R. Ward) I have such a hard time avoiding spoilers.  I don't know what it is.  I just can't resist.  I want to know, and know NOW!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.  I'll admit I got a lot of spoilers prior to Lover Enshrined.  But it didn't ruin the story for me.  I still had plenty of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; moments.  I have determined that I'm going to avoid spoilers for her next book, &lt;em&gt;Lover Avenged&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rehv's&lt;/span&gt; book.  I'm not reading anything about the book unless it comes from her mouth.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.  Adamant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the other kind.  The part that just isn't interested in seeking out spoilers.  I haven't read a single spoiler for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sherrilyn&lt;/span&gt; Kenyon's next Dark-Hunter book - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Acheron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  Not because I'm not excited about the story.  Not because I don't LOVE Ash.  Because I'm just not interested in spoilers, and I'm waiting (as patiently as I can) to find the journey that SK wants to take me on.  Honestly, I don't even know if there &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; spoilers out there for Ash's book yet.  And it's never occurred to me to go look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  How do you feel about spoilers?  Love 'em?  Hate 'em?  Or does it just depend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131887778412428733-2168108921163489003?l=rlio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/feeds/2168108921163489003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131887778412428733&amp;postID=2168108921163489003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/2168108921163489003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/2168108921163489003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-spoil-or-not-to-spoil.html' title='To Spoil or Not to Spoil...'/><author><name>Yvette St. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108478418098394404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131887778412428733.post-4419619014563402736</id><published>2008-06-03T20:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:52:36.006-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tshirts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dexter'/><title type='text'>T-Shirt Tuesday - Tools</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/imagescataloglarge10_7512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/imagescataloglarge10_7512.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started watching Dexter last year at the behest of a good friend.  I *heart* Dexter.  Such a great sense of humor, which I don't think a lot of people would see unless they're like me - LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this shirt, and immediately knew I had to share.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131887778412428733-4419619014563402736?l=rlio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/feeds/4419619014563402736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131887778412428733&amp;postID=4419619014563402736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/4419619014563402736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/4419619014563402736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/2008/06/t-shirt-tuesday-tools.html' title='T-Shirt Tuesday - Tools'/><author><name>Yvette St. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108478418098394404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131887778412428733.post-3638847650728649230</id><published>2008-06-02T00:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:19:04.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Touch of Twilight in 160</title><content type='html'>Third in the series. Animism, doppelgangers, and bad chi - oh my! Ben or Hunter... Ben or Hunter? A name is EVERYTHING. Zoe's return? Bring on the fourth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harpercollins.com/books/9780060898939/The_Touch_of_Twilight/index.aspx"&gt;The Touch of Twilight by Vicki Pettersson ~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EOS Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131887778412428733-3638847650728649230?l=rlio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/feeds/3638847650728649230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131887778412428733&amp;postID=3638847650728649230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/3638847650728649230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/3638847650728649230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/2008/06/touch-of-twilight-in-160.html' title='Touch of Twilight in 160'/><author><name>Julia O'Keeffe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293623289150754210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131887778412428733.post-2716424566952805439</id><published>2008-05-27T08:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:41:43.193-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>I don't have any excuse as good at Julia's, but I will be back soon as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been REALLY busy organizing and editing pictures - and promise to share some (along with my story of movie magic in Small Town, America) as soon as possible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131887778412428733-2716424566952805439?l=rlio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/feeds/2716424566952805439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131887778412428733&amp;postID=2716424566952805439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/2716424566952805439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/2716424566952805439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/2008/05/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>Yvette St. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108478418098394404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131887778412428733.post-6331818361857340973</id><published>2008-05-26T02:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T02:59:54.154-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Technical difficulties...</title><content type='html'>I've been gone for awhile but will be back soon.  Real life really is overrated and has gotten in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, my laptop is in the computer hospital for an undetermined amount of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131887778412428733-6331818361857340973?l=rlio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/feeds/6331818361857340973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131887778412428733&amp;postID=6331818361857340973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/6331818361857340973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/6331818361857340973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/2008/05/technical-difficulties.html' title='Technical difficulties...'