<?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-32082108</id><updated>2012-01-15T13:17:53.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BingBongBoom!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>A place for anything and everything that comes to mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>707</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-2906781754177890734</id><published>2012-01-14T20:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T08:47:58.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Get Enough Of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;...my American Horror Story ladie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Lets just get it out of the way: Jessica Lange is a GODDESS.  If you didn't already know that, then poo o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;n you.  Ohmygosh, I love that woman.  Grey Gardens...Tootsie...C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ape Fear...Big Fish...I could go on and on (but I won't mention Godzilla...oops).  She is just amazingly divine, and I adore her.  She should win a Golden Globe for her mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;nologue in the penultimate scene of the AHS season finale.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It sent shivers down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0zufisbTapw/TxLm_8Ud8iI/AAAAAAAACJQ/JaPTGVVM-1c/s1600/lange%2BAHS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0zufisbTapw/TxLm_8Ud8iI/AAAAAAAACJQ/JaPTGVVM-1c/s400/lange%2BAHS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697870464775221794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And, I know it's my fault for mis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sing Friday Night Lights, but I cannot get over how amazing Connie Britton is.  I was watching some Spin City on DVD the other night, and not only is she comedically talented, but she's a dramatic force to be reckoned with!  I cannot get over her transition from sitcom supporting star to leading woman in the freakiest, orignalist TV show in my working memor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sJyocdL-9mg/TxLm3m7RvSI/AAAAAAAACJE/x7QlcRbgaC0/s1600/britton%2BAHS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sJyocdL-9mg/TxLm3m7RvSI/AAAAAAAACJE/x7QlcRbgaC0/s400/britton%2BAHS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697870321593466146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh, and did I mention that they a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;re both super hot and gorgeous!?!  To look like Lange at 63 and Britton at 45...I think I would maybe sell my soul.  Well, maybe not that, but I still want tips from them.  They are beautiful, talented, and they blow all other actors out of the water on AHS.  Bravo to FX for giving these actresses a vehicle that supremely and superbly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;displays their acting prowess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-2906781754177890734?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/2906781754177890734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=2906781754177890734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/2906781754177890734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/2906781754177890734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2012/01/cant-get-enough-of.html' title='Can&apos;t Get Enough Of...'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0zufisbTapw/TxLm_8Ud8iI/AAAAAAAACJQ/JaPTGVVM-1c/s72-c/lange%2BAHS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-4696126148134580099</id><published>2012-01-14T20:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T20:10:34.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Love Them Globes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What is it about the Golden Globes???  I love them so much more than the Oscars, and I'm a huge Oscars fan.  Maybe it's the fact that they have the balls...or, globes I guess...to honor the people in television that should be honored.  I still remember when Claire Danes took away the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Best Actress in a Television Series Globe for the already cancelled My So-Called Life.  She played angsty teen to perfection, and the Hollywood Foreign Pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ss recognized that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6t21cvgh4U/TxI0yAZmSzI/AAAAAAAACIs/0amiLbHau2M/s1600/danes%2Bglobes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6t21cvgh4U/TxI0yAZmSzI/AAAAAAAACIs/0amiLbHau2M/s400/danes%2Bglobes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697674512282569522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Or maybe it's the fact that they're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;not afraid to have a host that's witty, snide, and...English.  Oh, Ricky Gervais, how I love you so.  If you don't grill it to 'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; tomorrow, I'll lose all respect I have for you.  I'm thinking particularly of my good friend, Tom Cruise, whom I still adore, but I mean c'mon: He's just rife with Gervais possibilities, and with all the positive press Ghost Protocol's been getting, our dear Ricky would be remiss to let this chance of grillin' Tommy pass him by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1OU4uVFR38E/TxI077269lI/AAAAAAAACI4/iQsrQFEdrpU/s1600/gervais%2Bglobe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1OU4uVFR38E/TxI077269lI/AAAAAAAACI4/iQsrQFEdrpU/s400/gervais%2Bglobe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697674682862073426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It could be the fact that they don't waste time with musical performances.  Don't get me wro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ng: I love me some music, but come ON.  Those add 20 minutes to an already too long Oscars telecast, and they provide too much diva drama to stand.  (With the exception of the beautiful and simplistic performance from Once a few years ago.  *sigh*)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br face="courier new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What I love best, though, is celebrating the best of both television and cinema all in one night.  The Emmys are low brow compared to this glitz filled night of Hollywood fun.  One note to the Foreign Press, though: If my grand dame, Jessica Lange, doesn't walk out of that building with a gold statue, I'm comin' at cha...and I just might take away this ringing endorsement that so many people are bound to listen to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-4696126148134580099?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/4696126148134580099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=4696126148134580099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4696126148134580099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4696126148134580099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2012/01/gotta-love-them-globes.html' title='Gotta Love Them Globes'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6t21cvgh4U/TxI0yAZmSzI/AAAAAAAACIs/0amiLbHau2M/s72-c/danes%2Bglobes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-5565697447970652684</id><published>2011-12-27T14:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T14:52:55.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Post XMAS Viewing in the UK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Christmas movies &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; Christmas?  What?  That's not right!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I've been coming here for Christmas several times now, and one thing I'll never get is Christmas movies aired AFTER Christmas.  Yesterday Home Alone was on.  Today you could be merry with Christmas with the Kranks.  I don't have all the listings, but there are definitely more Christmas movies on in the UK after the merriest day of the year.  I haven't wrapped my head around it, and I never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Another British must for holiday viewing...List Shows.  Tons of them.  The 50 Best Christmas Songs EVER!  (Aired after Christmas, of course.)  The Top 50 Greatest Moments in Harry Potter!  (The movies, of course.)  The Greatest Christmas Toys!  (This one actually aired before Christmas.)  The list of list shows go on and on, and I find them oddly comforting.  It's just not a UK Christmas without some shortbread, good homemade stuffing from my mother-in-law, and a few list shows.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But perhaps the greatest viewing pleasure around the holidays here is the extravaganza show.  NEW Doctor Who special!  NEW Great Expectations adaptation!  (With Gillian Anderson as Miss Havisham...EXCELLENT.)  The AbFab reunions!  (Wish my buddy, Michael Wayne, could be here for that one.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690907764579460082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Inf-K0aCY48/Tvoqdc1FY_I/AAAAAAAACIg/WOnQK12n7Vo/s400/christmas%2B11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So there are silver linings to Christmas movies after Christmas...just don't ask me to EVER get behind that decision.&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/32082108-5565697447970652684?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/5565697447970652684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=5565697447970652684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5565697447970652684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5565697447970652684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-xmas-viewing-in-uk.html' title='Post XMAS Viewing in the UK'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Inf-K0aCY48/Tvoqdc1FY_I/AAAAAAAACIg/WOnQK12n7Vo/s72-c/christmas%2B11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-7773221932341164576</id><published>2011-12-25T10:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T10:25:44.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>XMAS in the UK, Part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uzyDUMDRRGE/TvdOeb-4zrI/AAAAAAAACIU/Igh8BkJhdFM/s1600/christmas%2B10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690102939020480178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uzyDUMDRRGE/TvdOeb-4zrI/AAAAAAAACIU/Igh8BkJhdFM/s400/christmas%2B10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;George Bailey's face says it all.  What a WONDERFUL life I have...we all have.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Jesus died for us, gives us neverending grace, and all we have to do is say THANK YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I have an amazing family on both sides of the Atlantic.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I wouldn't want to be anywhere else this Christmas day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;AMEN.&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/32082108-7773221932341164576?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/7773221932341164576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=7773221932341164576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7773221932341164576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7773221932341164576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/12/xmas-in-uk-part-iii.html' title='XMAS in the UK, Part III'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uzyDUMDRRGE/TvdOeb-4zrI/AAAAAAAACIU/Igh8BkJhdFM/s72-c/christmas%2B10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-116678774100463803</id><published>2011-12-22T11:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T11:26:57.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>XMAS in the UK, Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sure, we get the Doctor every Saturday night on BBC America now, but there's still something uber special about watching his Christmas adventures while in Scotland for Christmas.  I can hardly wait for collapsing on the couch Christmas night to watch his newest tale, The Doctor, the Widow, and the Wardrobe.  I still get to see it six hours before my friends at home, which is still special!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 283px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689005402046115346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cv6qX6Mzr9U/TvNoRYI8rhI/AAAAAAAACII/rwQ0cTQW7Q8/s400/christmas%2B6.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;To celebrate I've already bought a special kids magazine, Doctor Who Adventures, which came with a Doctor mask and a weeping angel for the top of the Christmas tree!  I already have visions of next year's special tree at my house, full of homemade Doctor Who ornaments and that weeping angel at the top.  Ah, the Doctor...the gift that just keeps on giving!  Now if I could only find a real TARDIS ornament for that future tree I'd be set!&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/32082108-116678774100463803?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/116678774100463803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=116678774100463803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/116678774100463803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/116678774100463803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/12/xmas-in-uk-part-ii.html' title='XMAS in the UK, Part II'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cv6qX6Mzr9U/TvNoRYI8rhI/AAAAAAAACII/rwQ0cTQW7Q8/s72-c/christmas%2B6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-8242941800412119572</id><published>2011-12-21T09:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T03:35:55.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>XMAS in the UK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PGRvYxfExEE/TvIECpxkwgI/AAAAAAAACH8/DWj0LjPygW8/s1600/christmas%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688613722942390786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PGRvYxfExEE/TvIECpxkwgI/AAAAAAAACH8/DWj0LjPygW8/s400/christmas%2B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What's the first reason I love Christmas in the UK?  Two words: JAMIE OLIVER.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I got to watch part II of Jamie's Christmas with Bells On last night, and let me tell you what...RECIPES GALORE!  I love me some Jamie!  I love being able to watch NEW Jamie here.  Although I love the Cooking Channel, could they possibly get anything other than Jamie at Home to show???...POSSIBLY???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So, what will I bring home with me?  Ideas for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/4food/recipes/chefs/jamie-oliver/festive-fiesta-tacos-recipe"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Festive Breakfast Tacos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/4food/recipes/chefs/jamie-oliver/turkey-chowder-recipe"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Leftover Turkey Chowder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/4food/recipes/chefs/jamie-oliver/bloody-mary-seafood-platter-recipe"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Bloody Mary Shrimp Cocktail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/4food/recipes/chefs/jamie-oliver/brussels-with-hustle-recipe"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Brussels with Hustle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(Yes, he actually made me want to jump through the screen for Brussels Sprouts.  The man's genius.)  Oh, the show's also given me loads of decorating with crepe paper ideas.  (See picture above.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;As for now, back for watching and running after the lovely kids in this lovely Scotland.  More reasons why I love XMAS in the UK later...I hope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-8242941800412119572?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/8242941800412119572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=8242941800412119572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/8242941800412119572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/8242941800412119572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/12/xmas-in-uk.html' title='XMAS in the UK'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PGRvYxfExEE/TvIECpxkwgI/AAAAAAAACH8/DWj0LjPygW8/s72-c/christmas%2B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-4021931522660861606</id><published>2011-11-28T16:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T16:53:54.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NKOTB vs. NSYNC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Here i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;t is.  Democracy at its finest.  Which of my beloved boybands has the best Christmas album???  I'm not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;going to list the merits of each album, which there are many.  With no discussion or thoughts from me, YOU ROCK THE VOTE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X1wXlmKk-I8/TtQQyxSCc9I/AAAAAAAACHw/_3CuuqPWMkw/s1600/nkotb%2Bxmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X1wXlmKk-I8/TtQQyxSCc9I/AAAAAAAACHw/_3CuuqPWMkw/s400/nkotb%2Bxmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680183494429537234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;VS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoFXzVDabtA/TtQQcrX7olI/AAAAAAAACHY/22bZK6GAcxw/s1600/nsync%2Bxmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoFXzVDabtA/TtQQcrX7olI/AAAAAAAACHY/22bZK6GAcxw/s400/nsync%2Bxmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680183114886521426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I can't believe I've never do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ne this one before!  I can't wait to see the results!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-4021931522660861606?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/4021931522660861606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=4021931522660861606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4021931522660861606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4021931522660861606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/11/nkotb-vs-nsync.html' title='NKOTB vs. NSYNC'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X1wXlmKk-I8/TtQQyxSCc9I/AAAAAAAACHw/_3CuuqPWMkw/s72-c/nkotb%2Bxmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-8639560114370737969</id><published>2011-11-27T21:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T22:04:34.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasure Confessional</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;OK. I'm done hiding the truth. I absolutely love Christmas movies on Hallmark Channel. Absolutely. Love. I used to try to hide the truth from myself, calling them cheesy, stupid, made-for-TV garbage. Oh, I was so jaded...so wrong. The truth has set me free. I feel like screaming from the rooftop: I LOVE HALLMARK ORIGINAL CHRISTMAS MOVIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I mean, c'mon, people: just check out the star power. Dean Cain's done at least TWO. (He's got a new one this season called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hallmarkmoviechannel.com/thecaseforchristmas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The Case for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;. It's gonna be awesome...if you haven't already caught the first 9 times it's aired.) Elizabeth "Jessie Spano" Berkley's made the cut this year. She's hung up her g-string and signed up for G-rated with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hallmarkmoviechannel.com/luckychristmas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Lucky Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;. Candace Cameron Bure, Tom Arnold, Henry Winkler, Shelley Long, Christine Taylor, and the list goes on and on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679892585755189458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TzKZlU0KbDg/TtMINqBQINI/AAAAAAAACHM/8Wg86JRz7Zo/s320/fonz%2Bchristmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You know who really needs to get in on this? RICKY. SCHRODER. I mean, he's made a movie for CMT. Hallmark HAS to be a step up! It's ooey gooey family Christmas fun AND values. What's not to love!?! Hallmark has to pay better than CMT, too. (I'll have to check my LA source for that info.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;After last Christmas, the first one with my son, Hallmark Christmas movie marathons take on a whole new meaning, and maybe this is why I feel so connected to them. The first few days after he was born, we were still in the hospital, and the Christmas movies were always one: keeping me calm, centered, and focused on the beautiful gift in my arms. They have a serene quality to them that makes them oh-so-enjoyable for the family centered woman I've become. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I love them. I don't mind telling you. And, I don't care if you make fun of&lt;/span&gt; me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-8639560114370737969?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/8639560114370737969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=8639560114370737969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/8639560114370737969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/8639560114370737969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/11/guilty-pleasure-confessional.html' title='Guilty Pleasure Confessional'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TzKZlU0KbDg/TtMINqBQINI/AAAAAAAACHM/8Wg86JRz7Zo/s72-c/fonz%2Bchristmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-765174335463538144</id><published>2011-11-25T20:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T21:07:10.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheated :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear November 2011,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm sorry, but I didn't mean to ignore you this year. You, my most favorite month, got the short end of the blogging stick this year. I love you so much: you're my birth month, my "twin's" birth month, and you hold the best holiday that the stores want to ignore, Thanksgiving. (Seriously, November, I love your holiday almost as much as you. I try and try to find fun decorations in which to adorn my house every year, but this year all I came up with were "Gobble Gobble...til You Hobble Hobble" napkins at Target. Just sad this is.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679135167963351090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Yawum9rIVE/TtBXWI3iSDI/AAAAAAAACHA/bx2YjaIKK5Y/s200/meg%2Band%2Bme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Even though we haven't spoken formerly, I've had a great time with you this year. #32 was wonderful: a day in which nothing was planned, but big, great things came of it. Beautiful family and friends came over, the man I'm lucky to call husband let me sleep in until 10:30 (!), and I did something I never thought I'd be excited to do on my day of birth: I went to see an original 35 mm print of Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan. Who would've thought that I would ever want to do that for my birthday!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679135009361488386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9eoor8eyW8/TtBXM6B56gI/AAAAAAAACG0/qsEXyp-oa7g/s200/khan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Thanksgiving was simple and wonderful, too. For the first time, I was the one cooking the bird. I can't tell you what an honor this was! You probably knew, though, as you looked down upon me, the only one smiling from ear to ear at Meijer the day before Thanksgiving. I was so happy getting the last minute bits and bobs for the bird, and I was so blessed to be able to share it with my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679134564914454178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mPrAUU4tPRM/TtBWzCVeXqI/AAAAAAAACGo/vM5FLkmiuRY/s200/IMG_3940.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So. What do you have left for me, oh wonderful month? Oh, just a small thing called an ANNIVERSARY. #9 to be exact! How the time flies. And, how time has flown this month. I'll try to make up for it the next few days by blogging as much as I can. I love you, you final autumnal month of the year, and I will respect you by not putting up Christmas until after Halloween, and by keeping the traffic and ire a little less by not shopping on Black Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;All my best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Your daughter, Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-765174335463538144?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/765174335463538144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=765174335463538144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/765174335463538144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/765174335463538144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/11/cheated.html' title='Cheated :('/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Yawum9rIVE/TtBXWI3iSDI/AAAAAAAACHA/bx2YjaIKK5Y/s72-c/meg%2Band%2Bme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-8692363305499021481</id><published>2011-11-25T20:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T20:36:57.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Make the Definitive Leftover Turkey San'wich</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_yFR0Dgyzbw/TtBQKN-bq3I/AAAAAAAACGc/VH9Y4Va5pYg/s1600/IMG_3992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679127266594630514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_yFR0Dgyzbw/TtBQKN-bq3I/AAAAAAAACGc/VH9Y4Va5pYg/s400/IMG_3992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Here it is: the only san'wich "recipe" you'll ever need for leftover turkey. Follow the directions closely, and don't skimp on the ingredients, either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1. Take two pieces of white bread. Yes, WHITE bread. I suggest trying the Arnold's brand, with no high fructose corn syrup, so you can kid yourself that this bread isn't as bad as Sunbeam and almost as good as some hoity-toity whole grain stuff you tell yourself you should eat even though you don't want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2. Slather each piece of white bread with the mayo made with extra virgin olive oil. Why the kind with EVOO? See the reason I stated above for using white bread but substitute Hellman's for Sunbeam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3. Have some nice, fresh tomatoes sliced and place them on one piece of the bread. DO NOT FORGET to season these with salt and pepper. It totally does boost the taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;4. Get a few slices of clean, crisp romaine on the other slice of white bread. There's nothing better than biting into that romaine and having that fresh *CRUNCH* pop in your mouth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;5. Place the leftover turkey on the side with the tomatoes, so the bird meat can get some of that S&amp;amp;P on it, and the toms are more stable than the wavy lettuce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;6. Cut in half, get some Lay's on the side, and ENJOY! Eating a sammie at 9:30 p.m., six hours after stuffing yourself silly, never tasted so good. And the best part might be using your tongue to scrape that smooshed white bread off the top of your mouth. &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/32082108-8692363305499021481?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/8692363305499021481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=8692363305499021481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/8692363305499021481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/8692363305499021481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-to-make-definitive-leftover-turkey.html' title='How to Make the Definitive Leftover Turkey San&apos;wich'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_yFR0Dgyzbw/TtBQKN-bq3I/AAAAAAAACGc/VH9Y4Va5pYg/s72-c/IMG_3992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-7794782600629683459</id><published>2011-10-30T15:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T15:53:15.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the Horror...THE HORROR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rAkgzxmLj0E/Tq25DeR_GMI/AAAAAAAACGQ/1-VBK8cHeac/s1600/AHS.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rAkgzxmLj0E/Tq25DeR_GMI/AAAAAAAACGQ/1-VBK8cHeac/s400/AHS.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669390975248570562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I knew I'd watch it...eventually.  I had a feeling it would totally freak me out...and it did.  As I was watching the pilot episode last night (on demand), I knew as repulsed/freaked/weirded out as I was, I'd end up watching the rest of them.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Horror Story is Amityville Horror times a million.  Why times a million?  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  It's on EVERY week.  You don't get a breather.  You think it's over, but you know it'll be back next week, and you know you'll end up watching, even if you don't want to.  (I will at least.  My good friend, Coco?  Definitely not.  I hope she forgives me for making her watch last night.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Jessica Lange is the creepiest old snooping neighbor EVER.  She was the only good part of that 1998 Johnathon Schaech movie, Hush, and her character is reminiscent of Schaech's overly protective icky mom.  If she doesn't get a Golden Globe or Emmy for this, I'm striking.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Two words:  GINGER TWINS.  This would be enough to make my brother watch.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  There are weird, kinky sex things that just aren't right.  Um, leather man drilling Connie Britton?  Enough said.  (And, so sorry to leave that visual in your head.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The opening titles and flashes throughout the show are very Seven-Fincheresque.  I'm repulsed and intrigued at the same time.  These montages also fuh-reak me out and make me want to watch more.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;6.  WHAT'S IN THE BASEMENT!?!?  It's always a basement.  It better not be a scary white guy who killed Native Americans, cause then I'll call shenanigans.  If I'm investing my time and sanity in this, there better not be an Amityville copout.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As icky and creepy as this FX original show is, I give the network, actors, and all those involved mad props for trying something so out of the box for TV.  My husband loves Walking Dead, but it's too real for me to ever watch and enjoy.  (I can imagine my children becoming zombies, us having to abandon them, and then I get depressed and cry.)  American Horror Story is just far enough out there for me to believe it could never happen.  I can still get spooked and be okay afterwards...I think.  We'll have to see how episode two leaves me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-7794782600629683459?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/7794782600629683459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=7794782600629683459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7794782600629683459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7794782600629683459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-horrorthe-horror.html' title='Oh, the Horror...THE HORROR!'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rAkgzxmLj0E/Tq25DeR_GMI/AAAAAAAACGQ/1-VBK8cHeac/s72-c/AHS.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-7272818154515717387</id><published>2011-10-28T20:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:59:17.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*crickets*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;An evening with Michael J. Fox is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;PJ20 has been dissected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I've rewatched every season of Smallville I own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I could care less about Breaking Dawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There are no new Robbie Williams or Take That albums this birthday/holiday season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What do I blog about now? Oh, yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668727607656957938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XPEEW0rjI5E/TqtduZbXx_I/AAAAAAAACGE/Yt2BWG-SgMw/s400/MI4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I'm totally gonna see it.&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/32082108-7272818154515717387?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/7272818154515717387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=7272818154515717387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7272818154515717387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7272818154515717387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/10/crickets.html' title='*crickets*'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XPEEW0rjI5E/TqtduZbXx_I/AAAAAAAACGE/Yt2BWG-SgMw/s72-c/MI4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-4617263177992709728</id><published>2011-10-27T18:25:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T14:38:09.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MJF Pick of the Day: IN PERSON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o2qeMcjkKzE/TqsEf06FCGI/AAAAAAAACF0/qFlP6UPcEyY/s1600/MJF%2Bin%2Bperson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o2qeMcjkKzE/TqsEf06FCGI/AAAAAAAACF0/qFlP6UPcEyY/s400/MJF%2Bin%2Bperson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668629500800600162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well, folks, it didn't happen. I didn't get to meet my hero in person. And guess what I had the gall, the unbelivable gall, to do? Throw myself a pity party! You know who snapped me out of it? The Brothers Gallagher of all people...Yes, THAT Brothers Gallagher. The boys from Oasis popped up on the iPod shuffle on my way home today, when I was lamenting the fact that I didn't get to meet this pop culture luminary, who helped shaped my youth, in person. They told me not to look back in anger. I ruminated on their words, and this is what I came to realize:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1. I'm a douche for thinking myself unlucky cause I didn't get to meet the Fox. That goes against everything he preaches, and it also goes against my belief in a holy God that made the fact that I was simply in his presence possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2. No, I didn't get to shake his hand, because he was dealing with his own shaky problems. HEY, HE MAKES FUN OF HIMSELF, TOO, OKAY??? Mr. Fox talks about his son calling him shaky dad and is completely open and aware of his tremors. His tremors had gotten so visibly bad by the end of the Q&amp;amp;A session, that I didn't want to be that person to hunt him down for a photograph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3. Um...who is one of five people whose questions were asked to Mr. Fox? THIS GUY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Q: What is the greatest gift you've ever GIVEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A: Oh, I don't know! You'd probably have to ask the receivers. The greatest gift I've every received is my family, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My cousin said he couldn't answer that question, because he's too humble. Right she is, but it was just interesting enough to be asked! HUZZAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;4. How can I be angry when he's still so stinkin' cute? He's the cutest 50-year-old I've ever seen. I already look older than him. I hate men, but that' a whole other story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I learned what a caregiver should be. His wife, Tracy Pollan, is an amazingly strong and supportive person, wife, and friend to him. I hope if I'm ever in the caregiver role in my life that I could be as strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So, why was I such a douche? Cause I didn't get a picture? Cause I didn't get to meet him? What STUPID reasons for throwing myself a pity party! This night was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to see a man I've admired for many years speak about his life and the lessons he's learned AFTER being afflicted with Parkinson's Disease. How dare I even think of looking back in anger. I'm not anymore. Thanks, Oasis. You really have done something good in your careers post 1995!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-4617263177992709728?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/4617263177992709728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=4617263177992709728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4617263177992709728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4617263177992709728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/10/mjf-pick-of-day-in-person.html' title='MJF Pick of the Day: IN PERSON'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o2qeMcjkKzE/TqsEf06FCGI/AAAAAAAACF0/qFlP6UPcEyY/s72-c/MJF%2Bin%2Bperson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-5826159884528829441</id><published>2011-10-25T21:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T07:32:15.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MJF Pick of the Day: Save the Best for Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HC0CDY5yEsY/Tqd5jA3tehI/AAAAAAAACFo/LJB8Yd7_XH8/s1600/MJF%2B11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667632298505107986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HC0CDY5yEsY/Tqd5jA3tehI/AAAAAAAACFo/LJB8Yd7_XH8/s400/MJF%2B11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Did you really think I forgot? REALLY? And, do I really need to go on and on about this one? Well, you probably don't want me to, but I'm gonna.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It takes me back in time. (Oh, pun intended...definitely intended.) Laying on the floor of my living room, uncomfortable from laying on the hard wood for so long, but I'm the oldest and in charge of holding down the rewind button. My brother is behind me on the couch, reclining for a moment until the song begins again. We're in footie pajamas. We watch Marty McFly sing Johnny B. Goode over and over and over again. We can't get enough of it! Little did I know, at the tender age of eight, how much this film would mean to me in later life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It comforts me. When I'm feeling sad or stressed, I can put this in and feel the bad feelings seep out of me, cause I have to make room for the warm, toasty, happy feelings of goodness I get everytime I see Marty bring his parents back together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It centers me. This was the first film I put in my hospital bag when I packed for the birth of my first babe. I knew there were DVD players in the room, and I knew that my husband and this MJF trilogy would get me through the unfortunately painful miracle of birth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It reminds me that we can accomplish anything if we put our minds to it. I might not write a novel, but I have glorious aspirations to be an amazing wife, mother, daughter, friend, and teacher, and with a little help from the Doc, Marty, and Huey Lewis' stellar 80s hits, I can do this, even when I feel like a waste of God-created space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;One final thought: the remake. It will never be replaced or replicated, or if some Hollywood bigwigs thinks it would be a good idea, they'd have me to deal with. But, actually...Michael J. Fox said in last year's Entertainment Weekly Reunion Special that he'd be all for it. He just wouldn't want to be in it. I guess if Marty says it's okay, then it's okay? But for those of us who want this time travel classic to stand alone in history, prestine and perfect in its original incarnation, just click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.havetheyremadebacktothefutureyet.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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/32082108-5826159884528829441?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/5826159884528829441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=5826159884528829441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5826159884528829441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5826159884528829441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/10/mjf-pick-of-day-save-best-for-last.html' title='MJF Pick of the Day: Save the Best for Last'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HC0CDY5yEsY/Tqd5jA3tehI/AAAAAAAACFo/LJB8Yd7_XH8/s72-c/MJF%2B11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-6409479217360187063</id><published>2011-10-25T21:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T21:45:10.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MJF Pick of the Day: Back to the Small Screen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gxQ2zyGR92M/Tqd0Gev-MTI/AAAAAAAACFc/YtAv0Od1hSQ/s1600/MJF%2B10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667626310751367474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gxQ2zyGR92M/Tqd0Gev-MTI/AAAAAAAACFc/YtAv0Od1hSQ/s320/MJF%2B10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;No, we are not talking Chuck Sheen. We are talking about Michael J. Fox's triumphant return to the small screen. Oh, Spin City: Alex P. Keaton grown up, sexed up, and lovin' every minute in the Big Apple. So. Much. TO LOVE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The supporting cast was one of THE best ever assembled EVER. Richard Kind, Big Bear Bostwick (at least that's what I call him...what do YOU call him, anyway?), Connie Britton (pre-uber-Am.HorrorStory-hotness), Michael Boatman, Alexander Chapman, and of course Alan Ruck, who played one of the most amazing misogynistic male archetypes in the history of TV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The writing was top notch, clever, witty: ie, perfect for the Family Ties fan that had grown up and matured and still wanted to see MJF every week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Barry Bostwick and Richard Kind were the unsung heroes of the show. MJF set them up perfectly, as his castmates had set him up in Family Ties. He gave back to these two men (and the others, as well) the gifts Meredith Baxter and Michael Gross had presented to him a decade earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It was obvious MJF loved working with the cast and the scripts. He was in tip-top comedic form. He even took home one Emmy and three CONSECUTIVE Golden Globes for his work on this mid-90s sitcom gem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If you ignored Spin City the first time around, because you were too busy watching stupid stuff like Home Improvement, Drew Carey, or Veronica's Closet, then take the time to check it out now. In my opinion, it often gets lost in the MJF shuffle, or it's just remembered as the show during which MJF announced he had Parkinson's. Spin City is more than that, and it's definitely worthy of a resurgence.&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/32082108-6409479217360187063?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/6409479217360187063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=6409479217360187063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/6409479217360187063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/6409479217360187063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/10/mjf-pick-of-day-back-to-small-screen.html' title='MJF Pick of the Day: Back to the Small Screen'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gxQ2zyGR92M/Tqd0Gev-MTI/AAAAAAAACFc/YtAv0Od1hSQ/s72-c/MJF%2B10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-1452577665822769735</id><published>2011-10-25T21:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T21:16:36.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MJF Pick(s) of the Day: We're All Ears!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Monday kinda got away from me, y'all, so here are your MJF Picks of the Day...on Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667618612472202674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JEgvvqRlaz0/TqdtGYbMRbI/AAAAAAAACFQ/KmR74Q9oYvM/s400/MJF%2B7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Our intrepid Canadian hero has done some amazing voice over work in his career. My personal favorites? Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey and Stuart Little. Oh, Homeward Bound...how I still cry at the end when Shadow comes over the ridge. The three pets, Chance, Sassy, and Shadow were brought to life by the actors who voiced them (MJF, Sally Field, and Daon Ameche, respectively), and the 1993 family film has not received enough cred as a family film &lt;em&gt;classic&lt;/em&gt;. I remember being dragged to the film, by my Aunt Barb and two lil cousins, but how I still thank her for it now. I love that film. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667618454669362130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nXC39vFqp5U/Tqds9MkEA9I/AAAAAAAACFE/O9Nlu2vUv8o/s400/MJF%2B8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Stuart Little also has a special place in my heart, for it was one of the first DVD's my husband bought me after we were married. He knew how much I loved the MJF, and he also knew I loved family friendly fare. And, I ended up enjoying this one immensely. Never liked the children's book much, but I love hearing Mr. Fox's calm, soothing voice that makes even a white rodent cute. Oh, yeah, and the Hugh Laurie doesn't hurt the film much, either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I can't wait to share both of these films with my children one day. They might very well be the kids' first introduction to this fine Canadian actor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-1452577665822769735?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/1452577665822769735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=1452577665822769735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/1452577665822769735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/1452577665822769735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/10/mjf-picks-of-day-were-all-ears.html' title='MJF Pick(s) of the Day: We&apos;re All Ears!'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JEgvvqRlaz0/TqdtGYbMRbI/AAAAAAAACFQ/KmR74Q9oYvM/s72-c/MJF%2B7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-2892556184578067471</id><published>2011-10-23T11:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T12:06:06.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MJF Pick of the Day: A Howlin' Good Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imO5ljn25oo/TqRHds4XTEI/AAAAAAAACEs/lqd4NEfk3x0/s1600/MJF%2B5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666732806728272962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imO5ljn25oo/TqRHds4XTEI/AAAAAAAACEs/lqd4NEfk3x0/s320/MJF%2B5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Do I really have to explain this one? Really? No, I didn't think so. How about just a couple of choice memories from my youth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Give me a keg of beer." I learned what a keg was from this 1985 classic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Car surfing to the Beach Boys! My brother and I would mimic Scott's signature moves along with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh, Boof. Really? Your name is Boof, and you wonder why you can't get a date with the coolest werewoof in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The same house George McFly peeps in is also present in this film. Nice site scouting, Hollywood guys. (Well, this is how MJF got the job as Marty McFly, so I guess the scouting snafu worked out.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I still love Styles. I wish he would pop up more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Speaking of Styles...who else wanted a Wolfmobile? Anyone, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I had this recorded on the same VHS as Pee-Wee's Big Adventure, so the tape became known as the Chubby/Frances Double Feature. (OK, the actor's name is &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0392625/"&gt;Mark Holton&lt;/a&gt;, but which one of my readers would've known that?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Do you remember Doug Savant? DO YOU??? Classic pre-Melrose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Just don't ever...EVER...watch Teen Wolf, Too, no matter how much you love the original or Jason Bateman.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666734609301099602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YXhJFuJG6Ik/TqRJGn_N1FI/AAAAAAAACE4/kn-uCwd0zvU/s320/MJF%2B6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 2px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 9px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666732556439167250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LsZ7UUiBJmU/TqRHPIeyoRI/AAAAAAAACEg/Mg6y8J107us/s320/MJF%2B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-2892556184578067471?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/2892556184578067471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=2892556184578067471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/2892556184578067471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/2892556184578067471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/10/mjf-pick-of-day-howlin-good-time.html' title='MJF Pick of the Day: A Howlin&apos; Good Time'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imO5ljn25oo/TqRHds4XTEI/AAAAAAAACEs/lqd4NEfk3x0/s72-c/MJF%2B5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-5587767021283040713</id><published>2011-10-22T15:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T15:43:10.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MJF Pick(s) of the Day: D.E.A.R.!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L-tzk9tYdKg/TqMqzk_kiPI/AAAAAAAACEU/1Z63vKNNjL0/s1600/MJF%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666419821754222834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L-tzk9tYdKg/TqMqzk_kiPI/AAAAAAAACEU/1Z63vKNNjL0/s400/MJF%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Drop Everything and Read...an MJF autobiography! These picks are great for a chilly fall afternoon, when all you want to do is snuggle up under a blanket, with a hot chocolate, and read the hours away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Michael J. Fox is not at a loss with a pen in his hand (or a keyboard in front of him). His prose is quick witted and honest. He has now written two autobiographies, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lucky-Man-Michael-J-Fox/dp/0786888741/ref=pd_bxgy_b_img_b"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Lucky Man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Always-Looking-Up-Adventures-Incurable/dp/1401310168/ref=tmm_pap_title_0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Always Looking Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;. In the first, he's honest about well, what a douche he had become before Parkinson's, and how the disease has been a huge blessing in helping him to prioritize his life. The second is more of a guide for being an optimist in this pessimistic world, but he still draws on his own life experiences throughout the book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If you've kept in touch over the years, you know I've read both, but this MJF Week they definitely deserve another plug, especially Always Looking Up. He won the Spoken Word Grammy for the tome, and I'd love to give it a listen, to hear him put his own personal emphasis on his words and stories. When I start to get overly pessimistic with the bosses at work or this world in general, I take a look at this book, and this man, and realize there is nothing to be pessimistic about! I live a wonderful life, full of wonderful family and friends, memories of simple, breathtaking adventures (like having TWO amazing children), and I get to spend my days teaching kids. This book is just another way Michael J. Fox continues to help me be a better person.&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/32082108-5587767021283040713?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/5587767021283040713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=5587767021283040713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5587767021283040713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5587767021283040713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/10/mjf-picks-of-day-dear.html' title='MJF Pick(s) of the Day: D.E.A.R.!'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L-tzk9tYdKg/TqMqzk_kiPI/AAAAAAAACEU/1Z63vKNNjL0/s72-c/MJF%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-5432220580992770970</id><published>2011-10-21T22:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T22:57:12.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Break from One Great for Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVGxuCyIKLg/TqI--aA-vSI/AAAAAAAACEI/rsMptVF1HYs/s1600/PJ10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVGxuCyIKLg/TqI--aA-vSI/AAAAAAAACEI/rsMptVF1HYs/s400/PJ10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666160523041750306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;A transcript from tonight's notes upon the viewing of Cameron Crowe's Pearl Jam 20 is below.  I'm a writer.  Allow me if you will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;How I love to be in a Pearl Jam choir--an honor, a privilege, a pure delight--and that's why the "old ones" never get old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Singing in pure melody with the stranger next to you, brought together by five men you'll never know but always have.  Give me Better Man, give me Daughter, give me Elderly Woman and Alive...any and all to be one again with history, because that's what Pearl Jam is: living, breathing, pulsating musical history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I've gathered in this choir 11 times, not enough in my opinion.  I long to enlist several more times before my time here is done, and I'm eager for the day I can bring my children to the live rehearsal.  To share with them the music and history that has already shaped and molded 20 years of their mummy's life would be a dream come true.  To hear them singing next to me, adding their voice to the Pearl Jam choir, would be a gift beyond monetary measure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-5432220580992770970?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/5432220580992770970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=5432220580992770970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5432220580992770970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5432220580992770970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/10/break-from-one-great-for-another.html' title='A Break from One Great for Another'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVGxuCyIKLg/TqI--aA-vSI/AAAAAAAACEI/rsMptVF1HYs/s72-c/PJ10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-1275203369614258759</id><published>2011-10-21T12:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T13:02:08.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MJF Pick of the Day: Frighten Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLmg_nVbU_I/TqGza4YsvfI/AAAAAAAACD8/ghy3NGLELcg/s1600/frighteners.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666007080602746354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLmg_nVbU_I/TqGza4YsvfI/AAAAAAAACD8/ghy3NGLELcg/s400/frighteners.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;In my opinion, The Frighteners (1996), is an extremely underrated movie. I've picked it for MJF Week to try to encourage more people to go out and rent it...oh, I mean NETFLIX it. (Or stream or borrow or whatever it is that you do.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The Frighteners is perfectly eerie, spooky, and gets down right...um, well...FRIGHTENING. After losing his wife, MJF is able to see ghosts, befriends them, and then gets them to haunt unassuming people, so he can make money "ghost busting" their homes. Seems stupid, right? Well, then it gets downright creepy and gruesome, when the ghost of a mass murderer comes back to continue his work. The flashbacks are rather terrifying, too. It's MJF at his unassuming best: Who would ever guess that Alex P. Keaton would play a con-man who sees ghosts and has to return an unleashed serial killer to hell? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The movie also boasts a stellar cast. In addition to MJF, you'll also find:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;flipping scary Jake Busey (seriously, he shouldn't be allowed on screen with his freaky visage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E.T.'s Mom (as she's described in another Halloween staple, Scream), Dee Wallace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;John Astin, the father of another 80s idol I may have met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh, and it's directed by Peter Jackson...yes, THAT Peter Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Please, check this one out if you're an MJF fan and love a good ghost story, like I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-1275203369614258759?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/1275203369614258759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=1275203369614258759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/1275203369614258759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/1275203369614258759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/10/mjf-pick-of-day-frighten-yourself.html' title='MJF Pick of the Day: Frighten Yourself'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLmg_nVbU_I/TqGza4YsvfI/AAAAAAAACD8/ghy3NGLELcg/s72-c/frighteners.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-6587293718872634954</id><published>2011-10-19T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T22:00:51.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MJF Pick of the Day: Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GH9CfV0zdVw?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-6587293718872634954?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/6587293718872634954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=6587293718872634954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/6587293718872634954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/6587293718872634954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/10/mjf-pick-of-day-part-ii.html' title='MJF Pick of the Day: Part II'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GH9CfV0zdVw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-1796770236692456401</id><published>2011-10-19T21:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T22:02:12.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MJF Pick of the Day: A VERY Special Episode</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If you grew up in the 80s, like I did, you were always stoked when a "very special episode" was going to be aired. The previews leading up to the show would build the anticipation up to a mind-numbing hilt. I would talk up the "very special episode" at dinner throughout the week. I would make sure everyone in my family knew that I had dibs on the TV during the "very special episode." I would hype up the event at school, too, asking my friends if they were going to tune in. A lot of people make fun of the "very special episodes" today. (And, YES, I will continue to use quotes.) In fact, I've read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avclub.com/articles/family-ties-a-my-name-is-alex,56598/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;one particularly nasty review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; of the special Keaton episode I'm about to discuss. However jilted, disillusioned, and pessimistic TV viewers have become in the 21st century, it's nice to look back and relish the times when the passing of a best friend, and the process of coming to grips with said loss, was a monumental bit of television that was hyped up the week preceding it's airdate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665402816480667602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CQFUg40-_4c/Tp-N2FHT59I/AAAAAAAACDw/mVWBnoxw_hM/s320/MJF%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'A' My Name is Alex" is one of my favorite two-part episodes of Family Ties, and many critics think it was this two-parter that snagged Michael J. Fox his THIRD CONSECUTIVE Emmy for the 1986-1987 season of Family Ties. The first part opens on a sullen Keaton crowd conjugating around the kitchen island, trying to decide how to comfort Alex over the loss of a dear friend. (No, not Skippy! One we never met before, which remains odd to me...but anyway...) Alex bounds through the door, a wide grin on his face, hands outstretched, "Was that a funeral or what!?" Classic Alex: hiding his true feelings and emotions, trying to have a stiff upper lip for the family. What shortly follows is a meltdown of epic 80s proportions: Alex crumbling on the kitchen floor, shouting it should've been him, Elyse embracing her oldest son, etc. Alex then finds himself in counseling, breaking the fourth wall, confiding in a psychiatrist, and divulging his deepest emotions...a very un-APK thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the episode(s). It's the one episode of Family Ties I kept recorded on VHS for years. I still think it holds up. I don't care what all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.agonybooth.com/tv/Family_Ties/A_My_Name_is_Alex_S05E23.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;despondent, cynical viewers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;who loved the show growing up and now only want to watch meth dealers, misogynistic ad men, and sexed up vampires say: " 'A' My Name is Alex" is required MJF viewing, and I'll do my best to relive this "very special episode" before 10/26/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/32082108-1796770236692456401?