/><author><name>Julia O'Keeffe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293623289150754210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131887778412428733.post-3689371622349075140</id><published>2008-05-08T19:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T19:21:37.743-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drink'/><title type='text'>Thirsty Thursday - Old Time</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd do my "signature" drink, I guess you'd call it.  Though I don't drink it all the time, it is the one thing that I consistently drink....others just come and go.  Maybe I'll get into those another week ;)  So introducing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Southern Comfort Old Fashioned Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;"&gt;1 oz &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Southern Comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp &lt;a href="http://www.drinksmixer.com/desc605.html"&gt;sugar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 drops &lt;a href="http://www.drinksmixer.com/desc55.html"&gt;bitters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 oz &lt;a href="http://www.drinksmixer.com/desc132.html"&gt;7-Up® soda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 splash &lt;a href="http://www.drinksmixer.com/desc102.html"&gt;grenadine syrup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add drops of bitters to bottom of glass and stir in sugar. Once bitters and sugar are combined, add ice and pour in SoCo. Top off with 7-up/Sprite and add a splash of grenadine. Serve with cherries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's more common where I'm from to be a Brandy Old Fashioned, but I prefer the taste of Southern Comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/5131887778412428733-3689371622349075140?l=rlio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/feeds/3689371622349075140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131887778412428733&amp;postID=3689371622349075140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/3689371622349075140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/3689371622349075140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/2008/05/thirsty-thursday-old-time.html' title='Thirsty Thursday - Old Time'/><author><name>Yvette St. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108478418098394404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131887778412428733.post-5275327652164817396</id><published>2008-05-06T21:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:24:24.058-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tshirts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crawfish'/><title type='text'>T-shirt Tuesday -  Go ahead, wipe your hands on it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm282/reallifeisoverrated/crawfish-detail-35487.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm282/reallifeisoverrated/crawfish-detail-35487.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nearing the end of crawfish season in southern Louisiana.  Any crawfish boil is a messy occassion.  If it isn't - you're not doing it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why waste rolls of paper towels? Go green!  As the &lt;a href="http://www.dirtycoast.com/product_view.php?id=55"&gt;makers of this shirt&lt;/a&gt; say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Crawfish are ugly, bottom-feeding bugs . . . and they are wonderfully delicious. It is a right of passage to go to a boil and learn the process.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;A shirt meant to be worn to a crawfish boil and free to be used as your napkin. Wipe your hands freely. It will just add to the design.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Pick, Pull, Suck, Pinch, Repeat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From one of my favorite shops, &lt;a href="http://www.dirtycoast.com/home.php"&gt;Dirty Coast&lt;/a&gt;.  No copyright infringement intended, just sharing the great designs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131887778412428733-5275327652164817396?l=rlio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/feeds/5275327652164817396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131887778412428733&amp;postID=5275327652164817396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/5275327652164817396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/5275327652164817396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/2008/05/t-shirt-tuesday-go-ahead-wipe-your.html' title='T-shirt Tuesday -  Go ahead, wipe your hands on it'/><author><name>Julia O'Keeffe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293623289150754210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131887778412428733.post-290158808497097640</id><published>2008-05-06T20:37:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:20:55.197-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack Sparrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pirates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tshirts'/><title type='text'>T-Shirt Tuesday - A Pirates Life For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm282/reallifeisoverrated/bustedtees29ef6504ecda71219200890cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm282/reallifeisoverrated/bustedtees29ef6504ecda71219200890cd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed out loud when I saw this, and immediately thought: "I need that!!!"  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm282/reallifeisoverrated/bustedteesc55516715df1b6101e8b9088d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm282/reallifeisoverrated/bustedteesc55516715df1b6101e8b9088d.jpg" alt="" 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;Available for order &lt;a href="http://www.bustedtees.com/sparrow" target="_blank"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131887778412428733-290158808497097640?l=rlio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/feeds/290158808497097640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131887778412428733&amp;postID=290158808497097640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/290158808497097640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/290158808497097640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/2008/05/t-shirt-tuesday-pirates-life-for-me.html' title='T-Shirt Tuesday - A Pirates Life For Me'/><author><name>Yvette St. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108478418098394404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131887778412428733.post-2736588339163435627</id><published>2008-05-02T22:19:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T22:41:01.401-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Friday Fiction:  A Story: A-Z</title><content type='html'>Surfing the web, we found this &lt;a href="http://www.writersdigest.com/WritingPrompts/" target="_blank"&gt;great site with writing prompts&lt;/a&gt;.  Thought this one sounded fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Let's write a story together. Add one sentence to help further the story (you can read the sentences before it to stay on theme). There is one catch: You must start your sentence with the alphabet letter that follows the one that started the prior sentence. For example, if the last sentence is "The sun was shining bright that morning," the first word of your sentence must start with a "U." (When it gets to "Z," start back again with "A.")&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's our start to it...we'll continue this until the story is complete.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julia's lines will be teal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvette's will be purple&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Better late than never," is what people always say.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Can't say they were especially right this time.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;During the last few months, I'd come to dread what was about to happen, and wished it would just go away.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Everytime I thought about it, I got sick to my stomach...you know, the big ass butterflies that want out...and I thought about it often.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Forget about "mind over matter" when it's your mind that's the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Gary rang the doorbell, just like every other morning, and I answered against my better judgement.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; He had that look --  the condecsending one that made me feel two feet tall.   &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I let him in thinking: If he looks at me like that again I'm gonna...oh, who am I kidding, he's been looking at me like that for months now.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joining me for lunch today?" I asked him.   &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Killing all my hope for that day he smirked and answered: "Of course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go for sushi," I said hopefully, thinking at least that way I'd get something good out of the deal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts wandered as he strolled around my apartment like he owned it and in a sense he did, because he "owned" me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined dating an actor would turn out like this.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Others envy me but they have no idea.   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Perhaps if I had realized just how insecure the industry made people, I would have thought twice about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; "Quit thinking so much, we'll get sushi for lunch," he said as he opened the door for us to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Ready!" and with that, I tucked the camera in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To be continued....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131887778412428733-2736588339163435627?l=rlio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/feeds/2736588339163435627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131887778412428733&amp;postID=2736588339163435627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/2736588339163435627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/2736588339163435627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/2008/05/friday-fiction-story-z.html' title='Friday Fiction:  A Story: A-Z'/><author><name>Y &amp;amp; J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00313151420774665805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131887778412428733.post-8654873202922114390</id><published>2008-05-01T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:31:28.629-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drink'/><title type='text'>Thirsty Thursday - I like it dirty...</title><content type='html'>I have to feature my all-time favorite drink in my first Thirsty Thursday post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martini_%28cocktail%29"&gt;martini&lt;/a&gt; is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;traditionally&lt;/span&gt; made with gin and a splash of vermouth.  Add a splash of olive "juice," and a couple of olives, stuffed or plain, and you have the Dirty Martini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go into the history, the variations in qualities of gin, the benefits and drawbacks to various amounts of vermouth, the great controversy over shaking vs. stirring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, it's simple: Follow the above instructions...drink...ENJOY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131887778412428733-8654873202922114390?l=rlio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/feeds/8654873202922114390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131887778412428733&amp;postID=8654873202922114390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/8654873202922114390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/8654873202922114390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/2008/05/thirsty-thursday-i-like-it-dirty.html' title='Thirsty Thursday - I like it dirty...'/><author><name>Julia O'Keeffe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293623289150754210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131887778412428733.post-62558607894405622</id><published>2008-05-01T21:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:24:46.436-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drink'/><title type='text'>Thirsty Thursday - Enchantress</title><content type='html'>This drink sounds interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enchantress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Part Amaretto&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Part Creme de Cacao&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Part Triple Sec&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Splash Grenadine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fill With Milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;Blending Instructions: &lt;/h4&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Combine alcoholic ingredients in glass over ice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fill to top with milk, add splash of grenadine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stir gently&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I love amareto....I'm not entirely sure about the milk, but I may have to try this next time I'm at the bar ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131887778412428733-62558607894405622?l=rlio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/feeds/62558607894405622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131887778412428733&amp;postID=62558607894405622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/62558607894405622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/62558607894405622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/2008/05/thirsty-thursday-enchantress.html' title='Thirsty Thursday - Enchantress'/><author><name>Yvette St. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108478418098394404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131887778412428733.post-5896863375976944938</id><published>2008-04-29T20:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:34:26.606-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tshirts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='threadless'/><title type='text'>T-Shirt Tuesday - The only reason to leave the house...</title><content type='html'>I need one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know if I'd ever have an occasion to wear it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/product/1082/The_Internet_Was_Closed?streetteam=rlio" title="The Internet Was Closed... - Threadless, Best T-shirts Ever"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.threadless.com/productbanner/1082/banner1.png" alt="The Internet Was Closed... - Threadless, Best T-shirts Ever" border="0" height="200" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131887778412428733-5896863375976944938?l=rlio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/feeds/5896863375976944938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131887778412428733&amp;postID=5896863375976944938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/5896863375976944938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/5896863375976944938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/2008/04/t-shirt-tuesday-only-reason-to-leave.html' title='T-Shirt Tuesday - The only reason to leave the house...'/><author><name>Julia O'Keeffe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293623289150754210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131887778412428733.post-8427226970553516809</id><published>2008-04-29T19:13:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:34:44.025-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeland security'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tshirts'/><title type='text'>T-Shirt Tuesday: Homeland Security</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s299.photobucket.com/albums/mm282/reallifeisoverrated/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hs_johnny_depp.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm282/reallifeisoverrated/hs_johnny_depp.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfing around the web a while back, and I find a picture of  Johnny Depp wearing this shirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm282/reallifeisoverrated/HomelandSecurity1492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm282/reallifeisoverrated/HomelandSecurity1492.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I LOVE it!  (It probably doesn't hurt that I'm a huge Johnny Depp fan *wink*)  Then randomly, the other day, Julia sends me a &lt;a href="http://www.jrmfansite.org/2007/10/476" target="_blank"&gt;link where Jonathan Rhys Meyers&lt;/a&gt; is saying he admires JD's style....and specifically mentions this shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available for order &lt;a href="http://westwindworld.com//store/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;cPath=73&amp;amp;sort=20a&amp;amp;page=1" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.  As WestWindWorld says "no indigenous people were exploited in the making of this shirt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp owns one.  Jonathan Rhys Meyers wants one.  What more needs to be said?  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131887778412428733-8427226970553516809?l=rlio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/feeds/8427226970553516809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131887778412428733&amp;postID=8427226970553516809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/8427226970553516809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/8427226970553516809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/2008/04/t-shirt-tuesday-homeland-security.html' title='T-Shirt Tuesday: Homeland Security'/><author><name>Yvette St. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108478418098394404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131887778412428733.post-8837863886795598725</id><published>2008-04-28T20:48:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:08:49.050-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonathan Rhys Meyers'/><title type='text'>Movie Monday - "Tangled"</title><content type='html'>A younger Jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tries to talk without his accent.  It sounds...different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Leigh Cook reminds me of a goldfish.  Or a Kewpie doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan (JRM) believes in the "beauty of the impulsive act"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he stands on the roof of a moving car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s299.photobucket.com/albums/mm282/reallifeisoverrated/movies/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Tangled5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm282/reallifeisoverrated/movies/Tangled5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smooshes a Twinkie on her face and licks it off.&lt;br /&gt;A relationship is born:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s299.photobucket.com/albums/mm282/reallifeisoverrated/movies/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Tangled6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm282/reallifeisoverrated/movies/Tangled6.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just like the shot of his tongue.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His college friend is in love with RLC's character, Jenny.  Tells her Alan is trouble. Much "so-called life" dialogue.  You know, the incredibly articulate, poetic, tortured stuff that was all the rage in the early 90s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan responds thusly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s299.photobucket.com/albums/mm282/reallifeisoverrated/movies/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Tangled30.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm282/reallifeisoverrated/movies/Tangled30.