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/1796770236692456401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=1796770236692456401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/1796770236692456401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/1796770236692456401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/10/mjf-pick-of-day-couple-of-very-special.html' title='MJF Pick of the Day: A VERY Special Episode'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CQFUg40-_4c/Tp-N2FHT59I/AAAAAAAACDw/mVWBnoxw_hM/s72-c/MJF%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-169318766533152258</id><published>2011-09-26T20:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T21:00:09.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pVlrn040RpA/ToEt_G1uccI/AAAAAAAACDo/b3Bc9Uc2L7U/s1600/MJF%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pVlrn040RpA/ToEt_G1uccI/AAAAAAAACDo/b3Bc9Uc2L7U/s400/MJF%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656853169145016770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I get to see Michael J. Fox in one month.  I know you might've tuned into this blog before, so you might know that has some significance.  But, I don't think you can TRULY KNOW what that means for me unless you're my husband or the wonderful lass who procured me my tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I try not to idolize people, for it goes against everything I believe in, but if there was one person who got dangerously close to being put upon a pedestal in my life, it would be Michael J. Fox.  His roles in Family Ties and Back to the Future were cornerstones in my entertainment youth.  But the thing is, the work in those seminal 80s productions STILL hold up today.  His turn in Spin City in the mid/late 90s solidified him as an adult sitcom powerhouse, and his battle with Parkinson's is less of a daily battle but more of a daily reminder to everyone else that even when life throws you curve balls, you need to LIVE it.  His autobiography is also a satisfying read: he takes a stern look at the way he's lived his life, admits mistakes, and commits to moving ever onward and upward, striving to inspire those who feel pity for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the school year I had my students write a poem called "What If..."  Each student added a line, including myself, and it hangs outside my classroom door.  My line?  "What if I get to meet and mingle with Michael J. Fox..."  Now, I could dream to be that lucky, but I still get to be in the same room as him, listening to his words, and hoping some of his wisdom and optimism rubs off on me.  I'll try not to be an eager beaver goon in the front, weeping through his presentation...but I can't make any promises.  I do know I'll be one Lucky Me to be able to say I saw my hero in person.  I know he'll never see this, or know how much I'm looking forward to this evening that's a month away, but I can hope he feels my good vibes coming at him from the audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-169318766533152258?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/169318766533152258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=169318766533152258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/169318766533152258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/169318766533152258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-month.html' title='One Month...'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pVlrn040RpA/ToEt_G1uccI/AAAAAAAACDo/b3Bc9Uc2L7U/s72-c/MJF%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-4551390458217664126</id><published>2011-09-19T21:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T21:46:35.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PJ 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96FDfLygVac/Tnf-WuOKMyI/AAAAAAAACDg/c3P3zwaGR-o/s1600/PJ%2B20.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96FDfLygVac/Tnf-WuOKMyI/AAAAAAAACDg/c3P3zwaGR-o/s400/PJ%2B20.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654267523504943906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The much-anticipated Cameron Crowe feature-length documentary, PJ 20, is being screened worldwide tomorrow.  I feel it is high time to try to vocalize, or writalize, some Pearl Jam sentiments...though I know they'll just come out sounding unworthy of this band that I have followed for the past 20 years.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing that last sentence makes me feel old, yet proud.  I am so proud to have been able to say I've followed Pearl Jam since their inception.  (And, there's another small word: "followed."  So many of the words I will put down will be small, inconsequential, and seemingly daft when talking about such a monumental group of musicians.)  While so many of those around me were putting stock in that other "grunge" group, Nirvana, I stood behind the ones that always came second on the list of "exciting new alternative acts."  Eddie Vedder's compositions and raw, unchained voice--wavering between low whispers, confident proclamations, and guttural growls--found a space in my head and heart, which were usually reserved for shiny, happy pop .  Pearl Jam tapped into something I had never explored before: music with a purpose.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been an absolute honor and privilege to be able to say I've set the last 20 years of my life to a soundtrack by Pearl Jam.  Sure, others have helped along the way--Robbie Williams, White Stripes, Avett Brothers, the Shins, Justin Timberlake, Amy Winehouse--but Pearl Jam never goes away.  Just like the Beatles and Elvis have been constants in my life, so shall Pearl Jam be.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There has been so many PJ 20 things going on: a three-day Labor Day weekend celebration, the screening of the documentary tomorrow, the constant influx of too much swag to wag a finger at (let alone buy).  I don't feel like I need those things, though.  I need my headphones and my iPod, Vedder singing in my ears, with McCready's guitar behind him, Cameron's drums bringing him up, Ament's bass holding the line, and Gossard doing, uh, whatever it is he feels like doing during that line.  And, if I really feel like sharing the love that I feel, I need my windows wide open, Pearl Jam pulsating out of them into the cooling autumn air, and my breath bonded and intertwined with EdVed's, both of them being released into space.  And, for a moment driving around the streets of my town, where I first opened up Ten on cassette 20 years ago, for one moment, I'll be a part of this band that has shaped my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-4551390458217664126?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/4551390458217664126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=4551390458217664126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4551390458217664126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4551390458217664126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/09/pj-20.html' title='PJ 20'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96FDfLygVac/Tnf-WuOKMyI/AAAAAAAACDg/c3P3zwaGR-o/s72-c/PJ%2B20.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-516571303006659758</id><published>2011-09-16T15:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T21:03:16.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember When...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I was excited for the Twilight movies? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I was super-stoked to see the films?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I spent multiple entries lauding the greatness that was about to be committed to celluloid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Then Kristen Stewart showed up and crushed every bit of excitement I had for the Twiligh film franchise with her acting skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Then Taylor Lautner showed up with his abs, made my middle school girls crazy, and all I heard was TeamJacobTeamJacobTeamJacob!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There can be too much of a good thing. I miss enjoying the books: I once enjoyed them so much. Here's the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;thing, though: the trailer kiiiinda got me excited to see the first installment of the fourth book. (Maybe cause R.Patz is still kiiiinda hot.) I don't know. It comes out the day before my birthday. I'll probably still go, even though I FELL ASLEEP during Eclipse and can't remember anything from my one and only cinema viewing. If the series continues to suck (no pun intended) via film, I still have the very faithful Harry Potter films.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HTYc-DVMBg/Tnf0PFyZcpI/AAAAAAAACDY/ykML5PvBsSs/s1600/breaking%2Bdawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 370px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HTYc-DVMBg/Tnf0PFyZcpI/AAAAAAAACDY/ykML5PvBsSs/s400/breaking%2Bdawn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654256397275722386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  The movie poster is lame.  I'm too t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ired to go searching for better images, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-516571303006659758?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/516571303006659758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=516571303006659758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/516571303006659758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/516571303006659758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/09/remember-when.html' title='Remember When...'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HTYc-DVMBg/Tnf0PFyZcpI/AAAAAAAACDY/ykML5PvBsSs/s72-c/breaking%2Bdawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-1782705769174704932</id><published>2011-09-12T09:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T10:24:16.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Says That Smallville is Dead?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-awBMB-vZhLA/Tm4jwMAERvI/AAAAAAAACDI/M3UAVWkJjHE/s1600/superman%2Breboot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651493893158749938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-awBMB-vZhLA/Tm4jwMAERvI/AAAAAAAACDI/M3UAVWkJjHE/s400/superman%2Breboot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I know I've only watched the last three seasons of Smallville "live," but I still feel an emptiness in my fall TV line-up. Sure the way CW spaced out the episodes was inexcusable, sure it ran too long, but I can already feel a super-sized hole in my entertainment heart during this week of brand spankin' new programming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So, faithful reader, you may be wondering what steps I've taken to feed my need for Supers. I love how curious you are, so let me entertain you with what I've been up to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1. It's a challenging job, but I've been re-watching every season of Smallville. I tell you what, once I saw that shadow of a cape flutter in the series finale of television's greatest incarnation of the Man of Steel, I felt an instant loss. It's actually been quite amazing re-watching every episode. I'm finding gems hidden in seasons I remembering having sucked. Season five was an absolute delight! I remember complaining non-stop, but it was quite enjoyable the second time around. I found the season-long arcs refreshing after the constant "freak of the week" episodes. True, nothing holds a candle to season 2, but I feel guilty and jaded for having complained so much. Currently I'm on season 7, the last one I own. I am still actively thinking about buying the entire series on DVD come November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2. It's the little things that count...or the little books. Gotta love that Target Dollar Bin, especially when it makes available to me a Superman coloring and activity book. Staff meetings have never been so much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3. Who hasn't heard of &lt;a href="https://read.dccomics.com/"&gt;the New 52&lt;/a&gt;!?! And if you haven't, then you're not geek enough for me. Husband and Daughter came home last week with a nifty surprise: the new Action Comics #1. It's splendid! I feel a leak in my bank account about to start. I'll never keep up with all of them, but to know there's new Supes out there is reassuring and exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So, that's it, folks: how this lil Super Fan is filling the Smallville void. I'll always have DVD, and now if I could just find the perfect poster to put up in my classroom...&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/32082108-1782705769174704932?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/1782705769174704932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=1782705769174704932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/1782705769174704932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/1782705769174704932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/09/who-says-that-smallville-is-dead.html' title='Who Says That Smallville is Dead?'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-awBMB-vZhLA/Tm4jwMAERvI/AAAAAAAACDI/M3UAVWkJjHE/s72-c/superman%2Breboot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-7883959082800954348</id><published>2011-09-11T16:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T16:50:57.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11/01</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A beautiful day...a GORGEOUS day. Blue skies. White, fluffy clouds dotting the endless sky. Wet hair, robe wrapped around my still-damp body. Remote in hand, CBS on, planes crashing through towers??? Real time? It can't be. A new movie? Probably. The LIVE in the upper right hand corner tells me the probabilty is false, and a new reality sets in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tears streaming down confused, forlorn faces meet me everywhere I go. The Quad never seemed such a long walk before. A professor tells us to plod along, get on with "it," and tuck our emotions away. As future teachers, that's what we'll have to do someday soon anyway. A startled T.A. doesn't want to get on with "it," and smuggles a small TV into our discussion. She doesn't want us to push away our raw feelings but encourages us to share our grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Poor brother. Dad leaves the house on fix-it duty, while broham has to stay with his overemotional mother and sister, who can't stop the torrent of tears from sliding down their faces. This trait passed on to me by my mother is a quality I don't want to hide, but for brother's sake, I try that night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;10 years later the feelings are still raw. My heart still aches, my head still swells, I still can't take the site of the plane crashing-taking-changing lives. I don't want to see the smoke billowing up, the running people covered in ash, or remember my brother's somber face as he tried to get through that first night with us beside ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I told Alba a story today about some men who wanted to change the world by trying to hurt others. I also told her, through a spoken-aloud prayer, that I want to see these men one day, someday, when I get to go "home." I want to tell them, without one hint of irony but with boundless warmth and truth emanating from my heart, "I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU!!! And, I'm so glad you're home with us to revel in goodness and light." That's the happy ending I want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-7883959082800954348?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/7883959082800954348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=7883959082800954348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7883959082800954348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7883959082800954348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/09/91101.html' title='9/11/01'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-5976917019985858958</id><published>2011-08-24T22:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T22:33:01.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Your Daddy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;That's a statement. A declarative sentence. Get into it: He is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644631391523853794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--J6evgOjCxI/TlXCWBPMVeI/AAAAAAAACDA/iH6yHmXWZrg/s400/who.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Coming back for more adventures this Saturday, August 27. And, yes, BBCAmerica HD finally came to my house. Oh, I'm giddy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-5976917019985858958?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/5976917019985858958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=5976917019985858958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5976917019985858958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5976917019985858958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/08/whos-your-daddy.html' title='Who&apos;s Your Daddy.'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--J6evgOjCxI/TlXCWBPMVeI/AAAAAAAACDA/iH6yHmXWZrg/s72-c/who.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-7903727349884796967</id><published>2011-08-20T20:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T20:55:01.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name is Inigo Montoya...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YRDZkIVPq_w/TlBlUKmqc3I/AAAAAAAACC4/4iwgT5UNS9k/s1600/patinkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YRDZkIVPq_w/TlBlUKmqc3I/AAAAAAAACC4/4iwgT5UNS9k/s400/patinkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643121730213540722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;...you love my music.  Prepare for a great night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My husband is awesome.  He saw Patti LuPone with me on Broadway.  He saw my pain when I couldn't see said diva with her greatest male counterpart, Mandy Patinkin, in Chicago.  So, he thought: I must fix this.  And, fix it he did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;On March 31, 2012, I get to see Mandy Patinkin live in concert in my very own city.  I don't have to drive to St. Louis or Chicago or make the trip to the Great White Way (although that would be fabulous).  I have to get in the car and drive seven minutes east.  Maybe ten minutes if the traffic is heavy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I am SO EXCITED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I love Mandy Patinkin!  You may only know him as Inigo Montoya, but he is also one of the greatest singers of these times.  He originated the character of Che in Andrew Lloyd Weber and Tim Rice's Evita, and he sings a helluva Sondheim.  Check out some of the CD's I've linked below, and think of me grinning from ear to ear as I enjoy Mr. Patinkin in the balcony seven months from now...he better not cancel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Dress-Casual-Mandy-Patinkin/dp/B00000271P/ref=sr_1_1?s=music&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1313891372&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Dress Casual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Oscar-Steve-Mandy-Patinkin/dp/B000005J3T/ref=sr_1_1?s=music&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1313891396&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Oscar &amp;amp; Steve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Evita-1978-Original-Broadway-Cast/dp/B000002ORP/ref=ntt_mus_ep_dpi_2"&gt;Evita &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Grandma-Doralee-Patinkins-Holiday-Cookbook/dp/B000H2MI8S/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1313891581&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Grandma Doralee Patinkin's Holiday Cookbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;--YES!  He can cook, too!  (Or at least sponsor an amalgamation of his grandmother's recipes, so they can g&lt;/span&gt;et published.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-7903727349884796967?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/7903727349884796967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=7903727349884796967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7903727349884796967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7903727349884796967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-name-is-inigo-montoya.html' title='My Name is Inigo Montoya...'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YRDZkIVPq_w/TlBlUKmqc3I/AAAAAAAACC4/4iwgT5UNS9k/s72-c/patinkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-9128678843896891163</id><published>2011-08-16T21:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T22:02:45.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm About to Watch...WHAT???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/show/to_the_mat/series.jhtml"&gt;To the Mat&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's about wrestling. It has a cheesy love triangle. It's an original made for TV movie...on CMT. Yet, I'll still record and watch, cause THIS GUY is in it: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641654349526783058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3uiwrVMXCGI/TksuvXkU1FI/AAAAAAAACCw/gtoBJCtQakA/s400/ricky%2Bschroder.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh, Ricky Schroder. How BBB!'s sister franchise, the 80's Preservation Society, misses thee. Your 30 second cameo in Get Him to the Greek was the best surprise in recent movie memory. Now if we could only get you on the small screen more often. This CMT telefilm just won't cut it. Why don't others realize the talent you possess in your furrowed brow and clear blue eyes? Your 80s teen sensation heyday may be long gone, but your turn in NYPD Blue over a decade ago showed you still had grit. Your guest appearances on Scrubs as a male nurse were priceless, and the only ones we re-watch (well...besides the MJF ones, of course). "It"'s still there! Don't let this cheesy CMT schmaltz fool you, Hollywood. Rick(y) still has a wealth of talent that needs to be tapped. Now if I could just get him to hire me as his publicist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-9128678843896891163?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/9128678843896891163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=9128678843896891163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/9128678843896891163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/9128678843896891163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-about-to-watchwhat.html' title='I&apos;m About to Watch...WHAT???'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3uiwrVMXCGI/TksuvXkU1FI/AAAAAAAACCw/gtoBJCtQakA/s72-c/ricky%2Bschroder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-5132594295321224402</id><published>2011-08-14T15:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T16:07:49.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do It To Me One More Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NH_lZykbh1Y/Tkg4wx0H2tI/AAAAAAAACCo/tP2Rcm8VGPs/s1600/smallville%2Bcomplete%2Bseries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640820943938378450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NH_lZykbh1Y/Tkg4wx0H2tI/AAAAAAAACCo/tP2Rcm8VGPs/s400/smallville%2Bcomplete%2Bseries.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;As soon as Smallville wrapped up its series run in late May, I started re-watching the show on DVD. As most of you may know, I've had a love-hate relationship with the show the last few years. I was so hyped to get caught up on DVD then watch the show live. However, when I got to watching the super series "live," it took on a whole new excruating spot on my weekly TV line-up. The CW did the show an inustice by putting weeks, sometimes months, between new episodes. I would lose track of major plot lines, but even more devasting was the face that I lost interest. Re-watching the show I'm enjoying it even more than I remembered. I'm on season 6 (pretty good for starting the last week of May)--the writer's strike season--and I don't remember enjoying seasons 4 and 5 the first time around as much as I did this second time. I think when I get to re-watch seasons 7-10, I'll appreciate them even more, too. And, thus leads us to today's quandary...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Do I buy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Smallville-Complete-Tom-Welling/dp/B004XWLN20/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1313355530&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;the complete Smallville series &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;when it comes out on November 29 (hmmm...someone's 9th wedding anniversary...)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;PROS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'll have a stunning complete boxed set, but akin to my stunning complete boxed set of Gibson-Gibley Girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The extras in the set are soooo pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I don't have seasons 8-10 on DVD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I could sell season 1-7 used to try to make a little coin to go toward the new shiny set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There's an awesome 90 minute featurette spanning the entire series with cast interviews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;CONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;IT'S NOT AVAILABLE ON BLU-RAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I already have seasons 1-7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The cover art for season 10 is hella better than the complete series art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640820728778224834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VAviAqwb11Y/Tkg4kQR8dMI/AAAAAAAACCg/M8wpHfd59MU/s400/smallville%2Bseason%2B10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-5132594295321224402?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/5132594295321224402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=5132594295321224402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5132594295321224402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5132594295321224402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/08/do-it-to-me-one-more-time.html' title='Do It To Me One More Time'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NH_lZykbh1Y/Tkg4wx0H2tI/AAAAAAAACCo/tP2Rcm8VGPs/s72-c/smallville%2Bcomplete%2Bseries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-9204631281076031227</id><published>2011-08-13T21:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T21:59:27.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flux Copasitor Fluxing to 1990</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GqA9etT0nL8/Tkc5vNzNNcI/AAAAAAAACCY/F8VOe6gMWcU/s1600/TP%2Bthen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640540541625906626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GqA9etT0nL8/Tkc5vNzNNcI/AAAAAAAACCY/F8VOe6gMWcU/s320/TP%2Bthen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Remember Tommy Page? Anyone...anyone? Well, guess what? I DO! (Of course I do. If you thought I wouldn't then SHAME on you.) Do you still own Tommy Page's hit album, Paintings in My Mind (co-produced by New Kid on the Block Donnie Walhberg, and with Jordan Knight on backing vocals) on CASSETTE? I DO! Did you make your two-year-old daughter listen to Tommy Page today after her nap and sing along with the tracks to serenade her? I DID! (And, let me tell you how oddly fascinated I was to find out I still remembered over 90% of the lyrics. How does my brain store those away yet cannot remember the names of students I had just 10 weeks ago???)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yes, folks, Tommy Page is alive and well at BBB!!! I've put an old stereo/record/cassette set in my daughter's room (vintage, y'know, with teal &amp;amp; pink tones), and I kinda love that I still own the Tommy Page cassette. (I also own THREE cassettes by MMC favorites, The Party. They were the hip MMCers before that Justin and J.C. took over.) One of my absolute favorite episodes of Full House is when Mr. Page shows up and sings to D.J. for her birthday. Cause who couldn't that happen to? I mean, he was no Jordan or Joe, but they were way too busy to show up to birthdays, so Tommy was happy to step in. Heck, I would've taken him at my 12th birfday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tommy Page DOES have an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tommy-page.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;official website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, and I highly encourage you check it out. I'm also seriously considering upgrading my cassette to CD...or maybe I'll just download from iTunes. When I told my cousin I had been serenading the bigger bairn with Tommy Page, she replied that she had forgotten he existed. Shame. Get into some sweet, chaste early 90s pop via Tommy. You won't be sorry. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640539991864698370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QKCgHcgX-dQ/Tkc5PNx65gI/AAAAAAAACCQ/EulWGJJqmeE/s320/TP%2Bnow.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-9204631281076031227?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/9204631281076031227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=9204631281076031227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/9204631281076031227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/9204631281076031227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/08/flux-copasitor-fluxing-to-1990.html' title='Flux Copasitor Fluxing to 1990'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GqA9etT0nL8/Tkc5vNzNNcI/AAAAAAAACCY/F8VOe6gMWcU/s72-c/TP%2Bthen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-4742606239503329993</id><published>2011-08-11T07:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T07:42:54.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BvboORvl6Mo/TkPNiH_Hs5I/AAAAAAAACCI/aEl1LsaCzbE/s1600/santo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639577144541033362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BvboORvl6Mo/TkPNiH_Hs5I/AAAAAAAACCI/aEl1LsaCzbE/s320/santo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;In my opinion, he's the biggest Cubs fan that ever lived. Sure I grew up watching Harry Carey on WGN, but I became a true Cubs fan listening to Ron Santo on WGN Radio. He lived and died with the Cubs. He was unabashed and unashamed of his die-hard, unwavering love for this Chicago team. He made me a better Cubs fan, too: if Ron can get through years of ups and downs as a Cubs fan, then so could I. And when we won? Oh my gosh, such joy you never heard come through the airwaves. It wouldn't matter if we were in the middle of a 10 game winning streak, either: his joy would still be just as pure as picking up a win after a wicked losing stretch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yesterday, a statue was unveiled outside of Wrigley for this awesome Cubs player, fan, and announcer. It's still bittersweet that our Ron isn't in the Baseball Hall of Fame, but deep down he probably wasn't too fussed about it. He just wanted to watch Cubs ball and help other children and adults with diabetes, the disease he was afflicted with that took both of his limbs. Even through his struggles with diabetes, he seemed like and upbeat, always look-on-the-bright-side-of-life kinda guy. He was a true original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Our wonderful son was born on December 2, 2010, just hours before Ron left this plane for a far better one on December 3. Do I have high and mighty dreams that one day our lil man will take up Ron's missing space at 3rd base? Sure I do. But what would be even cooler is if our son could share the same unbridled enthusiasm for Cubs baseball that Ronny did. Hey, maybe we could even get to hear our kid announce a game from Ron's old booth seat. Now THAT might be even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639576811757940130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VpEEZzYc_90/TkPNOwRcraI/AAAAAAAACCA/Jte7-uiaERY/s320/santo%2Bstatue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-4742606239503329993?