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The dialogue for this scene: "Yes, this is my ass, and I figured since this is how you see me....the people at Kinkos were none too happy..."  On a kite.  LMAO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny sets up camera to take portrait for photography class.  Alan decides this is opportunity to strip down to nothing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s299.photobucket.com/albums/mm282/reallifeisoverrated/movies/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Tangled11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm282/reallifeisoverrated/movies/Tangled11.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I can't upload that picture, the scene is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DDg3rrBBsA4"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. NSFW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that  - lot of shit goes down - betrayal, drama, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big love triangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so-so till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point I thought, "Heh, it's like an R-rated after-school special"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending was pretty good.  In a psychological thriller, dark, puzzle solving kinda way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more time that passes since I've seen it, the more I want to see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RATING:  4/5 = Putting it on the To Buy list!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131887778412428733-8837863886795598725?l=rlio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/feeds/8837863886795598725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131887778412428733&amp;postID=8837863886795598725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/8837863886795598725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/8837863886795598725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/2008/04/movie-monday-tangled.html' title='Movie Monday - &quot;Tangled&quot;'/><author><name>Julia O'Keeffe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293623289150754210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm282/reallifeisoverrated/movies/th_Tangled5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131887778412428733.post-8795672562073440962</id><published>2008-04-28T20:17:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T18:59:26.050-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Depp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Movie Monday - "Cry-Baby"</title><content type='html'>In honor of the &lt;a href="http://www.crybabyonbroadway.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Broadway&lt;/a&gt; musical opening on April 25th, I decided to do a review of the 1990 John Waters cult classic - Cry-Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp is Wade "Cry-Baby" Walker, an Elvis inspired character, in a Grease type-ish movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_0052.jpg" alt="" 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;Square Allison meets Drape "Cry-Baby" getting the Polio vaccination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_0072.jpg" alt="" 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;The Cry-Baby gang meets up with Wanda's mother leaving school:&lt;br /&gt;"Now remember kids, always look both ways before crossing a street..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_0128.jpg" alt="" 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;The Cry-Baby Gang: Milton, Hatchet-Face, Cry-Baby, Pepper (Rikki Lake), and Wanda (Traci Lords).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_0254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_0254.jpg" alt="" 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;The Whiffles: Baldwin - and the nameless 3 (if they have names I haven't got a clue what they are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_0163.jpg" alt="" 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;Taking singing in the car to a whole new level (Singing to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gee&lt;/span&gt; by the Crows to Allison)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_0280.jpg" alt="" 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;After the gang heads home (to Turkey Point) they come upon Uncle Belvidere (Iggy Pop) taking a bath in a barrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_0406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_0406.jpg" alt="" 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;During the Talent Show: Baldwin sees Allison as his bride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_0410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_0410.jpg" alt="" 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;But she sees nothing but Cry-Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_0449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_0449.jpg" alt="" 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;Cry-Baby goes to the Talent Show to get Allison.  It was a long bike ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_0595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_0595.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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;Just One Night of Fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Our bazooms are our weapons...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_0792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_0792.jpg" alt="" 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;a href="http://s202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/?action=view&amp;amp;current=TheKiss.flv" target="_blank"&gt;The Kiss&lt;/a&gt; "Watch.  It's easy.  You just..open your mouth...and I open mine...and we wiggle our tongues together." (Can JD come teach me??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_1159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_1159.jpg" alt="" 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;There's mayhem, fighting, court and then...&lt;br /&gt;Playing guitar in juvenile detention on a tissue box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_1379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_1379.jpg" alt="" 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;Cry-Baby hears disturbing news on the radio, and starts singing, instigating a "riot."  Resulting in getting sprayed with a fire hose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_1510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_1510.jpg" alt="" 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;Attempting an escape Cry-Baby loses his pants....and ends up breaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; the juvie-barber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_1791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_1791.jpg" alt="" 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;Allison comes pleading for them to let her man go.  