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/4742606239503329993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=4742606239503329993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4742606239503329993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4742606239503329993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/08/10.html' title='#10'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BvboORvl6Mo/TkPNiH_Hs5I/AAAAAAAACCI/aEl1LsaCzbE/s72-c/santo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-5232410631823733289</id><published>2011-08-06T16:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T21:12:34.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FIVE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aaaPK8iQMvU/Tj30UeMLaBI/AAAAAAAACB4/f0prSC5b8PU/s1600/2011-08-06%2B21-09-53.788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637930941076432914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aaaPK8iQMvU/Tj30UeMLaBI/AAAAAAAACB4/f0prSC5b8PU/s400/2011-08-06%2B21-09-53.788.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;BingBongBoom!!! is FIVE! We missed our anniversary date by a few days, but that's what happens when you're still in a post-Sir Paul glow, driving to Missouri, and wrangling two beautiful children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A lot has happened in FIVE years. FIVE years ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'd never seen an episode of Smallville or Gibley Gibson Girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I hadn't seen Patti LuPone on Broadway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Was over 60 books ago. I've done some good readin', for a teacher and mum of two! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I still watched Food Network everyday, but now I've cashed in my FN stock to Cooking Channel stock, cause it's so much more cutting edge (and still shows Julia Child).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I was committed to blogging daily, but now I'm happy with once every couple of weeks. (Hey, it's the QUALITY, not the QUANTITY.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Doctor Who was a minor blip on my radar, but within the last few years it has become a MAJOR storm, constantly churning and making new waves in my entertainment-driven banter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I had never read a graphic novel. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Superman-Red-Son-Mark-Millar/dp/1401201911/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1312682513&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Red Son &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;was my first...of course it had to be Superman.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It was merely a dream to see Paul McCartney live in concert. (Yes, I'm still on about that.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I thought maybe kids might be in my future, but I had no idea I'd get two completely wonderful, awesome, fun children...within 18 months of each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There's been so much more, but there are too many fabulous things to list. One thing is for sure: I love writing this blog. There might be two or three people who actually read this, but I love keeping track of the little things that strike me as funny, important, pivotal, and what-have-you. So, as long as there's just one person out there still reading, I'm still writing. :)&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/32082108-5232410631823733289?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/5232410631823733289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=5232410631823733289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5232410631823733289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5232410631823733289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/08/five.html' title='FIVE!!!'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aaaPK8iQMvU/Tj30UeMLaBI/AAAAAAAACB4/f0prSC5b8PU/s72-c/2011-08-06%2B21-09-53.788.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-9125824497222351343</id><published>2011-08-01T21:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T21:38:24.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You'd Think That People Would've Had Enough of PAUL McCARTNEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N-x3EStBygk/Tjdi98Kyz2I/AAAAAAAACBw/Is0OVTV9BzY/s1600/IMG_2685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636082274940407650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N-x3EStBygk/Tjdi98Kyz2I/AAAAAAAACBw/Is0OVTV9BzY/s400/IMG_2685.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But last night I looked around me and saw it wasn't so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Last night. LAST. NIGHT. I had the privilege of seeing Paul McCartney live in concert at Wrigley Field. My companion? My amazing husband. It was a night I'll never forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You hear the name Paul McCartney, and sometimes it's hard to grasp all that it encompasses. It was too much for my mind to realize that I was going to actually SEE and HEAR Paul McCartney. Even as we sat in our (awesome) seats waiting for the show to begin, it still didn't quite seem real. I was going to see a Beatle, a living legend. I was going to see one of the four men who single-handedly changed the scope of pop music for ALL time. I was going to see the man that my Aunt Carla swooned over in her youth, the man my former manager and friend, Bill, ran to the record store for whenever a new Beatles single came out, the man whose group and personal song catalogs my awesome father-in-law has carefully collected and memorized over the last five decades. This is one of the few people alive who isn't a meer musician but a musical genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I wasn't prepared for my reaction when he and his band struck the opening chord to the Beatles classic All My Lovin'. My breath was stolen from my lungs, I slumped back in my seat, and tears started streaming down my face. Because I was sad? Maybe a little (because I couldn't see John, Paul, George, &amp;amp; Ringo perform this themselves). But because I was so overwhelmed at this music coming alive before me. Paul's band is, in my opinion, the top backing band in the music business. I've seen them on TV before and could tell they were good, but I had no idea HOW good. So good, in fact, that good is a dirty, low word to describe them. Lets try mind-numblingly awesome to describe them instead. The music scourged through me, went through every fiber of my being, adding extra minutes of joy to my life. And, THAT'S why tears began coursing down my chubby cheeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I screamed, stomped, and clapped like nobody's business through Band on the Run and Live &amp;amp; Let Die. I supplied horrible harmony to I Will, and when Blackbird quickly, yet quietly, followed the tears came again. Two of my all-time favorites back-to-back was too much to keep my already heady emotions in check. (Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/entertainment/music/turnitup/ct-mccartney-set-list,0,5744777.story?page=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;HERE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;for the full setlist. You'll be jealous.) His anecdotes were sweetly told, name-dropping tales of yesterday (no pun intended): about that time watching Hendrix live with Clapton or those times plucking Bach out lightly on guitars with his friend, George. Old songs became new again: it was as if I was hearing Something for the first time. After starting out with just Paul on a ukelele and swelling into a full-on magnificent masterpiece with that amazing band breathing new life into it, Something became new and even more beautiful that maybe even Harrison could've imagined. Or Helter Skelter, which I thought I didn't care that much for, until it was played in all its phrenetic, trippy glory under the Chicago sky VERY loudly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I hope I never forget this night. I hope I tell my grandchildren about, and they get so sick of the story they roll their eyes and say, "Not again!!!" I already practiced the story today with my daughter. When I woke her up, sleep still caking her eyes, I said, "Mummy and Daddy saw a man named Paul last night. He sang to us, and it was wonderful." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;She said, "Paul?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Yes," I said. "Paul.&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/32082108-9125824497222351343?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/9125824497222351343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=9125824497222351343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/9125824497222351343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/9125824497222351343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/08/youd-think-that-people-wouldve-had.html' title='You&apos;d Think That People Would&apos;ve Had Enough of PAUL McCARTNEY'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N-x3EStBygk/Tjdi98Kyz2I/AAAAAAAACBw/Is0OVTV9BzY/s72-c/IMG_2685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-6325578594002273418</id><published>2011-07-14T21:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T21:35:05.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BZJh8MwIzuo/Th-nObZXeTI/AAAAAAAACBo/oUGo-61pgik/s1600/hp%2B7.2%2B10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629401925550569778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BZJh8MwIzuo/Th-nObZXeTI/AAAAAAAACBo/oUGo-61pgik/s400/hp%2B7.2%2B10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I've been ignoring this post for a very long time...too long in fact. I decided it's finally time I muster the courage and try to put into words the feelings I have for a certain boy and his faithful friends, who become his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I haven't read a biography on J.K. Rowling, so I still don't know for sure what she set out to do over a decade ago when she penned the first Harry Potter novel. I think she might have needed a little money, but I also think she wanted an escape. She wanted a world she could retreat into in which anything was possible. We are so lucky she decided to share this world with us. What started out as a story about a boy who became a wizard has become so much more than that. His story is one of perseverance, hope, trust, faithfulness, and love...so much about love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A story in which the love you have for your friends goes beyond friendship and develops into familial bonds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A story in which love protects you when nothing else can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A story that understands love is an emotion not only held for people but for places, which become so intrinsic to your being that they also become part of your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A story that creates and celebrates the love for fictional characters that become so well known to you that it is as if these people live and breathe beside you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;To say I'll miss the Harry Potter hoopla, which some thought would never come to an end, is an understatement. When I closed the back cover to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows four years ago, I knew my journey with Harry wasn't really over yet, because there would always be movies to come! Now, however, the anticipation of one more interpretation is almost done. I have a feeling there might be a few tears as those credits roll, but hopefully, those tears will be tinted with joy. For I know, that though the books and movies have come to a conclusion, Harry, Ron, and Hermione will still be a part of my life. How I look forward to sharing their stories with my children, and God willing, one day my grandchildren. I cannot wait to introduce them to the world of awe inspiring magic and wonderment that J.K. Rowling created for any person who is a child at heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I guess all I can end with is...thank you, Harry. &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/32082108-6325578594002273418?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/6325578594002273418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=6325578594002273418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/6325578594002273418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/6325578594002273418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/07/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BZJh8MwIzuo/Th-nObZXeTI/AAAAAAAACBo/oUGo-61pgik/s72-c/hp%2B7.2%2B10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-7974309912120186982</id><published>2011-06-09T22:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:40:47.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#50</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WIO0bhH9APc/TfGRz9FuGNI/AAAAAAAACBg/NLUNhHY9mGs/s1600/mjf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616430532065630418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WIO0bhH9APc/TfGRz9FuGNI/AAAAAAAACBg/NLUNhHY9mGs/s400/mjf2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;He is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Alex P. Keaton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;head over heels cooler than that stupid, lovelorn Jacob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the coolest time traveler EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;one of the reasons I lived at home during college (hey, if it was good enough for Alex P...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;a diehard Who fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Canada's greatest gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;an activist AND guitarist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;a hopeless optimist that makes me ashamed to ever have a pessimistic outlook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the face of Parkinson's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;constantly persevering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;striving to conquer a crippling disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;one of my heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Michael J. Fox, and he's 50 today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616429588588370290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-morW05GvH7k/TfGQ9CXNmXI/AAAAAAAACBY/LabIDfRhVts/s320/mjf1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/celebritology/post/michael-j-fox-turns-50-we-celebrate-with-an-alex-p-keaton-fest/2011/06/09/AGmM8QNH_blog.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; for an article with some classic APK clips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uwuLxrv8jY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; for Brokeback to the Future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=grP6QeIjVjU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; for the classic 1987 Diet Pepsi ad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-7974309912120186982?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/7974309912120186982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=7974309912120186982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7974309912120186982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7974309912120186982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/06/50.html' title='#50'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WIO0bhH9APc/TfGRz9FuGNI/AAAAAAAACBg/NLUNhHY9mGs/s72-c/mjf2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-8199237702505027827</id><published>2011-05-21T23:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T23:16:42.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fright Night Delight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qgflbS3qqYc/TdiN0pYhTyI/AAAAAAAACBM/Km7DzT840Ik/s1600/tennant%2Bfright%2Bnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qgflbS3qqYc/TdiN0pYhTyI/AAAAAAAACBM/Km7DzT840Ik/s400/tennant%2Bfright%2Bnight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609389271491366690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Didn't know "my Doctor" was going to be in the Fright Night remake.  Thanks to the "exclusive" first peek during the Tumberfoot SNL, I now know!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about Colin Farrell, but I've never been a huge fan.  I'm not swayed by his dark, brooding Irish looks, but I can get behind him when he plays "light" (Scrubs or In Bruges).  It's when he thinks some hard ass or running around trying to be sexy that he gets under my skin.  When I heard he had signed up for the Fright Night remake, I was actually impressed and thought I could get behind him in this.  Now, I'll definitely be making an attempt to see it...if not in theaters than fo sho on the Netflix.  I also enjoy the fact that my Australian girlfriend, Toni Collette, is in it, as well as some Mintz-Platz.  Yup, I'll give it a whirl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh, and P.S., I'll be up front and let you know I've never seen the original 1985 Fright Night, even if it does have Chris Sarandon and Roddy McDowell.  Sorry, gents, but I might be seeing the bastardization before the original.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-8199237702505027827?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/8199237702505027827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=8199237702505027827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/8199237702505027827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/8199237702505027827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/05/fright-night-delight.html' title='A Fright Night Delight'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qgflbS3qqYc/TdiN0pYhTyI/AAAAAAAACBM/Km7DzT840Ik/s72-c/tennant%2Bfright%2Bnight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-9160352737552037381</id><published>2011-05-14T22:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T22:44:30.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Smallville Finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DkPsCAg4n_w/Tc9L_UDth4I/AAAAAAAACBE/2dKfeHcmdjM/s1600/smallville%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606783612187674498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DkPsCAg4n_w/Tc9L_UDth4I/AAAAAAAACBE/2dKfeHcmdjM/s400/smallville%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I still haven't watched it, so don't give away any spoilers, but here are a couple of links for Smallville lovers like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ew.com/ew/gallery/0,,20488666,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Entertainment Weekly rates the best Smallville episodes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;. They didn't put together a cover article, but they rated the Top 9 eps. Really? Top NINE? Who does a Top NINE list? Whatevs, EW. You let me down this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Apparently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://insidetv.ew.com/2011/05/14/smallville-finale-ratings-are-in/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Smallville ratings soar for finale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;. Well...duh. (Oh, and that pun wasn't intended. It was just natural.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-9160352737552037381?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/9160352737552037381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=9160352737552037381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/9160352737552037381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/9160352737552037381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/05/post-smallville-finale.html' title='Post Smallville Finale'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DkPsCAg4n_w/Tc9L_UDth4I/AAAAAAAACBE/2dKfeHcmdjM/s72-c/smallville%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-1559588954745008398</id><published>2011-05-13T15:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T22:35:31.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's So Hard to Say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-37_rJJUobLg/Tc9J7lhzxwI/AAAAAAAACA8/hICMcFips9s/s1600/smallville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606781349134583554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-37_rJJUobLg/Tc9J7lhzxwI/AAAAAAAACA8/hICMcFips9s/s400/smallville.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I was late to the Smallville party: didn't show up until five years in. I devoured the first five seasons on DVD, and then I kept playing catch up via DVD while new ones ran. The last few seasons I've been able to watch "live," but even that's been hard to keep up with. (Thanks to the CW's horrible programming: No new episodes for weeks at a time, then one new episode, then another three week break. Discouraging and frustrating!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But now, here it comes: THE END. Smallville will exit the CW airwaves after 10 long years tonight. It's the end of an era. At times it's been slow moving. Sure, I've missed Lex loads. I still believe the show's best years were the first four. But, doggoneit, I'm gonna miss the knowledge that I can have some new Smallville stacked up in my DVR even more than the show's sometime weak story arcs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Farewell, Welling's Clark. I hope I get to see you shake off the swift feet of the Blur and watch you take flight tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-1559588954745008398?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/1559588954745008398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=1559588954745008398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/1559588954745008398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/1559588954745008398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-so-hard-to-say-goodbye.html' title='It&apos;s So Hard to Say Goodbye'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-37_rJJUobLg/Tc9J7lhzxwI/AAAAAAAACA8/hICMcFips9s/s72-c/smallville.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-6300547863672306898</id><published>2011-05-13T15:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T15:51:59.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WEDDING!  (A Delayed Reaction Post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTQJE2bRCFM/Tc2XFAR5KvI/AAAAAAAACAs/3bv2DYWKg0k/s1600/royal%2Bwedding%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606303223376325362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTQJE2bRCFM/Tc2XFAR5KvI/AAAAAAAACAs/3bv2DYWKg0k/s400/royal%2Bwedding%2B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The dress! The horse-drawn carriage! The kiss! Wedding magic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Prince William and his dear Kate have been married for two weeks, and I am just getting around to posting my thoughts! SHAME! As I watched the Royal Wedding, I filled out a Bingo card printed in the 4/15/11 edition of Entertainment Weekly. Let me tell you that filling out the card made being up at 4:00 a.m. not too bad at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I was joined by my 5-month-old son for part of the pre-show, and he also woke up again just in time for the "big" kiss at 6:30. I admit that I was hesitant to get up at first (much due to the derision from my husband), but by the end, I was so glad I woke up and saw this historical event. Sure, it did spin a bit out of control due to the constant media footage, but it was simply magical elegance. Below is a quick rundown (if you even still care two weeks later) in short, quick fragmented thought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hats? YES! Obelisks? NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What's up with old English ladies and monotone dress suits? No offense, mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Prince Phillip in the house! I hope I can walk straight and upright at 90...I hope I make 90.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Did you know Kate's a commoner? Cause after five minutes of pre-show you would've been reminded 6 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sleeves! She has sleeves! (SOOOO sick of strapless, poofy wedding gowns.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The most perfect, elegant, gorgeous dress I've ever seen. (I felt like a five-year-old girl when I saw it, cause that's what I want my dress to look like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;That kiss needed to be sexier...sorry, but it did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-6300547863672306898?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/6300547863672306898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=6300547863672306898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/6300547863672306898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/6300547863672306898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/05/wedding-delayed-reaction-post.html' title='THE WEDDING!  (A Delayed Reaction Post)'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTQJE2bRCFM/Tc2XFAR5KvI/AAAAAAAACAs/3bv2DYWKg0k/s72-c/royal%2Bwedding%2B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-939605290495387617</id><published>2011-04-28T07:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T20:51:53.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day is Upon Us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WzqK0KOGu3Y/TbnOwFQUBKI/AAAAAAAACAk/rKeQFDWm3jU/s1600/dianna%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 381px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600734937051563170" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WzqK0KOGu3Y/TbnOwFQUBKI/AAAAAAAACAk/rKeQFDWm3jU/s400/dianna%2B1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's finally happening, folks! After months of anticipation, the Royal Wedding is tomorrow. Did you really think BBB! would let this happen without a comment or two? Sinners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I remember Chuck and Di's wedding back in '81. I was a young not even two-year-old bairn, and I still remember being awed and dazzled by that long, flowing train. My mom bought a special book, published by People magazine, and I would leaf through it gazing at the pictures of her sapphire ring, their horse-drawn coach, and the packed abbey. What a dream for a young girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Now, it's William's turn. How can I NOT get up at 4:00 a.m. tomorrow morning and watch!?! This isn't just an historic event: it's a pop culture event! I'll be on my couch, bleary eyed and pajama'ed up, full of anticipation at the first glimpse of the monarchy's newest couple. Will and Kate are truly the advent of a new era of the royal family. They're fresh, young, and ready to take over the world airwaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Get the popcorn pre-made, cause you'll be too tired to do so at 4 in the morning, get the double shots of espresso ready, and snuggle up to your pillows to enjoy the first royal wedding (anyone's cared about) in 28 years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 275px; display: block; height: 183px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600734800922706018" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Ap9OQYvxsQ/TbnOoKIqgGI/AAAAAAAACAc/35b2PhlVni0/s400/royal%2Bwedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-939605290495387617?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/939605290495387617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=939605290495387617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/939605290495387617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/939605290495387617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-is-upon-us.html' title='The Day is Upon Us!'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WzqK0KOGu3Y/TbnOwFQUBKI/AAAAAAAACAk/rKeQFDWm3jU/s72-c/dianna%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-7205752073910814460</id><published>2011-04-27T20:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T21:04:14.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Own Defense</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EC_p3JQLK4I/TbjKa-WZspI/AAAAAAAACAU/FoSQyeI7bC0/s1600/hanson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600448701397578386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EC_p3JQLK4I/TbjKa-WZspI/AAAAAAAACAU/FoSQyeI7bC0/s400/hanson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I've gotten quite a bit of guff for making a comparison between Hanson and the Beatles during Dancing with the Stars' Guilty Pleasures week. Allow me, if you will, to come to my own defense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hanson has persevered. Many thought them to be a one-hit wonder, and maybe by popular standards they are: a majority of our American, and world, population only recollect their first single, MmmBop. I hate MmmBop. It was a cheesy, kid pop song written by, well, kids. The Brothers Hanson, however, have grown and matured into one of the most reliable and dependable pop song outfits in the business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Three of their last four albums are in constant iPod rotation: This Time Around, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Walk-Hanson/dp/B000RGSOIM/ref=sr_1_3?s=music&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1303956106&amp;amp;sr=1-3"&gt;The Walk&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shout-Out-Hanson/dp/B003HE2B6C/ref=sr_1_1?s=music&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1303956106&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Shout it Out&lt;/a&gt;. Their songs are well written, produced, and performed gems of pop wonder. Their tunes are catchy, upbeat, and infectious. Because of this, I compared them to the early Beatles years: they're both a group of young guys performing their hearts out, penning amazing tunes, and entertaining the masses. (Obviously, the Beatles entertained bigger masses than Hanson, because as stated earlier, people won't/can't forget MmmBop.) Both groups come together to create purely joyful uptempo songs and can bring it down with a ballad tightly woven together in delicate harmonies. Did I ever say Hanson would be as iconic as the Beatles? NO. Did I ever say they'd garner the same fanfare and recognition as the Beatles? NO (not even if the brothers lived to be 100). But, I do think one day, the academics of pop will look back on Hanson and realize they were given the short end of the musical stick because of one song they wrote when they were 13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hanson is a group of seasoned veterans who have matured past MmmBop 100 times over. If you like &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; good pop music, not sleeze made from a hit factory, then you should consider checking them out. I have to confess, I haven't enjoyed the mockery my good name has had to endure over the last 24 hours, but I can try to put them behind me now that I have taken time to fully explain my point and opinion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The defense rests.