Then: Look!  A phone will break the glass!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_1865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_1865.jpg" alt="" 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;Baldwin (of the Whiffles) makes some nasty comments to Cry-Baby - who then challenges him to a game a chicken.  "How 'bout you and me on TOP of the car?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_1949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/pulsahead/Johnny%20Depp%20Movies/Cry%20Baby/crybaby_1949.jpg" alt="" 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;...And a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some interesting facts from the movie extras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp did this movie for a few reasons, John Waters (director) was one of his heroes, he loved the script, and it let him make fun of the image that he'd gotten doing 21 Jumpstreet (he hated that image).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Locane (Allison) was 17 when she made this movie, and said that she'd kissed before, but not tons, so: "Johnny Depp pretty much taught me how to kiss.  He was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; good kisser" :P (I'm jealous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp does not sing in this movie.  He lip syncs.  And he was worried about the dance sequences:  "I just don't dance.  I don't get it.  It's just not my thing."  As the casting director put it "Johnny has two left feet, and is self-conscious of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on set, the FBI came to arrest Traci Lords.  Everyone on the set supported her, and said "Okay, where do we hide her."  She was mortified by it.  So everybody started saying "We've all been arrested....we've all been to jail."   Almost every person on that set was arrested for something including: white slavery, grand theft auto, kidnapping, and even murder.   JD was arrested for assault in Vancouver and said "I was in the pokey...for a few hours too many ;)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freakin' LOVE this movie.  I had it for years on VHS, and wore out the tape.  Finally bought it again on DVD.  Definitely a must-see.  Johnny Depp is great in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131887778412428733-8795672562073440962?l=rlio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/feeds/8795672562073440962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131887778412428733&amp;postID=8795672562073440962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/8795672562073440962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/8795672562073440962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/2008/04/movie-monday-cry-baby.html' title='Movie Monday - &quot;Cry-Baby&quot;'/><author><name>Yvette St. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108478418098394404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131887778412428733.post-8777978463609481206</id><published>2008-04-27T01:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:13:20.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Fairs, Festivals &amp; Foods - Oh My!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s finally spring!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Birds are singing, snow has melted, rain is falling&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my basement is flooding.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s finally here! After a LONG winter, it’s most welcome too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m enjoying going outside without a 10lb coat, hat, gloves, and scarf. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(It took me 20 minutes just to get all that on in the mornings!) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Spring always puts me in mind of beautiful weather, playing with my dog, and the start of the fair and festival season.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love fairs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love festivals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During the season there’s one going on pretty much every weekend, and I usually end up at one twice a month.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So much fun to be had in one place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Games to play – and yes, I know they’re rigged for you to lose, but that’s not the point – rides to ride, and my favorite part: The food!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A few years ago I went to the Wisconsin State Fair, for the first time even though I’ve lived in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Wisconsin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; for my whole life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The food is the main attraction there…well that and the farm animal judging and auctions (although that’s not my cup of tea).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So the food.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s what I went for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Spent the whole day there, walking around, looking at food, eating food, smelling the food.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was great.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m sure the foods are different everywhere, but here in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Wisconsin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; the foods tend to focus around three main staples: &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Meat, Cheese, and Dessert. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can’t forget the beer! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the meat, you can get steak sandwiches, porkchop on a stick, burgers, gyros, bison burritos, corn-dogs, and of course beer brats.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had the best pulled pork sandwich there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Messy as heck, but hey, I wasn’t there to keep my hands clean.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cheese is on everything there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s added to the meats, the baked potatoes, and the chili-cheese fries.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then you’ve got the cheese-on-a-stick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pretty good, although nothing compares to my absolute favorite fair food.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fried cheese curds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Battered, gooey, salty, hot and awesome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My mouth waters just thinking about them, and I can’t wait to get to the first fair to order some.