&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/32082108-7205752073910814460?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/7205752073910814460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=7205752073910814460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7205752073910814460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7205752073910814460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/04/for-my-own-defense.html' title='In My Own Defense'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EC_p3JQLK4I/TbjKa-WZspI/AAAAAAAACAU/FoSQyeI7bC0/s72-c/hanson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-6690080907015517197</id><published>2011-04-22T12:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T12:19:01.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>36 Hours of Who!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DHwYokSJtVc/TbG4eQtQzvI/AAAAAAAACAM/0O9u_vCbmf0/s1600/doctor%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598458641818636018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DHwYokSJtVc/TbG4eQtQzvI/AAAAAAAACAM/0O9u_vCbmf0/s400/doctor%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You can watch all Doctor Who all the time on BBC America, starting today at 4 p.m. and going until 4 a.m. Sunday morning. Watch all of David Tennant's specials and all of Matt Smith's first season (including the Christmas special) in order to revved up for tomorrow's night's premiere, The Impossible Astronaut (Part I). There will also be some sweet retrospectives, as well as Tennant's last appearance on Graham Norton, interspersed. HAVE FUN!...Oh, and TRUST YOUR DOCTOR!!!&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/32082108-6690080907015517197?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/6690080907015517197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=6690080907015517197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/6690080907015517197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/6690080907015517197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/04/36-hours-of-who.html' title='36 Hours of Who!'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DHwYokSJtVc/TbG4eQtQzvI/AAAAAAAACAM/0O9u_vCbmf0/s72-c/doctor%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-8922709516863499179</id><published>2011-04-21T09:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T09:40:32.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust Your Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LPjdLDF97YI/TbBBsglDRRI/AAAAAAAACAE/652y1QQIe2s/s1600/doctor%2Bamy%2Brory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598046569736914194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LPjdLDF97YI/TbBBsglDRRI/AAAAAAAACAE/652y1QQIe2s/s400/doctor%2Bamy%2Brory.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;That's the tagline for the new series, and I couldn't agree more. I'm the first to admit that I was unsure of our newest Doctor, Matt Smith. You all know how much I'd miss David Tennant, and with Matt Smith being so young, how could he ever portray the 900+ years of life, sorrow, and adventure of Doctor Who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'll also be the first to admit that Mr. Smith blew me out of the water with his angry, frustrated portrayal of everyone's favorite time traveling alien. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Rewatching the first series of the new Doctor [Smith] is getting my pumped for this Saturday's premiere (4/23/11) of his second series. For the first time in Doctor Who history, the show will be premiered on the same day on both sides of the Atlantic. I. Am. SOOOO EXCITED! The Doctor's literally coming to America, too, spending time in the wild west and D.C. with TWO companions. Yes, that's right, folks: if you didn't know, Rory, is part of the team! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So, pop your popcorn, get your comfy spot on the couch, and buckle up for another season of Doctor Who adventure!!!&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/32082108-8922709516863499179?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/8922709516863499179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=8922709516863499179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/8922709516863499179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/8922709516863499179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/04/trust-your-doctor.html' title='Trust Your Doctor'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LPjdLDF97YI/TbBBsglDRRI/AAAAAAAACAE/652y1QQIe2s/s72-c/doctor%2Bamy%2Brory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-8205806648444062968</id><published>2011-04-20T11:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T11:43:22.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Simple Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-doOnVAKID1A/Ta8NGgcR2ZI/AAAAAAAAB_8/aNyb_xi_aFg/s1600/sarah%2Bjane%2Bsmith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597707267283736978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-doOnVAKID1A/Ta8NGgcR2ZI/AAAAAAAAB_8/aNyb_xi_aFg/s320/sarah%2Bjane%2Bsmith.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;BBB! is deeply saddened by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/doctorwho/dw/news/bulletin_110419_01/Elisabeth_Sladen"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the passing of Elisabeth Sladen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, the amazing actress who played perhaps the most beloved of the Doctor's companions, Sarah Jane Smith. She was awesome, graceful, and gorgeous. To say she will be missed is an understatement. Take some time out to watch School Reunion tonight and remember this wonderful woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597707152950711202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fxsXAKONxS8/Ta8M_2hKU6I/AAAAAAAAB_0/hbwgmnyb-8w/s320/doctor%2Band%2Bsarah%2Bjane.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-8205806648444062968?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/8205806648444062968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=8205806648444062968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/8205806648444062968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/8205806648444062968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/04/simple-farewell.html' title='A Simple Farewell'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-doOnVAKID1A/Ta8NGgcR2ZI/AAAAAAAAB_8/aNyb_xi_aFg/s72-c/sarah%2Bjane%2Bsmith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-5994939579239709573</id><published>2011-04-18T22:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T22:35:55.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Plea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Please tell me you've read the book. Please tell me you aren't just going to see this because Pattinson's in it. Please tell me those two things.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597133252697384434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MDIVCxR1WRE/Ta0DCdeN5fI/AAAAAAAAB_s/wRW9lCxoGj4/s400/elephants.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;P.S. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/WATER-ELEPHANTS-Sara-Gruen/dp/B004CTHVU2/ref=sr_1_4_title_0_main?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1303184095&amp;amp;sr=1-4"&gt;Water for Elephants &lt;/a&gt;is absolutely stunning. I never thought I'd love a book about a 93 year-old-man telling about his life in the circus, but it's brilliant. Please read the book.&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/32082108-5994939579239709573?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/5994939579239709573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=5994939579239709573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5994939579239709573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5994939579239709573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/04/plea.html' title='A Plea'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MDIVCxR1WRE/Ta0DCdeN5fI/AAAAAAAAB_s/wRW9lCxoGj4/s72-c/elephants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-4563177656792615221</id><published>2011-04-01T23:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T23:16:49.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LAETTNAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CKl1yM0o6Q8/TZai_D78okI/AAAAAAAAB_k/e2MIT-_8GJw/s1600/laettner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590835191699251778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CKl1yM0o6Q8/TZai_D78okI/AAAAAAAAB_k/e2MIT-_8GJw/s400/laettner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The Final Four is tomorrow, and the big NCAA Championship game is Monday night. With this in mind, I thought it might be time for a bit of reminiscing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It was March Madness of 1991. I was watching some CBS basketball coveraget with my broham, and Christian Laettner bounced into my life. My brother hated him, hated Duke, and then hated me for loving the Laettner. I was a 12-year-old girl, he was a ballah, and cute...What did brother expect??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;When Laettner hit a last second shot against Kentuck that will forever live in NCAA March Madness infamy, I tried to argue with my brother that Laettner was legit. When &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/archive/article/0,,20112561,00.html"&gt;Laettner hit the pages of People's 50 Most Beautiful People&lt;/a&gt;, I thought I'd for sure prove to lil Andy that this guy was the real deal. Then Laettner was the only collegiate player on 1992 USA Olympic Dream Team. Fo sho Andrew'd get on my side now!...Except for the fact that Laettner clocked about 10 minutes the entire time in Barcelona. Oh, well, thought young me...he's still hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Here's to:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;March Madness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my brief time cheering for Duke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;that last second gorgeous shot that's still aired on CBS' tourney montages&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;CHRISTIAN LAETTNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-4563177656792615221?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/4563177656792615221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=4563177656792615221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4563177656792615221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4563177656792615221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/04/laettnah.html' title='LAETTNAH!'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CKl1yM0o6Q8/TZai_D78okI/AAAAAAAAB_k/e2MIT-_8GJw/s72-c/laettner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-4207630144310951705</id><published>2011-03-30T22:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T22:17:45.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Need to Add This to the List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;OK, after only two weeks and two viewings, I think it's finally happened: I'm kinda obsessed with Dancing with the Stars. The only time I've ever watched it before is in Scotland with the in-laws. I didn't even watch when Joey Joe McIntyre was on, but I've been glued to the DVR the last two Mondays. (Seriously, who needs all the commercials!?! Record and fast forward, people!) Three stars in particular are rocking my feet off:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;New girl crush, Chelsea Kane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590077734791836994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jShALosNY2o/TZPyFREWdUI/AAAAAAAAB_c/31peUpXkdFg/s320/dwts%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Loved her in Jonas, always thought she was uber cute, and I had to watch her experimental jive twice it was so fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;WWE hottie, Chris Jericho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590077615303255058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ORgmKEMweY4/TZPx-T8DZBI/AAAAAAAAB_U/MeHtI0nfQKs/s320/dwts%2B1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This may be introducing him to a whole new lady fan base. Boy can move: I'm proud of him! (As if I've had anything to do with this at all...I just think it's awesome he's getting props in a new realm of entertainment.) I was very impressed with quickstep, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Childhood love, Ralph Macchio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590077469570162498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8aIuNW-LqPQ/TZPx11Ck30I/AAAAAAAAB_M/vzJLTxJGaC0/s320/dwts%2B3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I was in love with him for a hot minute the summer Karate Kid came out, and I wanted to beat his you know what when he mentioned he was almost 50. (I'm tellin' ya, ladies, it's not fair how men only grow more handsome and distinguished, while we wither away.) I was totally floored by his routines, and he was in FIRST after the first two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Will any of my ponies win? Maybe Macchio, but the first two are definitely out, since they have fanbase niches they probably won't break out of. I'll just have to keep tuning in to see them until they go. Oh, and Kirstie Alley and Hines Ward? WAY impressed: totally. Here's to another fad in my life...CHEERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-4207630144310951705?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/4207630144310951705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=4207630144310951705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4207630144310951705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4207630144310951705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dont-need-to-add-this-to-list.html' title='I Don&apos;t Need to Add This to the List'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jShALosNY2o/TZPyFREWdUI/AAAAAAAAB_c/31peUpXkdFg/s72-c/dwts%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-4209627701429198019</id><published>2011-03-22T13:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T14:03:18.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>By Any Other Name...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zwlg5lYT7CI/TYjyYBRw_mI/AAAAAAAAB_E/2gzK5Z8SDRk/s1600/ew%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586981832226831970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zwlg5lYT7CI/TYjyYBRw_mI/AAAAAAAAB_E/2gzK5Z8SDRk/s400/ew%2B7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;...he's just as awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Call him Mal Reynolds. Call him Rick Castle. Call him Captain Hammer (you know what the hammer is). Heck, go back in the Way Back Machine and call him Joey Buchanan (what up, OLTL fans!?!). It doesn't matter: Nathan Fillion remains one of the coolest, awesomest, geekiest stars on the screen to date, and we here at BBB! love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We've devoted a post to him before, but with his fantastic cover story in this week's Entertainment Weekly, it looks like mainstream media is finally getting on board with the reason we still watch Castle. (Sorry, but would YOU watch that show without Fillion? I don't think so.) From singing catchy Whedon tunes to butchering slitering horror beasts to being the calm, quiet token male in a quaint indie flick, he's the bee's knees. We just hope he's finally becoming a household name after years of answering the question, "You like Nathan Who?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;BBB! salutes you, Mr. Fillion(...and that wunderkind Joss Whedon who gave you the big push into our households with the Firefly-Buffy, one-two punch)!!! &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/32082108-4209627701429198019?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/4209627701429198019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=4209627701429198019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4209627701429198019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4209627701429198019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/03/by-any-other-name.html' title='By Any Other Name...'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zwlg5lYT7CI/TYjyYBRw_mI/AAAAAAAAB_E/2gzK5Z8SDRk/s72-c/ew%2B7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-4924949144682507416</id><published>2011-03-09T12:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T12:37:53.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marius, Oh Marius</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Last Sunday, I caught the 25th anniversary performance of Les Miserables on PBS. (Steven Keaton would be so proud.) 15 years ago, when I was a young, impressionable high schooler, I saw the 10th anniversary show on the same local PBS affiliate, WILL. Of course both were shown during pledge time, to pull in the big bucks. (Again, Mr. Keaton would be proud.) I was mildly surprised to see 1/3 of the Brothers Jonas in this latest reincarnation of one of the best musicals ever. (Mildly, cause where else to go for a teen pop star than London's West End???) My review is most definitely mixed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582150964208191570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nmEqYskMHN4/TXfIufg7yFI/AAAAAAAAB-0/bFTRV-tRMMs/s320/jonas%2Bles%2Bmiz%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;While I give young Nick mad props for trying to drop his pop-only image*, I think he was trying a leeeetle to hard to impress the audience. His face often looked pained while singing, and his falsetto was wavery and weak. He did a good job for a young 20-something, but I have Michael Ball in mind...the huge, gigantic voice of Michael Ball, whose performance in the 10th anniversary show made me goose-pimply. (His dimples may have helped in that.) I enjoyed seeing the show on PBS again, but the 10th anniversary concert show is far superior, all the way from Valjean to Eponine (the amazing Lea Salonga, who took over duties as Fantine this go-around) to the subject of this entry, Marius. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582150806248936274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MF_8HTle7G0/TXfIlTEg01I/AAAAAAAAB-s/fOgA7CPGJ34/s320/ball%2Bles%2Bmiz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But, don't hesitate to do yourself a favor and catch this latest performance if your station throws it on again before pledge drive is over: It's still better than going to the Assembly Hall to see something. (ZING!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;*How I pray Bieber doesn't follow his lead and try to take over Broadway.  I'd throw up in mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-4924949144682507416?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/4924949144682507416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=4924949144682507416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4924949144682507416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4924949144682507416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/03/marius-oh-marius.html' title='Marius, Oh Marius'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nmEqYskMHN4/TXfIufg7yFI/AAAAAAAAB-0/bFTRV-tRMMs/s72-c/jonas%2Bles%2Bmiz%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-7838458927761803364</id><published>2011-03-03T22:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:52:35.111-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidz These Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WjoeVRe5lFM/TXBv5v6W6CI/AAAAAAAAB-k/hO-plzPILyk/s1600/TT%2Bkidz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580082976216508450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WjoeVRe5lFM/TXBv5v6W6CI/AAAAAAAAB-k/hO-plzPILyk/s400/TT%2Bkidz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Once again I find myself wishing I could live in a place where these chaps are appreciated.  It's Take That, by the way. Have you listened to Progress yet? Get on it, like, yesterday. At least I have the youtubes...and the CD my in-laws sent me.&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/32082108-7838458927761803364?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/7838458927761803364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=7838458927761803364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7838458927761803364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7838458927761803364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/03/kidz-these-days.html' title='Kidz These Days'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WjoeVRe5lFM/TXBv5v6W6CI/AAAAAAAAB-k/hO-plzPILyk/s72-c/TT%2Bkidz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-47010531222237372</id><published>2011-03-03T22:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:42:48.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RGWWztIr_KA/TXBtueaQAPI/AAAAAAAAB-c/pJ8mva7v4ss/s1600/growing%2Bpains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580080583516618994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RGWWztIr_KA/TXBtueaQAPI/AAAAAAAAB-c/pJ8mva7v4ss/s400/growing%2Bpains.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Growing-Pains-Complete-Second-Season/dp/B004GJYR82/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1299213446&amp;amp;sr=8-1-spell"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Growing Pains, season 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, is coming out on DVD April 26. (That's my grandfather's 82nd birthday, by the way, and I now I know juuuuuuuust what to get him.) There is no cover art on amazon yet, and season 1 came out on DVD FIVE years ago. I've been waiting and waiting. This better be no jive, or I'll pull a Tracey Gold and not eat until it comes out. (Seeing as I have a lot of baby fat to lose yet, this might be a good plan.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;If the news is true, we just need to get the ball rolling again for my favorite TV family ever, the Keatons. Seasons 1-5 came out, and then production came to a halt. Me wants 6 and 7, too! Help me relive my television youth, somebody...please!&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/32082108-47010531222237372?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/47010531222237372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=47010531222237372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/47010531222237372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/47010531222237372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/03/apparently.html' title='Apparently...'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RGWWztIr_KA/TXBtueaQAPI/AAAAAAAAB-c/pJ8mva7v4ss/s72-c/growing%2Bpains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-1940043288065889813</id><published>2011-02-28T20:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T20:25:04.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SEXY FEET!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dPLWKBWkn3s?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;If you went to sleep as soon as the Oscars were over, you  missed something big...something HUGE: Tom Hanks next Oscar winning role as himself, the Pag Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-1940043288065889813?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/1940043288065889813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=1940043288065889813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/1940043288065889813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/1940043288065889813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/02/sexy-feet.html' title='SEXY FEET!'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dPLWKBWkn3s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-6296868127372812737</id><published>2011-02-25T22:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T12:06:50.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Katharine the Great</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QLPow3gBt5g/TWqSm0GzwcI/AAAAAAAAB-U/EGIapFqWYno/s1600/hepburn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578432283971666370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QLPow3gBt5g/TWqSm0GzwcI/AAAAAAAAB-U/EGIapFqWYno/s400/hepburn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Gorgeous. Witty. Intelligent. Best voice ever. Heckuva sportie. Connecticut's most prized citizen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;In my opinion, she's the greatest actress that's ever lived. Oscar would agree. The great Katharine Hepburn was nominated for 12 Academy Awards and took home four* for: 1933's Morning Glory, 1967's Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?, 1968's The Lion in Winter, and 1981's On Golden Pond. On Golden Pond was the first film I ever saw with this amazing lady, I was five, and I cried. Oh, sure, you might say. A five-year-old will cry at anything. I actually cried because I was moved beyond words as she got down on the ground with her dying husband, telling him how much she loved him. I didn't know exactly why I was crying all of a sudden, but I knew I was feeling her sadness at the thought of him leaving her after all the years they had spent together. It was then I fell in love with movies...and her. The fact that these moving pictures contained stories and characters that became real and can make you celebrate, rejoice, and cry with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Meryl Streep is a close second to the Hepburn of the Katharine variety, and she's also fantastically talented. I've really come to appreciate Streep as of late. She'll never be as great as Kate, though...no one will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Five, you count the Supporting Actress Oscar Cate Blanchett got for playing her in 2004's The Aviator.&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/32082108-6296868127372812737?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/6296868127372812737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=6296868127372812737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/6296868127372812737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/6296868127372812737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/02/katharine-great.html' title='Katharine the Great'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QLPow3gBt5g/TWqSm0GzwcI/AAAAAAAAB-U/EGIapFqWYno/s72-c/hepburn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-8724155155228780439</id><published>2011-02-25T21:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:22:38.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Live &amp; Die by the Red Carpet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q_v30XqkWGU/TWhxrLKyGzI/AAAAAAAAB-M/iUU5oxl29_c/s1600/demi%2Bdisaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577833125044689714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q_v30XqkWGU/TWhxrLKyGzI/AAAAAAAAB-M/iUU5oxl29_c/s320/demi%2Bdisaster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I love everything about the Oscars: the glitz, the glamor, the witty pitter patter before each statue is handed out, the celebration of moving pictures that truly are moving, and of course, the red carpet fasion. While I'll be talking about the winners the next day around the water cooler (or copier machine, in my case), many just focus on who wore what and who looked, well...terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yahoo! has tried to rival VF's Hollywood catalog by putting together some of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://oscars.movies.yahoo.com/photos/109-infamous-oscar-fashions?nc#OmgPhoid=21"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;worst Oscar fashion atrocities &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;in recent years. There are some humdingers available for your perusal, but my favorite fashion mishap is at left. Nothing says 1989 like a sweet pair of velvet biker shorts.&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/32082108-8724155155228780439?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/8724155155228780439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=8724155155228780439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/8724155155228780439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/8724155155228780439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-live-die-by-red-carpet.html' title='To Live &amp; Die by the Red Carpet'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q_v30XqkWGU/TWhxrLKyGzI/AAAAAAAAB-M/iUU5oxl29_c/s72-c/demi%2Bdisaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-8637123300221571730</id><published>2011-02-25T21:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:13:48.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Do4Q_hwOYOE/TWhvzVPmU1I/AAAAAAAAB-E/qcS1_N4wFH4/s1600/31%2Bdays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577831066164941650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Do4Q_hwOYOE/TWhvzVPmU1I/AAAAAAAAB-E/qcS1_N4wFH4/s320/31%2Bdays.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;TCM's 31 Days of Oscar is nearing its end, and it's celebrating the eve of Oscar in a big way. Catch the three Oscar sweepers on this Saturday, February 26. Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tcm.com/2011/31Days/index.jsp#/day26"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; for the times and rundown. You can start your day off with some classic remakes, many consider better than the originals (too bad you can't say that more these days, huh, Hollywood?). After the big three, stay tuned for some real-life, bad-A women portrayed by Jessica Lange and Meryl Streep. Not a bad day before the &lt;em&gt;big&lt;/em&gt; day. &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/32082108-8637123300221571730?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/8637123300221571730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=8637123300221571730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/8637123300221571730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/8637123300221571730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-26.html' title='Day 26'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Do4Q_hwOYOE/TWhvzVPmU1I/AAAAAAAAB-E/qcS1_N4wFH4/s72-c/31%2Bdays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-7505453444695166200</id><published>2011-02-22T22:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T22:26:32.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' Revved Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_YaF7M5fG94/TWSL1Pcro_I/AAAAAAAAB98/VdS5cMZo4O4/s1600/VF%2BHollywood%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576735985387676658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_YaF7M5fG94/TWSL1Pcro_I/AAAAAAAAB98/VdS5cMZo4O4/s400/VF%2BHollywood%2B2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Here are a few Oscar sites to help you along your way this week before the big shoo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vanityfair.com/hollywood/features/2011/03/hollywood-portfolio-201103#slide=1"&gt;Vanity Fair 2011 Hollywood Portfolio&lt;/a&gt; catches the best of the best for the 17th year in a row.  I've only missed out on one in the past 17 years, and I'm still mad.  If you don't want to shell out the cash, check out the gorgeous snapshots here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tcm.com/2011/31Days/index.jsp?SR=sr3_17805_go"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Turner Classic Movies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;celebrates the Academy Awards every year with their 31 Days of Oscar. See the best of the best, unedited, and commercial free. TCM is the best movie channel on cable, premium or no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://oscar.go.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The Official Oscar site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;offers you a ballot for your party, daily Oscar trivia, plus those splashy commercials starring this year's hosts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;offers insight into the academy, a list of the past winners, and gives the lowdown on all that other "stuff" (for example, that film preservation that Scorsese is always on about) the AMPAS does, besides that big, flashy show once a year. &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/32082108-7505453444695166200?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/7505453444695166200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=7505453444695166200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7505453444695166200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7505453444695166200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/02/gettin-revved-up.html' title='Gettin&apos; Revved Up'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_YaF7M5fG94/TWSL1Pcro_I/AAAAAAAAB98/VdS5cMZo4O4/s72-c/VF%2BHollywood%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-80744296310762797</id><published>2011-02-21T21:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T21:29:00.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Win Oscar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's often been said that truth is better than fiction, and smart actors live by this adage. You're almost guaranteed to bring home a golden boy if you're man/woman enough to walk in someone else's shoes. From Sean Penn to Helen Mirren to last year's golden girl, Sandra Bullock: if you want some Oscar gold, go for the real deal. Below you'll find a short list (from the 80's to the present) of some of my favorite acting greats who've nabbed Oscar by getting real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Best Actress:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576350372504355586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MUUGcYWN_yA/TWMtHng9QwI/AAAAAAAAB90/x61jOKR1Zh0/s320/sissy%2Band%2Bloretty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sissy Spacek as Loretta Lynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nicole Kidman as Virginia Woolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Resse Witherspoon as June Carter Cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Helen Mirren as Queen Elizabeth II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Marion Cotillard as Edith Piaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sandra Bullock as Leigh Anne Tuohy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Best Actor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576350211739543346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Y8CiZmFndU/TWMs-Qno5zI/AAAAAAAAB9s/QKIFtK9boz4/s320/salieri.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ben Kingsley as Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;F. Murray Abraham as Antonio Salieri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Jeremy Irons as Klaus von Bulow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Philip Seymour Hoffman as Truman Capote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Forest Whittaker as Idi Amin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sean Penn as Harvey Milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Colin Firth as King George VI (c'mon...it's a lock)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There are always exceptions to rules, even in the land of Oscar. Denzel Washington, nominated for playing Malcolm X, in Spike Lee's fierce and fiery X, was denied Oscar in 1992. 8-time nominee, and first time winner, Al Pacino, took home the coveted statue that evening for his portrayal of suicidal ex-Marine, Col. Frank Slade in Scent of a Woman. (Great tango scene, by the way.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-80744296310762797?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/80744296310762797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=80744296310762797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/80744296310762797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/80744296310762797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-to-win-oscar.html' title='How to Win Oscar'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MUUGcYWN_yA/TWMtHng9QwI/AAAAAAAAB90/x61jOKR1Zh0/s72-c/sissy%2Band%2Bloretty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-7394716973660123977</id><published>2011-02-20T12:18:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T22:24:54.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweeping Oscar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Few have done it; many have tried. You might think there have been many Oscar sweeps. Surely such cinematic greats as Gone with the Wind, Citizen Kane, West Side Story, Gandhi, and American Beauty have swept the Oscars. Nay, my friends, nay. Only three have accomplished this fete in Oscars' 80+ years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Let's rewind a bit. What constitutes a sweep? A film must take home the little gold man for the five major Oscar categories: Best Film, Director, Actor, Actress, and Screenplay. The three cinematic gems that have accomplished this are as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575847106356356754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ufOUjumnBM/TWFjZrBCppI/AAAAAAAAB9k/MeYknUZuZG8/s320/oscar%2Bsweep%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1934's love story, It Happened One Night. Clark Gable and Claudette Colbert sizzled with chemistry in this Frank Capra classic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575846839644817346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-echnkdUAqug/TWFjKJcDh8I/AAAAAAAAB9c/xOVw91kvKY8/s320/oscar%2Bsweep%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1975's study of sanity, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Milos Forman brought big guns, Jack Nicholson and Louise Fletcher, to the screen in this adaptation of Ken Kesey's novel of a psych ward where the inmates strive to take over. You'll never look at a nurse's whites the same way again after watching Louise Fletcher's calm and eerie portrayal of Nurse Ratched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575845605150265906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cB-at2OArPU/TWFiCSlnkjI/AAAAAAAAB9U/qJv6X1-u9c0/s320/oscar%2Bsweep%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1991's psychological thriller, Silence of the Lambs. This one gave us a new, classic recipe for fava beans and chianti, Jodie Foster her second golden gentleman, and Sir Anthony Hopkins a much-deserved first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;An honorary sweep goes to the final installment of already classic nerd trilogy, Lord of the Rings. The Return of the King was nominated for 11 Oscars in 2003, and it took home every one. However, none of the fine actors (specifically, Sean Astin) were recognized for their work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There's no chance of a true sweep this year, but tune in on Sunday, February 27, to see if The King's Speech can do a pseudo-sweep with a Supporting Actress Oscar going to the ever eccentric Helena Bonham-Carter.  It's a long shot, but could happen...especially after their sweep at the BAFTAs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-7394716973660123977?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/7394716973660123977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=7394716973660123977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7394716973660123977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7394716973660123977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/02/sweeping-oscar.html' title='Sweeping Oscar'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ufOUjumnBM/TWFjZrBCppI/AAAAAAAAB9k/MeYknUZuZG8/s72-c/oscar%2Bsweep%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-4803349586427148170</id><published>2011-02-19T15:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T15:08:03.659-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Ready???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;8 days and counting until the 83rd Academy Awards! Have you made your Oscar picks? Do you have your annual Hollywood issue of Vanity Fair to drool over until the Red Carpet? How do you feel about the big star co-hosts? Did you place a bet AGAINST Colin Firth winning for Best Actor?...Cause if you did, you won't be rewarded for gambling big.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575510302236777330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XqlquJDRXNk/TWAxFF5am3I/AAAAAAAAB9M/ncxcvZ4G4_c/s400/oscars%2B83.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Only 8 days left to get ready, so get those ballots printed, invite some chums over, and get some fondue pots out for some classy eats...IT'S OSCAR TIME!&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/32082108-4803349586427148170?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/4803349586427148170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=4803349586427148170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4803349586427148170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4803349586427148170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/02/are-you-ready.html' title='Are You Ready???'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XqlquJDRXNk/TWAxFF5am3I/AAAAAAAAB9M/ncxcvZ4G4_c/s72-c/oscars%2B83.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-5901339137249550220</id><published>2011-02-17T16:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T15:30:51.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Reacquainted with Old Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oUsB5j6PJ-Y/TV7k-JkWWcI/AAAAAAAAB9E/HHI1FCNTpu8/s1600/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oUsB5j6PJ-Y/TV7k-JkWWcI/AAAAAAAAB9E/HHI1FCNTpu8/s400/angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575145145102653890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;It's wonderful having a newborn.  So many things to be grateful and excited about: first smiles, lil giggles, cute outfits with itty bitty feets attached, and midnight feedings.  Wait.  What did I just say?  Midnight feedings are fun?  Why, YES, they ARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Not only did I manage to watch every episode of Gilmore Girls in 7 weeks, finding new friends to know and love, I've also been able to revisit an oft overlooked spin-off series, Angel.  Sure everyone always remembers Buffy, but what about a Angel (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;sic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;)?  The die-hards remember, but not the everyday Joe of TV viewership.  Season 3 has to be one of the most spectacular, well put together seasons of television of all time.  I had hesitations going into Season 4, because how could it be anywhere as good?  Well, it certainly comes very close.  And, while Season 5 has more stand-alone episodes than a final season should, it's still bloody brilliant (pun INtended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Maybe you could care less about a show six years dead, maybe you could care less about Jossy Whedon and his vampire universe, but seriously, folks, this is some fine television.  Darkly comedic, tragically romantic, and genuinely entertaining.  (Oh, and the cast's not too hard on the eyes, either.  Seriously, everyone of 'em.  Kinda disgusting.)  Do yourself a favor and check out...and forgive me for not reporting on this sooner.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-5901339137249550220?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/5901339137249550220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=5901339137249550220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5901339137249550220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5901339137249550220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/02/getting-reacquainted-with-old-friends.html' title='Getting Reacquainted with Old Friends'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oUsB5j6PJ-Y/TV7k-JkWWcI/AAAAAAAAB9E/HHI1FCNTpu8/s72-c/angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-4697600045037144507</id><published>2011-02-12T18:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T18:50:25.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And, the Oscar Goes To...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kQN7c9-rco/TVcqrr2NdOI/AAAAAAAAB88/_AEk_k8WVaw/s1600/streep%2Bthatcher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kQN7c9-rco/TVcqrr2NdOI/AAAAAAAAB88/_AEk_k8WVaw/s400/streep%2Bthatcher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572969993887118562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Meryl Streep for her role as former UK PM, Margaret Thatcher.  What's that, you say?  You don't remember seeing her on an Oscar ballot? Well, that's because she'll be receiving it at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt; year's big show.  Seriously, people.  If you're Meryl Streep and a script for a Maggie Thatcher role comes across your table, you take it, cause you know some Oscar gold is in your future.  Good luck, Ms. Streep, and start getting that acceptance speech ready now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-4697600045037144507?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/4697600045037144507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=4697600045037144507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4697600045037144507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4697600045037144507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-oscar-goes-to.html' title='And, the Oscar Goes To...'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kQN7c9-rco/TVcqrr2NdOI/AAAAAAAAB88/_AEk_k8WVaw/s72-c/streep%2Bthatcher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-4378068050986285598</id><published>2011-01-16T18:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T18:22:24.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT TO DO!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's my favorite awards night of the year, and it's the premier of my favorite show on TV. What to do? What to watch? Well, actually, I totally know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562943461745688402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TTOLms7u_1I/AAAAAAAAB8w/iHn5i0Wb5aU/s400/gervais%2Bglobes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am so stoked to revel in some Golden Globes tonight! I want to see the Bale win (I totally have him pegged to get a supporting actor award, cause he's too young and crazy to get the best actor statue yet). I also can't wait to see me some Gervais. He's been a close friend, since the ORIGINAL (and better) Office. We've been tight ever since, and it's great to see him bring his comedic genius to the American masses. And, once again, I love the GG's the best, cause they honor the best in TV and movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Then, I'm stoked to watch some Big Love on the parents' DVR. It's the last season, folks: playtime is OVAH. Season 4 was devoured in THREE DAYS. (That's what happens when there's only 9 episodes, and you're up all hours of the night and day feeding a wee one.) Season 4 blew my mind, and I cannot wait to see what the final season offers up. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562943287272051202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TTOLci9-kgI/AAAAAAAAB8o/VOPSDBqc3kM/s400/Big_Love_Final_Season_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-4378068050986285598?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/4378068050986285598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=4378068050986285598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4378068050986285598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4378068050986285598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-to-do.html' title='WHAT TO DO!?!'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TTOLms7u_1I/AAAAAAAAB8w/iHn5i0Wb5aU/s72-c/gervais%2Bglobes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-7319830940321600171</id><published>2011-01-04T18:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T18:42:30.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One Off the Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TSO-FCOSZcI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/nFfr5cr2PKE/s1600/time%2Bcrash%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558495358810744258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TSO-FCOSZcI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/nFfr5cr2PKE/s400/time%2Bcrash%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;All the single guys are going off the market, ladies. First it was Robbie Williams, and now it's our favorite Doctor, Mr. Tennant*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-1343909/David-Tennant-marry-Georgia-Moffett-daughter-ex-Doctor-Who-Peter-Davison.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tennant's reported to be engaged to former Who co-star, Georgia Moffett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;.  (She is 13 years his junior, with an 8-year-old kid, but we're not one to gossip.) Coincidentally, Moffett is the daughter of our second favorite Doctor, Peter Davison, so one could say she's keeping it in the family. Hmmm? Something Freudian-fishy going on here???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;On a separate note, I was a bit surprised to find this Who news reported on the MTV website. Guess this means Who is really becoming a part of mainstream American pop culture. About time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*Thanks be to BBB!'s good friend, Alyssa, who informed us of the happy (?) news.&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/32082108-7319830940321600171?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/7319830940321600171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=7319830940321600171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7319830940321600171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7319830940321600171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-one-off-market.html' title='Another One Off the Market'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TSO-FCOSZcI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/nFfr5cr2PKE/s72-c/time%2Bcrash%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-5097235922761083117</id><published>2011-01-02T13:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:48:02.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TSDWQ2EKlhI/AAAAAAAAB8I/wDiH2maBt_0/s1600/wahlbergs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TSDWQ2EKlhI/AAAAAAAAB8I/wDiH2maBt_0/s320/wahlbergs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557677525054428690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My brother's in a critically acclaimed film, heralded during awards season, working with Christian Bale, and I'm touring with the Backstreet Boys.  I'm totally okay with it.  I mean, I got to ring in the New Year with Dick Clark and Ryan Seacrest...oh, and Ke$ha, too.  I mean this tour thing, totally my brainchild, so joke's oh him...Yeah...joke's on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-5097235922761083117?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/5097235922761083117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=5097235922761083117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5097235922761083117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5097235922761083117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2011/01/blood-brothers.html' title='Blood Brothers'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TSDWQ2EKlhI/AAAAAAAAB8I/wDiH2maBt_0/s72-c/wahlbergs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-8679222631520284735</id><published>2010-12-30T19:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T19:42:19.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Old Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TR00s8djNQI/AAAAAAAAB8A/iwSStVf8z44/s1600/who%2B2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556655461994018050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TR00s8djNQI/AAAAAAAAB8A/iwSStVf8z44/s400/who%2B2010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If you've been a faithful reader, you may know that New Year is not my favorite celebration of the year. While others are psyched to look forward, I find myself sullen and sad at the thought of great times ending. Oh, sure, I should be a glass half full kinda gal, and look forward to all of the great times to be had, but I still get a pang of sorrow at saying goodbye to another 12 months. Well, this year, it'll be even harder to mark the closing of 365 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;For the past 12 months, I've been able to say hello and goodbye to "my" Doctor as I've walked out my back door into another day. I've loved seeing the cocked eyebrow, my favorite companions, and seeing the greatest stories of Mr. Tennant relived in the 12 month calendar that hangs to the left of my exit. Tomorrow will be the last day I get to do that, so thus officially ends the run of my Doctor. For most of you, it ended over a year ago, when he said goodbye and Matt Smith took over the driver's seat of the TARDIS, but I've had the calendar to cling to. That will soon end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So if you see me on the street in the next few days, looking even more bummed than usual at the beginning of a new year, that may be the reason (or it could be the fact that I have a lot of baby weight to lose in the first few months of the year...yeah, or it could be that...). So long, Doctor Tennant. The ride's been phenomenal. &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/32082108-8679222631520284735?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/8679222631520284735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=8679222631520284735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/8679222631520284735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/8679222631520284735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/12/goodbye-old-friend.html' title='Goodbye, Old Friend'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TR00s8djNQI/AAAAAAAAB8A/iwSStVf8z44/s72-c/who%2B2010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-7683636681157193062</id><published>2010-12-26T19:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T19:54:59.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TRfx0XhroqI/AAAAAAAAB74/0IYYMX4ayr0/s1600/wonderful%2Blife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555174547355574946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TRfx0XhroqI/AAAAAAAAB74/0IYYMX4ayr0/s400/wonderful%2Blife.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Another Christmas has come and gone, and I confess that this Christmas did not see the best of me. I am completely ashamed of myself after this Christmas. I took my most favorite day of the year, the most joyous and blessed day of the year at that, and wasted it stressing about things and stuck in a semi-depressive state instead of reveling in the reason for the season and the simple joy that is family. I guess everyone should have one Christmas Carol experience, and this Christmas was mine. Why waste time worrying about things when God's watching and everything will turn out as it should be? Even worrying and stressing about important things, like two wee babes, isn't as important as enjoying the day that God sent us His only Son. Cause, guess what? God's going to provide the babes, too, and make sure I have time to give them what they need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You never know what could happen tomorrow. You never know who could be with you next Christmas...or who might be without you. I don't say this to be a downer, but I say this to encourage you to spend everyday living and laughing to the fullest. Make your heart burst with joy and thanksgiving everyday. Cause, it really is a wonderful life. No more worrying on Christmas. No more stressing about things on that wonderful day. I may have screwed up yesterday, but I'll be hanged if I let my pety worries and fears and disappointments get in the way of another Christmas. &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/32082108-7683636681157193062?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/7683636681157193062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=7683636681157193062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7683636681157193062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7683636681157193062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/12/rumination.html' title='Rumination'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TRfx0XhroqI/AAAAAAAAB74/0IYYMX4ayr0/s72-c/wonderful%2Blife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-1487776200725421248</id><published>2010-12-15T22:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T22:41:50.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RayRay's Newest Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TQmYJGV5sTI/AAAAAAAAB7s/dj9V7wucACg/s1600/jamie%2B30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551135297799565618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TQmYJGV5sTI/AAAAAAAAB7s/dj9V7wucACg/s400/jamie%2B30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Everybody's been doin' it since RayRay started it almost 10 years ago, but she might have some real competition now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Jamie Oliver's newest cookbook, &lt;a href="http://www.jamieoliver.com/jamies-30-minutes-meals/"&gt;Jamie's 30 Minute Meals&lt;/a&gt;, has just broke records in the UK, and is now the nation's fastest selling non-fiction book. Can you blame the folks, though? I'm sure Jamie will have a lot more to offer than 28 different ways to do a fake lasagna or 15 different chili recipes. Don't get me wrong: I love me some Rachael. But seriously, you can only do so many things with ground beef before you want to throw up at the thought of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I can't wait to get my greedy lil hands on this new cookbook. I hope others are trying to cook more at home and eat out less. It's a constant struggle, even for me, especially in our society when it's so easy to hop in the car and get food so quickly. Just remember: the extra time you spend in the kitchen will always have so many more benefits for your health, walet, and family time spent together (to name only three).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Keep an eye out for Jamie's book when it hits the states, and for now, don't be ashamed to dabble in some &lt;a href="http://www.rachaelray.com/"&gt;RayRay fine cuisine&lt;/a&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/32082108-1487776200725421248?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/1487776200725421248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=1487776200725421248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/1487776200725421248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/1487776200725421248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/12/rayrays-newest-competition.html' title='RayRay&apos;s Newest Competition'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TQmYJGV5sTI/AAAAAAAAB7s/dj9V7wucACg/s72-c/jamie%2B30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-3349345344295864511</id><published>2010-12-15T15:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T15:56:11.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Stars Hollow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TQk5bQbxGKI/AAAAAAAAB7k/JaT482wz7bo/s1600/GG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551031156141529250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TQk5bQbxGKI/AAAAAAAAB7k/JaT482wz7bo/s400/GG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;OK! I KNOW! I'm 10 years late! But, I can't help that. The same thing happened with Smallville. I got on the bandwagon too late. The only trouble is, I got on this bandwagon WAY too late...as in the show's been canned for years too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My good buddy, Matt Hollabackhollenbeck, always told me I'd love the show. He said my mind would reel at the number of pop culture references, and he's absolutely right. So, what is going on with me? I'm watching at least two episodes a night when doing late night feedings, and I'm totally...well...obsessed may be too strong, but it's close enough just to be right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The more I watch the more I appreciate the numerous pop culture references, everything from the Brady Bunch to Dobie Gillis to NSYNC. It's a dream come true for me. I make it a game to try to figure out all the references, but even this pop culture princess has trouble from time to time. (Note to self: Must read some Dorothy Parker.) The writing's impeccable: fast, sly, witty, with a pinch of sardonic sarcasm. Love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;At this point, I still don't like Jesse, though I'm told his just misunderstood (right, Cori?). Sookie's absolutely adorable. Michele is divinely catty, and Luke Danes is THE best. Perhaps my favorite character in any WB/CW teen drama. Although I firmly believe this one goes beyond teen drama, and I will defend its honor to my husband (who is to blame for all of this, since he actually got the entire series for me for my birthday).&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/32082108-3349345344295864511?