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The last main staple is dessert.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think a lot of these are pretty normal at fairs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Funnel cake, elephant ears, and ice cream.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The best one, and the one that I usually get the most of are the cream puffs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I stood in line for over 20 minutes with 200 other people, waiting to get to one of 15 windows that were serving them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Zig-zaging through a mile long line to get a heavenly treat that melts in your mouth. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The first time I ever had them I made the mistake of only getting one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then had to go back and stand in line to get a six-pack to-go box.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m usually stuffed by the time the day’s over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And that’s fine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t eat for the next few days, and it’s well worth it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m already looking for the schedule of the fairs for this year.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So if I visit someplace during fair season, be assured I’ll be there!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What are some of your favorites?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What’s an absolute must try?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131887778412428733-8777978463609481206?l=rlio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/feeds/8777978463609481206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131887778412428733&amp;postID=8777978463609481206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/8777978463609481206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/8777978463609481206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/2008/04/fairs-festivals-foods-oh-my.html' title='Fairs, Festivals &amp; Foods - Oh My!'/><author><name>Yvette St. John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108478418098394404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131887778412428733.post-6989262939985559840</id><published>2008-04-26T00:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T00:45:11.386-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introduction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chat'/><title type='text'>What you're in for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvette:&lt;/span&gt; So, we were trying to decide on how to do the intro, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvette:&lt;/span&gt; ran into a couple of .... shall we say, issues. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julia:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah...um...like we can't ever make decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvette:&lt;/span&gt; Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvette:&lt;/span&gt; Probably because we overthink things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvette:&lt;/span&gt; And then do it all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julia:&lt;/span&gt; Except add to that, that we're total procastinators.  So we put off the not-making of decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvette:&lt;/span&gt; LOL.  Very true.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvette:&lt;/span&gt; Why do today what we can put off until tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julia:&lt;/span&gt; Exactly.  Except we really need to start posting here. No one wants to look at a blank page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvette:&lt;/span&gt; Including us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julia:&lt;/span&gt; Especially us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julia:&lt;/span&gt; So...here's the intro post.  Don't expect some eloquent, organized exposition on who we are or what we're about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvette:&lt;/span&gt; Cuz you're not gonna get that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvette:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, yeah.  We tend to topic jump too.  So when we do decide to do something, and do it now, then we keep getting off track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvette:&lt;/span&gt; But at least we do it together - we have our own WiFi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julia:&lt;/span&gt; And if you like stream-of-consciousness thoughts, random video files, websites, observations on the world around us and info on all things Johnny Depp and Jonathan Rhys Meyers - you are SO in the right place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvette:&lt;/span&gt; Oh absolutely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvette:&lt;/span&gt; Because we'll cover all those topics and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvette:&lt;/span&gt; I got a jar of dirt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julia:&lt;/span&gt; ...and guess what's inside it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvette:&lt;/span&gt; Oh. Um.  Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvette:&lt;/span&gt; Expect references to inane and funny things often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julia:&lt;/span&gt; And if you can't follow where it came from: ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julia:&lt;/span&gt; We may or may not be able to give you that answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvette:&lt;/span&gt; With "may not" being a distinct possibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julia:&lt;/span&gt; Because, well, we live in our heads - (and each other's heads for that matter.)  And because we've determined that real life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvette:&lt;/span&gt; is overrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131887778412428733-6989262939985559840?l=rlio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/feeds/6989262939985559840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131887778412428733&amp;postID=6989262939985559840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/6989262939985559840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131887778412428733/posts/default/6989262939985559840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlio.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-youre-in-for.html' title='What you&apos;re in for...'/><author><name>Y &amp;amp; J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00313151420774665805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