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/3349345344295864511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=3349345344295864511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/3349345344295864511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/3349345344295864511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/12/lost-in-stars-hollow.html' title='Lost in Stars Hollow'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TQk5bQbxGKI/AAAAAAAAB7k/JaT482wz7bo/s72-c/GG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-1679807026432464321</id><published>2010-12-14T12:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T12:29:47.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Present You Don't Have to Wrap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TQe3krPBktI/AAAAAAAAB7c/_8wFcg4nRlI/s1600/doctor%2Bchristmas%2Bcarol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550606906466341586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TQe3krPBktI/AAAAAAAAB7c/_8wFcg4nRlI/s400/doctor%2Bchristmas%2Bcarol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;FINALLY! This year for the first time since its regeneration, BBC America will air the Doctor Who Christmas special ON Christmas night. We here at BBB! are tres excited. This news was actually released several days ago, but being with the new babe in the house, we're just getting around to it now. Also, the Christmas season wouldn't be complete without at least one Doctor Who post on BBB! Hope you get a chance to watch! :)&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/32082108-1679807026432464321?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/1679807026432464321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=1679807026432464321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/1679807026432464321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/1679807026432464321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-present-you-dont-have-to-wrap.html' title='A Christmas Present You Don&apos;t Have to Wrap'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TQe3krPBktI/AAAAAAAAB7c/_8wFcg4nRlI/s72-c/doctor%2Bchristmas%2Bcarol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-5695036266944658230</id><published>2010-12-14T11:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T11:14:14.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season to Be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;JEFF BRIDGES!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550587359283882610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TQely4TjqnI/AAAAAAAAB7U/W-I1jUOL3gg/s400/tron%2Bbridges.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wouldn't you want to be the Dude, too, if you had two stellar films arriving in time for the holidays? TRON: Legacy opens this Friday, December 17, and I confess, even with a brand new, bright, cuddly bundle of joy at home, I just a leeeeeeetle bit jealous of those of you who get to view this film in 3-D at your local cineplex. (I, of course, have the better present, but still, I'm being honest with my twinges of jealousy I feel everytime I see a preview.) And, only Jeff Bridges could make me want to see a John Wayne re-make...well, and you add the Coen Brothers, Matty Damon, and Josh Brolin to the mix, and I'm pretty much putty in your hands. These will both be at the top of my Netflix queue when they are available on DVD. Let's be honest, though: I might just go straight to the Amazon shopping cart to purchase TRON: Legacy on Blu-Ray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Have a Merry Christmas, Jeff Bridges, and I hope everyone enjoys your awesome performances on the big screen for me. CHEERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550587114497170866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TQelkoZ23bI/AAAAAAAAB7M/BHKY3PTR3k0/s400/true%2Bgrit%2Bbridges.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-5695036266944658230?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/5695036266944658230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=5695036266944658230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5695036266944658230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5695036266944658230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season-to-be.html' title='Tis the Season to Be...'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TQely4TjqnI/AAAAAAAAB7U/W-I1jUOL3gg/s72-c/tron%2Bbridges.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-8821872106791286517</id><published>2010-12-14T10:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T11:04:19.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And, Baby Makes FOUR :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Our newest addition, Kean Malcolm, entered our hearts and lives on December 2, 2010. Just as with the first wee one, this one has caused a delay in blog reports, but what better excuse could there be for a delay than a new bairn? We love him madly already. Now, if I could only figure out what to do with him when I go see TRON: Legacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550584583692747314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TQejRUbEAjI/AAAAAAAAB7E/YB5yM0oMMng/s400/IMG_6072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-8821872106791286517?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/8821872106791286517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=8821872106791286517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/8821872106791286517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/8821872106791286517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-baby-makes-four.html' title='And, Baby Makes FOUR :)'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TQejRUbEAjI/AAAAAAAAB7E/YB5yM0oMMng/s72-c/IMG_6072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-6914615970805367435</id><published>2010-11-18T18:39:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T18:47:54.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenity+Gunslinger (with a Dash of Sassy Iron Man)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TOXIqFk1HbI/AAAAAAAAB68/U9mjvUt6qLI/s1600/cowboys%2Band%2Baliens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541055541925977522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TOXIqFk1HbI/AAAAAAAAB68/U9mjvUt6qLI/s400/cowboys%2Band%2Baliens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Not since Serenity has the idea of cowboys and aliens felt so right. And, don't let the title fool you: this is going to be EH. PICK. I don't think I have enough words to describe how excited I am about this new film. Words aren't coming to me quickly enough, so let me just spill some out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Harrison Ford as a cowboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Jonny Favreau directing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ronny Howard and Stevie Spielberg producing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I like making their names childlike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Except Harrison Ford is too much the man to do that to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh, and Daniel Craig's in the mix, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm nerding out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ohgoshohgoshohgosh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi1950390553/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for the trailer. Seriously...I don't usually wish the days away, but come on summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Oh, and P to the S, after seeing the trailer, I now want Harrison Ford to play Roland in the Dark Tower adaptation.  A girl can dream...&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/32082108-6914615970805367435?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/6914615970805367435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=6914615970805367435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/6914615970805367435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/6914615970805367435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/11/serenitygunslinger-with-dash-of-sassy.html' title='Serenity+Gunslinger (with a Dash of Sassy Iron Man)'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TOXIqFk1HbI/AAAAAAAAB68/U9mjvUt6qLI/s72-c/cowboys%2Band%2Baliens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-3694942451430536278</id><published>2010-11-12T19:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T20:05:23.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NKOTB Catastrophe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I don't like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I don't like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I DON'T LIKE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538849448647834194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TN3yOjsFulI/AAAAAAAAB6w/9vk81kU6ur4/s400/nkotbsb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(OK, however, the picture on the front page of the website [above] is not terrible.) Oh, and they have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nkotbsb.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;their OWN website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;!?! Boston Boys, you DON'T NEED THEM! They rode your coattails to millions. Don't ride their's to more comeback millions. Your reunion tour was IN-CREDIBLE! You did an amazing comeback album, so I'll say it again (for the fourth time): YOU DON'T NEED THEM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And, bee to the dubs, I know this has been news for weeks, but it's taken me a long time to finally commit to the words. My words, as you have read, are limited and not too flattering. Here's the awful truth, though: I still might try to get tickets (Friday, June 17, in Chicago). I have been ruminating on my NKOTB concert from April 2009, and I want to see them again. They were simply outstanding. (You can read about it in the archives.) Just the thought of them with the BSB leaves a sticky, horrible taste in my mouth. &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/32082108-3694942451430536278?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/3694942451430536278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=3694942451430536278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/3694942451430536278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/3694942451430536278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/11/nkotb-catastrophe.html' title='NKOTB Catastrophe'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TN3yOjsFulI/AAAAAAAAB6w/9vk81kU6ur4/s72-c/nkotbsb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-6692766192596965197</id><published>2010-11-06T14:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T14:58:14.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HUB-bub, HUB-bub, HUB-bub</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TNWzEwpXWdI/AAAAAAAAB6g/kSzqQhNMgho/s1600/wonder+years.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536528211281140178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TNWzEwpXWdI/AAAAAAAAB6g/kSzqQhNMgho/s400/wonder+years.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;As if it wasn't grace enough that the Cooking Channel showed the Galloping Gourmet all summer, but now I have something to keep me warm and snuggly throughout the cold fall and winter months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What would you do if I sang outta tune? Would you stand up and walk out on me? Sure you could think of these as the opening lines to a Beatles songs, but because of Kevin Arnold, Winnie Cooper, and Paul Pfeiffer, the only I think of when I hear those word are the opening 8 mm family video reels of the Wonder Years. HUB, an amazing channel fighting to keep some 80's pop culture alive, shows Wonder Years EVERY NIGHT, and re-runs the week's shows on the weekends. What would I do without Cori, who told me of this wonderful delight of a channel??? HUB also shows Doogie Howser, Family Ties, G.I. Joe, and Fraggle Rock.  I'm telling you, contact your local cable operator NOW, and demand HUB (and the Cooking Channel, too, if you haven't yet).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Now if we could only get Growing Pains in the rotation, I'd never change the channel ever...if when my daughter gives me her big-eyed stares to turn on Wyatt and the Super Readers.&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/32082108-6692766192596965197?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/6692766192596965197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=6692766192596965197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/6692766192596965197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/6692766192596965197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/11/hub-bub-hub-bub-hub-bub.html' title='HUB-bub, HUB-bub, HUB-bub'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TNWzEwpXWdI/AAAAAAAAB6g/kSzqQhNMgho/s72-c/wonder+years.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-2929127862670806502</id><published>2010-11-05T13:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T13:23:37.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Emo Supes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;New Superman graphic novel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New Superman graphic novel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;NEW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;SUPERMAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;GRAPHIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;NOVEL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536132300647351586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TNRK_ummxSI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/t7Lh80m0tRo/s400/superman+earth+one.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's out in time for my birthday, too! &lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/search?p=Search+All+omg%21&amp;amp;fr=ush_on_omg"&gt;According to Yahoo!'s omg section&lt;/a&gt;, the new Supes is rather emo, lookin' a bit like Pattinson, and wearin' skinny ties and low ridin' trousers. Don't know if I feel good about that, but I'm rarin' to read! Superman: Earth One, a reimagining of Superman's origins, is available NOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Superman-Earth-J-Michael-Straczynski/dp/1401224687"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;HERE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;to purchase from amazon and get more info. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-2929127862670806502?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/2929127862670806502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=2929127862670806502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/2929127862670806502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/2929127862670806502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-em-gee.html' title='An Emo Supes?'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TNRK_ummxSI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/t7Lh80m0tRo/s72-c/superman+earth+one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-7286340868326514398</id><published>2010-10-20T22:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T22:12:02.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PAUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TL-vavQplSI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/Yee8DidVlOE/s1600/paul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530331741332018466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TL-vavQplSI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/Yee8DidVlOE/s400/paul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Simon Pegg + Nick Frost + Jason Bateman + Seth Rogan's voice=a Surefire Way to Get My Hardearned Cash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Thanks to Husband...AGAIN...I have new upcoming movie info that almost made my mind explode. I cannot wait for this March to see the latest theatrical installment from Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz super duo, Simon Pegg and Nick Frost. PAUL looks like the feel-good alien movie of 2011. Let's just hope there's a Cornetto in there somewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reelzchannel.com/movie-news/7997/international-teaser-trailer-for-paul"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; for the teaser trailer and some extra info (if you even need any).&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/32082108-7286340868326514398?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/7286340868326514398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=7286340868326514398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7286340868326514398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/7286340868326514398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/10/paul.html' title='PAUL'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TL-vavQplSI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/Yee8DidVlOE/s72-c/paul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-3163265852268348789</id><published>2010-10-16T12:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T13:03:40.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Didn't Know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TLnor8Tu-VI/AAAAAAAAB6I/lrJ08GFOlJk/s1600/bttf+reunion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528705859194911058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TLnor8Tu-VI/AAAAAAAAB6I/lrJ08GFOlJk/s400/bttf+reunion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2010 marks the 25th anniversary of my favorite movie of all time ever, Back to the Future. Recently there's been a flurry of press about this monumental anniversary. I've made several BTTF-related posts in the last few months, and today marks another one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Run to your nearest newsstand, or B&amp;amp;N in this day and age, and pick up the newest edition of Entertainment Weekly. It includes a bevy of cast reunions, including a nice BTTF article starring Calvin Klein and Lorraine Baines-McFly. You could also click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ew.com/ew/package/0,,20433411,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;HERE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;to see some awesome photos and videos of the reunions if you don't want to splurge on the magazine. Plus you could tune in to CNN tonight for a televised version of EW's reunion spread. It's playing at 10/9 p.m. central. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I love all the mad props, but I have to say, I hope I'm still around for the 50th anniversary. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;P.S.  If you do go to the EW link above, check out the Lord of the Rings reunion.  I met that sweet guy on the left.  He's almost as awesome as MJF.  ;)&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/32082108-3163265852268348789?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/3163265852268348789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=3163265852268348789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/3163265852268348789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/3163265852268348789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-you-didnt-know.html' title='If You Didn&apos;t Know...'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TLnor8Tu-VI/AAAAAAAAB6I/lrJ08GFOlJk/s72-c/bttf+reunion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-8276576464964483970</id><published>2010-10-13T20:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T20:53:23.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TLZii56ZbLI/AAAAAAAAB6A/FgJDGp7_6NQ/s1600/nsync2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527713944444693682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TLZii56ZbLI/AAAAAAAAB6A/FgJDGp7_6NQ/s400/nsync2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's been awhile since you've seen 'em, huh? Well, BBB! was just a leeeeeeetle too excited today when they found out the 2000 SNL with Joshua Jackson and *NSYNC would be re-run on VH-1 next Monday, October 18, at 5/4 p.m. Yup, the DVR's already been set. Might even come home early from work to watch it with the wee one. There will be other showings, so please check your local listings. And, while you're at it, get out those old CD's! Dust 'em off, throw 'em in the ole player, and get crunck with the space cowboys. Aw, yeeeeeeeeeeeah!&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/32082108-8276576464964483970?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/8276576464964483970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=8276576464964483970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/8276576464964483970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/8276576464964483970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/10/these-guys.html' title='These Guys'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TLZii56ZbLI/AAAAAAAAB6A/FgJDGp7_6NQ/s72-c/nsync2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-2528377788502338565</id><published>2010-10-13T16:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T16:09:05.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Can't Watch Sister Wives, but This is FINE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TLYfpUSENkI/AAAAAAAAB54/FG-9ZC9u90Q/s1600/big+love+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527640387323442754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TLYfpUSENkI/AAAAAAAAB54/FG-9ZC9u90Q/s400/big+love+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Why oh why do my polygamist friends always get released on DVD &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; my birthday and Christmas??? *sigh* At least lil buddy and I will have some good watchin' in the middle of the night when he wakes up for food. ;) I cannot wait to see one of my favorites, Sissy Spacek, take over! C'mon January 4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Big-Love-Complete-Fourth-Season/dp/B002ZCY82W/ref=sr_1_1?s=dvd&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1287004014&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; to pre-order.&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/32082108-2528377788502338565?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/2528377788502338565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=2528377788502338565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/2528377788502338565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/2528377788502338565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-still-cant-watch-sister-wives-but.html' title='I Still Can&apos;t Watch Sister Wives, but This is FINE!'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TLYfpUSENkI/AAAAAAAAB54/FG-9ZC9u90Q/s72-c/big+love+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-3805111864700128476</id><published>2010-10-11T14:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T14:48:30.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat Your Heart Out, Rachael</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TLNp9r7ZGkI/AAAAAAAAB5w/pLdqS0Dr7f8/s1600/jamie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526877676198500930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TLNp9r7ZGkI/AAAAAAAAB5w/pLdqS0Dr7f8/s400/jamie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;BBB!'s favorite celebrity chef, Jamie Oliver, now has his own 30 minute meal show. The only hitch? As of now, you can only catch it on the UK's Channel 4. BUUUUUUUUUT, you can still get the recipes from his website. This 30 minute recipe for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jamieoliver.com:81/recipes/chicken-recipes/piri-piri-chicken-dressed-potatoes-rocke"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Piri Piri chicken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;would make Rachael Ray sweat out her day job. It also includes a dessert...a REAL dessert...not just berries thrown on top of store-bought sponge cake with Cool Whip. OH ZING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jamieoliver.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Jamie's website &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;for updated 30 minute meals every week. And, keep his Food Revolution alive: send your kids to school with a healthy, packed lunch! No more frozen lunch food for this generation!&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/32082108-3805111864700128476?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/3805111864700128476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=3805111864700128476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/3805111864700128476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/3805111864700128476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/10/eat-your-heart-out-rachael.html' title='Eat Your Heart Out, Rachael'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TLNp9r7ZGkI/AAAAAAAAB5w/pLdqS0Dr7f8/s72-c/jamie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-5959582120569543327</id><published>2010-10-11T13:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T13:45:17.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate Robbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TLNaqNyv1zI/AAAAAAAAB5o/4UtZcnGZecU/s1600/in+and+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526860849017247538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TLNaqNyv1zI/AAAAAAAAB5o/4UtZcnGZecU/s400/in+and+out.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Today marks the release of Robbie Williams' second greatest hits compilation, and let me just say this: he went all out. Not only does it have an amazing new duet with former Take That mate, Gary Barlow, but he's also released an ultimate addition that has this super fan having kittens. (Actually, kittens and cats are my mortal enemies, and I would hate to have one if uber excited. How about I'm having rabbits instead?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;In and Out of Consciousness: The Ultimate Edition has 3 CD's and 3 DVD's. The DVD's include ALL of his videos, plus a live concert from Berlin, while the extra CD's include ALL of his B-sides. (Think Pearl Jam's Lost Dogs. I am, and I'm about to wet myself at the prospect.) I'm usually very wary of someone releasing a greatest hits effort so early in their career, and the fact that Robbie is on his SECOND leaves me very skeptical. However, once I saw this glamorous ultimate effort, I had to just buckle, and paraphrase the words of Veruca Salt: I want it, I want it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Here's the deal, peeps: birthday's coming up in a little over a month. If this isn't waiting for me, I'll be just a leeeeeetle bit disappointed. If it's not, Christmas is always offers a second chance.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;LINKS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Out-Consciousness-Greatest-Hits-Ultimate/dp/B003YDUUH8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Buy the Ultimate Edition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Out-Consciousness-Greatest-Hits-1990/dp/B0044KIRBG/ref=amb_link_158101167_3?pf_rd_m=A3P5ROKL5A1OLE&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=hero-quick-promo&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=1P5Z5Q03YHHX2GJDK5R1&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=201&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=215571467&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=B003YDUUH8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Buy the [lame] Regular Edition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;--If you're a US resident, buy it NOW.  It's only 4 pounds until this Sunday, which makes the price okay even including shipping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robbiewilliams.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Robbie's Official Website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-5959582120569543327?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/5959582120569543327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=5959582120569543327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5959582120569543327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5959582120569543327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/10/ultimate-robbie.html' title='Ultimate Robbie'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TLNaqNyv1zI/AAAAAAAAB5o/4UtZcnGZecU/s72-c/in+and+out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-3329840969624500677</id><published>2010-10-10T12:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T12:47:56.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason #838 I Love the 80's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TLH8Kg-sFqI/AAAAAAAAB5g/g0NVfyg9R34/s1600/tj+hooker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526475475342071458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TLH8Kg-sFqI/AAAAAAAAB5g/g0NVfyg9R34/s400/tj+hooker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The feathered hair. The Members Only jackets. The skin tight police officer man uniforms. Adrien Zmed. These are only four reasons I am so excited Universal HD TV network is airing T.J. Hooker. Let me add one more reason: IT'S IN HIGH DEFINTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Seriously, folks, I had forgotten how amazing T.J. Hooker is. (...or, was? Not sure what's proper there...too excited to care.) And to watch the amazing Bill Shatner and Adrien Zmed in HD is almost too much for this 80's gal to handle. The stand-offs are more exciting; the dialogue more zing-worthy; the furrowed brows more prominent. Oh, and you can see every single strand of Heather Locklear's feathered hair perfectly. (Sure she was just Aaron Spelling's new Farrah Fawcett, but she wore that feathered hair almost as well.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm just so excited for 6:00 p.m. Friday nights to roll around. Please check it out if you have the UHD. You won't be sorry.&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/32082108-3329840969624500677?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/3329840969624500677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=3329840969624500677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/3329840969624500677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/3329840969624500677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/10/reason-838-i-love-80s.html' title='Reason #838 I Love the 80&apos;s'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TLH8Kg-sFqI/AAAAAAAAB5g/g0NVfyg9R34/s72-c/tj+hooker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-3759419893549377103</id><published>2010-09-22T21:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T21:23:39.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11/19/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TJq6C6Xx7VI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/12okptW79_4/s1600/hp7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519928852487466322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TJq6C6Xx7VI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/12okptW79_4/s400/hp7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I cannot even tell you how excited I am for my 31st birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/feature/movie-talk-harry-potter-deathly-hallows-full-trailer.html"&gt;THIS &lt;/a&gt;is the reason why.&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/32082108-3759419893549377103?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/3759419893549377103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=3759419893549377103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/3759419893549377103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/3759419893549377103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/09/111910.html' title='11/19/10'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TJq6C6Xx7VI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/12okptW79_4/s72-c/hp7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-1180674061272571141</id><published>2010-09-12T22:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T22:49:48.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S COMING!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TI2fS723icI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/t7cxCEaSZsc/s1600/bttf+blu+ray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516240266253011394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TI2fS723icI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/t7cxCEaSZsc/s400/bttf+blu+ray.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yes, I have it on VHS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Of course I own it on DVD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Now comes the grandaddy of 'em all*...BLU-RAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Place your pre-order at amazon NOW! Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Back-Future-Anniversary-Trilogy-Digital/dp/B00198X0UO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1284349576&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, and hopefully something shiny will be waiting in your mailbox on or about October 26.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Until new technology makes this one obsolete.&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/32082108-1180674061272571141?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/1180674061272571141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=1180674061272571141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/1180674061272571141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/1180674061272571141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-coming.html' title='IT&apos;S COMING!!!'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TI2fS723icI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/t7cxCEaSZsc/s72-c/bttf+blu+ray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-1121373575799440470</id><published>2010-09-05T22:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T22:24:34.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still a SHAME...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TIRdA5zJuMI/AAAAAAAAB5A/QJutSGb1RZQ/s1600/robbie+gary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513634113905080514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TIRdA5zJuMI/AAAAAAAAB5A/QJutSGb1RZQ/s400/robbie+gary.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;...people don't know their name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robbiewilliams.com/news-blogs/shame-video-premiere"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; for the latest, greatest video from Robbie Williams and Gary Barlow. The two have united for one superb duet for Robbie's new greatest hits collection, coming to your (UK) stores in October. The song is, well, genius. The video is very Brokeback Mountainish at times, and it once again proves how unfair it is that men get more handsome with age. (Never EVER thought Mr. Barlow was anything short of awkwardly ugly until this, now in his 30s with stubble...whatever.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Do yourself a solid and check it out.&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/32082108-1121373575799440470?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/1121373575799440470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=1121373575799440470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/1121373575799440470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/1121373575799440470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/09/still-shame.html' title='Still a SHAME...'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TIRdA5zJuMI/AAAAAAAAB5A/QJutSGb1RZQ/s72-c/robbie+gary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-3271824662271320855</id><published>2010-09-05T20:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T20:09:57.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh.  Em.  Geeeeeeee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TIQ_M3Je49I/AAAAAAAAB44/CO9y1MYfBnM/s1600/tron+legacy+bridges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513601334003033042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TIQ_M3Je49I/AAAAAAAAB44/CO9y1MYfBnM/s400/tron+legacy+bridges.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'll be the first to admit that I thought TRON Legacy was a REALLY bad idea. I'm so sick of remakes and long overdue sequels. But, holy crow, when I saw the trailer before Inception last night, I almost fell out of my chair I got so excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The whole time I was thinking, "Please let it be a Thanksgiving release. Please let it be a Thanksgiving release." Why? Well, because Minion #2 is coming on/around December 1, and everything in the Christmas/awards season will be out of play for me. You can't imagine my disappointment when the 12.17.10 date hit the screen. Oh, well. I'll miss my 3-D TRON sequel. Guess I'll just have to try and be patient until the DVD next spring...At least I have a new boy to look forward to. And, now, maybe a name is coming to me...yes, here it comes...Jeff Bridges McFarlane. NIIIIIIIICE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P78pl1FUXfA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; for the trailer.&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/32082108-3271824662271320855?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/3271824662271320855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=3271824662271320855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/3271824662271320855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/3271824662271320855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-em-geeeeeeee.html' title='Oh.  Em.  Geeeeeeee.'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TIQ_M3Je49I/AAAAAAAAB44/CO9y1MYfBnM/s72-c/tron+legacy+bridges.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-1458042820301894700</id><published>2010-08-30T19:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:09:44.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Decade in the Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/THxSt9CU2SI/AAAAAAAAB4w/Rv52PHZ3p0s/s1600/smallville+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511370993426553122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/THxSt9CU2SI/AAAAAAAAB4w/Rv52PHZ3p0s/s400/smallville+9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Here we are again, folks. The beginning of a new TV season. And, here we are again, burdened with high hopes for the new season of Smallville. I know I was doubtful this summer, but I have to watch this season: it's the LAST one (finally). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yes, I've gone on and on AND on about how disappointing the last few seasons have been. Yes, I still miss Lex and Lana. Yes, I want Clark (not the Man of Steel yet, mind you) to get him some specs for the day, tights for the night, and FLY. Yes, somehow, some way, I have hope that the series will end on a high note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Delusional? Maybe. Hopeful? Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Anyhoo...start tuning in to your local CW on Friday, September 24, for the all new FINAL season of Smallville. I hope we won't be sorry. If you need to get caught up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cwtv.com/shows/smallville"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; for the CW site where you can watch full episodes. I think I missed about 13 from last season, so maybe I should take my own advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Smallville-Complete-Season-Tom-Welling/dp/B002JVWRDQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1283215625&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; to buy Season 9 and watch on your own time. The cover art is kickin', don't cha think??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-1458042820301894700?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/1458042820301894700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=1458042820301894700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/1458042820301894700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/1458042820301894700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/08/decade-in-making.html' title='A Decade in the Making'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/THxSt9CU2SI/AAAAAAAAB4w/Rv52PHZ3p0s/s72-c/smallville+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-4588253738203979090</id><published>2010-08-30T17:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T18:00:20.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Informative Graph</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/THw39sbHXRI/AAAAAAAAB4o/0xGNacADSRI/s1600/BTTF+Graph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511341577031081234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/THw39sbHXRI/AAAAAAAAB4o/0xGNacADSRI/s400/BTTF+Graph.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I know, I know...It's not even Christmas, and you're getting TWO BTTF graphics in ONE day! I have my husband to thank for this one. Perhaps the first graph I've ever understood on the first read. Now, if I could just remember which is the X-axis and which is the Y...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-4588253738203979090?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/4588253738203979090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=4588253738203979090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4588253738203979090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4588253738203979090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/08/informative-graph.html' title='Informative Graph'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/THw39sbHXRI/AAAAAAAAB4o/0xGNacADSRI/s72-c/BTTF+Graph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-2938385102445191775</id><published>2010-08-30T17:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T17:57:30.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future is NOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;WHAT'S THAT!?!?  You didn't hear Nike finally has some Power Laces in the work?  I have two things to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1) It's ABOUT time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2) Where's my Hover Board???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511340006656010386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/THw2iSUhaJI/AAAAAAAAB4g/sWUDV7lG5wk/s400/power+laces.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. I would've posted on this looooooong ago, like the same day I saw it on AOTS last week, but with a baby running around and papers to grade, other things come first. ;)&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/32082108-2938385102445191775?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/2938385102445191775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=2938385102445191775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/2938385102445191775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/2938385102445191775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/08/future-is-now.html' title='The Future is NOW'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/THw2iSUhaJI/AAAAAAAAB4g/sWUDV7lG5wk/s72-c/power+laces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-8758494268854483190</id><published>2010-08-23T17:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T18:02:02.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Move Over, Keogh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/THL9j5Tp5kI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/kuz6fF6H88s/s1600/gftr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508744087348045378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/THL9j5Tp5kI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/kuz6fF6H88s/s400/gftr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Phil Keogh, that is, cause Food Network's ultimate, Tyler Florence, is at the helm of the newest cross-country racin' show, The Great Food Truck Race. And, man oh MAN, is it GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am completely in love with this show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1) It's about food trucks. Nothin' like gettin' your food on the go from a tasty, clean (?) truck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2) It's a race. Um...enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3) I absolutely love watching Tyler doing his best Phil. I seriously think the FN heads gave him 10 seasons of Amazing Race to watch just to study Phil's point and cocking of the eyebrow. Classic Keogh. Tyler's good, but not as good as our Phil. (Who is really???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;4) Speaking of the Race...not only is Ty doing his Phil, but there are also Road Blocks...um, I mean TRUCK STOPS along the way. Whoever wins these gets immunity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;5)  Yes, teams are having meltdowns, there are attitudes, and there are greasy guys who never get to shower.  PLUS, there's food.  It's like God touched the FN programmers and told them exactly what would pull me in.  (Well, not the greasy guys.  I just like to root against them and yell at them to shower.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If you love eatin', cookin', and racin', you GOTS TO tune in. I'm just sorry my post is so late. This Sunday will be the third week, but it's also Free On Demand, if you're blessed with that cable perk. If not, set those DVR's stat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Bon appetit! &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/32082108-8758494268854483190?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/8758494268854483190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=8758494268854483190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/8758494268854483190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/8758494268854483190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/08/move-over-keogh.html' title='Move Over, Keogh!'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/THL9j5Tp5kI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/kuz6fF6H88s/s72-c/gftr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-6826474146542986472</id><published>2010-08-21T20:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T20:14:41.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Bit on Our Robbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/THB59I_QdAI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/bMK6JtRb1cY/s1600/hello+robbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508036435565900802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/THB59I_QdAI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/bMK6JtRb1cY/s320/hello+robbie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Just an FYI that even if you live in the states you can still get all of your Robbie wedding details. I just purchased the issue of HELLO!, Britain's top gossip rag, at my local Barnes &amp;amp; Noble. I know you can do the same. And, if you're a member, you'll save 69 cents! (Was that a plug? Did I just plug B&amp;amp;N? Oh, I still miss Pages so much.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If you're one of the few that live in an area rampant with Robbie fans, and the rag's sold out before you get there, just click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hellomagazine.com/celebrities/201008103983/robbie-williams/ayda-field/hello-wedding-exclusive/1/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; to read an excerpt from the article. ENJOY!&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/32082108-6826474146542986472?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/6826474146542986472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=6826474146542986472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/6826474146542986472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/6826474146542986472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-more-bit-on-our-robbie.html' title='One More Bit on Our Robbie'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/THB59I_QdAI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/bMK6JtRb1cY/s72-c/hello+robbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-5719492853059507051</id><published>2010-08-18T17:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T17:43:44.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And, In Baseball News...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TGxiD0WvzfI/AAAAAAAAB4I/krE7yyVIqLU/s1600/d+lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506884262100454898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TGxiD0WvzfI/AAAAAAAAB4I/krE7yyVIqLU/s400/d+lee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;In a year frought with woes, from losing Ryan Theriot to losing, well tons of games, the Cubs upper echelons have now decided to extend the crying fits of their fans for an undetermined, yet sure to be LONG, amount of time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;They have traded the classiest, most handsome and gentlemanly player they've had since Ryne Sandberg, #25 Derek Lee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We here at BBB! don't even really know where to begin. We're HUGE Lee fans, and we are going to miss his first base presence more than we can put into words. Sure he's had a bit of a slump this season, but so has the WHOLE, ENTIRE team. I'll still wear my Lee pinstripes with pride when I go back to the Friendly Confines...though when that will be I have no idea now. The idea of going to Wrigley without D-Lee leaves a nasty, funky, horrible taste in my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I hate the upper office's faces...ALL of their faces. And, for the one who signed off on the final deal, I may want your head mounted on my wall. Just kidding...???&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/32082108-5719492853059507051?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/5719492853059507051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=5719492853059507051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5719492853059507051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/5719492853059507051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-in-baseball-news.html' title='And, In Baseball News...'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TGxiD0WvzfI/AAAAAAAAB4I/krE7yyVIqLU/s72-c/d+lee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-4519818563974047068</id><published>2010-08-16T08:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T08:21:02.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ELVIS DEAD DAY '10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's the 33rd anniversary of the King of Rock n Roll's death. What are you doing? Apparently, I'm not watching a marathon of his films on TCM, because they deemed the day too unworthy for one. Oh, and I get to go to work*. I can guarantee I'll be blasting the E-Man through my windows on the way and trying to catch a few minutes of That's the Way It Is when I get home, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505996919935493362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TGk7BtMmZPI/AAAAAAAAB4A/fVd8OuRAtwk/s400/elvis+art.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Balls on school starting this early. If this keeps up, I won't be able to make the 35th anniversary in a couple of years. &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/32082108-4519818563974047068?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/4519818563974047068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=4519818563974047068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4519818563974047068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/4519818563974047068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/08/elvis-dead-day-10.html' title='ELVIS DEAD DAY &apos;10'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TGk7BtMmZPI/AAAAAAAAB4A/fVd8OuRAtwk/s72-c/elvis+art.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-6580484484249503898</id><published>2010-08-15T21:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T21:42:51.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Reason to LOVE the Cooking Channel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TGilT5dHrvI/AAAAAAAAB34/kcWQhfcZrlY/s1600/galloping+gourmet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505832305719488242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TGilT5dHrvI/AAAAAAAAB34/kcWQhfcZrlY/s400/galloping+gourmet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Recently my wonderful husband upgraded our cable package. One reason he did this? Cause I could get the Cooking Channel. (Yeah, I KNOW! How GREAT is he?) Aside from having lots of Giader, tons of Tyler, and Jamie Oliver everyday, it also has my favorite chef from my youth, the one who got me addicted to cooking shows: the Galloping Gourmet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cookingchanneltv.com/the-galloping-gourmet/index.html"&gt;Oh, Graham Kerr...How I adore thee. Everyday I gallop to my set at 2:30/1:30 p.m. to see my wonderful friend&lt;/a&gt;, in his garish (well, stylish for then) 70's three-piece suits. I'm giddy as I listen to his daily anecdote before he starts the cooking, and I relish when his clarified butter isn't clarified. Cause guess what, peeps? This shee was real, LIVE, and if that butter wasn't ready, he went on with the show anyway (after a handsome, deadpan "Oh woe is me" look to the camera). He is the most entertaining man ever to host a TV cooking show, and yes, I'm including my modern-day favorite, Mr. Oliver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It doesn't get any better than vintage Kerr. If you have the time, and the CC, PLEASE tune in to his show. You won't be sorry. Well, you actually might be sorry you can't entertain and cook like him, but you'll love watching him do it in your stead. I hope you enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;P.S. If you're a LOOOOOOOOONG time reader, you'll remember I did one of my very first posts on the GG back in 2006. Check out the archive if you're so inclined.&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/32082108-6580484484249503898?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/6580484484249503898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=6580484484249503898' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/6580484484249503898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/6580484484249503898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-reason-to-love-cooking-channel.html' title='One Reason to LOVE the Cooking Channel'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TGilT5dHrvI/AAAAAAAAB34/kcWQhfcZrlY/s72-c/galloping+gourmet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-1480032372230880098</id><published>2010-08-15T21:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T21:33:08.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Horrible to Rear Evil Spawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TGijGSqHfdI/AAAAAAAAB3w/WbLncVDKcrA/s1600/nph+wishing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505829872943463890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TGijGSqHfdI/AAAAAAAAB3w/WbLncVDKcrA/s320/nph+wishing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I guess this sweet pic should've given us a clue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I was thrilled to learn that BBB! favorite, &lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/gossip/2010/08/15/2010-08-15_neil_patrick_harris_announces_he_will_be_a_father_to_twins_with_longtime_partner.html"&gt;NPH, will become the father of twins with his babies' daddy, David Burtka&lt;/a&gt;. The couple are a devilishly handsome duo, and they should instill some fine fashion sense unto their new additions. Babies, babies everywhere on the HIMYM set last year, and I'm glad they're now in on the game. I can't wait to see the lil ones toddling down the red carpet in some smashing gear. Congrats to my favorite underage doctor/evil genius/womanizer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This would've gotten up A LOT earlier, but sometimes when you have your own baby, other things come first. ;)&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/32082108-1480032372230880098?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/1480032372230880098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=1480032372230880098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/1480032372230880098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/1480032372230880098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/08/dr-horrible-to-rear-evil-spawn.html' title='Dr. Horrible to Rear Evil Spawn'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TGijGSqHfdI/AAAAAAAAB3w/WbLncVDKcrA/s72-c/nph+wishing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-9109986596772057650</id><published>2010-08-11T09:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T09:31:43.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kickin' Off Elvis Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TGK0PtL4uHI/AAAAAAAAB3o/iDJEFZP27ak/s1600/elvis+grandbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504159876520654962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TGK0PtL4uHI/AAAAAAAAB3o/iDJEFZP27ak/s320/elvis+grandbaby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's less than a week to the remembrance of the King of Rock n Roll's death, so we might as well start with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/news/movies.reuters.com/elvis-granddaughter-eyeing-role-mad-max-film-reuters"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;. His lil grandbaby sure got those smoldering eyes, ain't she? (Or maybe it's all the eyeliner she's wearing...whatever.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32082108-9109986596772057650?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/9109986596772057650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=9109986596772057650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/9109986596772057650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/9109986596772057650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/08/kickin-off-elvis-week.html' title='Kickin&apos; Off Elvis Week'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TGK0PtL4uHI/AAAAAAAAB3o/iDJEFZP27ak/s72-c/elvis+grandbaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-6511120691053202108</id><published>2010-08-10T22:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T09:29:03.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Look Just Like Hugo Reyes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TGIZlNXMw_I/AAAAAAAAB3g/FesVe63nOAQ/s1600/hurley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503989821632988146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TGIZlNXMw_I/AAAAAAAAB3g/FesVe63nOAQ/s400/hurley.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;...Uh oh and you're Libby Smith...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ah, devine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://new.music.yahoo.com/blogs/stopthepresses/251302/weezer-picks-lost-star-jorge-garcia-for-album-cover/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Weezer's using my favorite LOST castmember on the cover of their album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;. The album's title? Hurley. Lovin' it already. Yahoo and Amazon have the "cover" out, but it looks pretty generic to me. I hope both factions just slapped Jorge Garcia's mug on a fake CD case, and we'll just have to wait and see the real deal come September 14...I hope.&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/32082108-6511120691053202108?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/6511120691053202108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=6511120691053202108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/6511120691053202108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/6511120691053202108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-look-just-like-hugo-reyes.html' title='I Look Just Like Hugo Reyes...'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TGIZlNXMw_I/AAAAAAAAB3g/FesVe63nOAQ/s72-c/hurley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32082108.post-6086830536999007965</id><published>2010-08-09T08:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T08:38:48.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TGAEwiNIz8I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/1HuuuKaO2Zc/s1600/robbie-ayda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503403976508886978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TGAEwiNIz8I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/1HuuuKaO2Zc/s400/robbie-ayda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Robbie is hitched! Congrats...I guess. I looked up his missus on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0275892/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;IMDB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, and, well, her resume leaves something to be desired. She better not be just a bloodhound out for our Robbie's money. If she is, I feel I have many faithful readers who will avenge his honor if she so chooses to break his heart. I'm still a little bummed we weren't invited to the happy nuptials, but oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hope Robbie's glommed on to some happy times: new wife, 2 new CD's coming up, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robbiewilliams.com/news-blogs/we-sing-robbie-williams-wii-game-coming-soon"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We Sing Robbie for the Wii &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;might make this his best fall yet. &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/32082108-6086830536999007965?l=bingbongboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/feeds/6086830536999007965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32082108&amp;postID=6086830536999007965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/6086830536999007965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32082108/posts/default/6086830536999007965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bingbongboom.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296994939309970158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/SKW5R8iIOeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/gCPythpY4rM/S220/IMG_0216.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLnzDNwb3TM/TGAEwiNIz8I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/1HuuuKaO2Zc/s72-c/robbie-ayda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
