<?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-13617781</id><updated>2012-01-27T09:01:26.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The List List</title><subtitle type='html'>Got A List? Post It Here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MeJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03736003650098714494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/faville/eye.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-116223944633781182</id><published>2006-10-30T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T12:17:26.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Also by Stephen Hawking (author of "A Brief History of Time," "A Briefer History of Time," and "The Universe in a Nutshell")</title><content type='html'>"A Concise Summary of Time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Quick Recap of Time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"String Theory on a Bumper Sticker"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Wess-Zumino-Witten model of Quantum Field Theory in a Fortune Cookie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Schrödinger Equation on a Candy Heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time.ppt"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-116223944633781182?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/116223944633781182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=116223944633781182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/116223944633781182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/116223944633781182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2006/10/also-by-stephen-hawking-author-of.html' title='Also by Stephen Hawking (author of &quot;A Brief History of Time,&quot; &quot;A Briefer History of Time,&quot; and &quot;The Universe in a Nutshell&quot;)'/><author><name>Ish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476053301884000212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a338/yesthebrucedickinson/Ish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-115385056098113369</id><published>2006-07-25T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T11:02:41.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To Travelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;***10 things I miss about my vacation***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Flat land - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so I could walk everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Public Toilets &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(or the ability to pay any restaurant to use one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. afternoon snack of Simit &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(like a pretzel, but round, crunchier, and coated with sesame seeds ... often served sliced with some sheeps milk cheese in the middle, like a sandwich)&lt;/span&gt; and Camlica Gazoz &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Turkish lemon soda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Vlamese Frite Stands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dinner at 10 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Being the "exotic" one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fresh Crusty French Bread - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If you've never been to France, you truly have NO idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cheap Local Wines by the half carafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Turkish Baths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Coffeeshops (the brown kind) - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm going to do it anyway, you might as well let me be civilized about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;***Things I don't miss***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Squating over a hole in the ground to pee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The "Hey Lady!" litany of Sultanahmet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The strays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- European 2-star accomdations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- paying 10 euros for a cocktail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-115385056098113369?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/115385056098113369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=115385056098113369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/115385056098113369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/115385056098113369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2006/07/ode-to-travelling.html' title='Ode To Travelling'/><author><name>Serrephim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01860746853228891590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.piersidegallery.com/artists/parkes/mp9x-03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-115167380293131053</id><published>2006-06-30T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T06:24:19.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Profound Unanswered Questions That Are Also Song Titles</title><content type='html'>"What becomes of the brokenhearted?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if God &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; one of us?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-115167380293131053?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/115167380293131053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=115167380293131053&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/115167380293131053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/115167380293131053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2006/06/profound-unanswered-questions-that-are.html' title='Profound Unanswered Questions That Are Also Song Titles'/><author><name>iaintlying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12854768261200784024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-115038013016632335</id><published>2006-06-15T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T07:08:29.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 points on why I should just go home today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't feel well (granted, I usually don't this time of day so that's not a huge stretch, but still...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are movies I need to watch and return to Netflix.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cat needs me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This place stifles my creative energy and makes me feel trapped in a cage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bed is at home, waiting for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's been too long since I've pleasured myself. &lt;i&gt;Seriously.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are snacks at home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are piles upon piles of laundry to do (and really, laundry is better to do during the day, isn't it?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are bills to pay (oh, they don't get paid if I don't work? Shit.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's okay for me to be inebriated if I'm not here. Just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forgot my lunch and no one can cover for me to go get one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alright... I just don't like the lunch that I brought, shutup.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dude, I just need to be alone and think about stuff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You wouldn't miss me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just look at these circles under my eyes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't give you shit when &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; wanna go home (well, not to your face at least.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have no idea what's going on on daytime television these days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did I mention there are snacks at home? &lt;i&gt;And&lt;/i&gt; beverages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to clean the house and come on, I shouldn't have to do that "on my own time."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look at this. Look at what this boredom has led me to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-115038013016632335?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/115038013016632335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=115038013016632335&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/115038013016632335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/115038013016632335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2006/06/20-points-on-why-i-should-just-go-home.html' title='20 points on why I should just go home today'/><author><name>Nervous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-115013098816185101</id><published>2006-06-12T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T09:56:37.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things That Make My Taste Buds Wanna Holla (Ranked lowest to highest)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;10. A Sabretts hot dog dressed with mustard and relish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;9. Nehi Orange soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;8. Green Apple flavored chewing gum (Extra)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;7. Snickers (It really does satisfy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;6. Chocolate pudding smothered lovingly with whipped cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;5. Kraft Macaroni &amp;amp; Cheese (It's the cheesiest!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;4. Hidden Valley Ranch dressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;3. Popeyes fried chicken (Love that chicken from.....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;2. Deep, wet, kisses, directly after consuming peppermint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1. Cinnamon oil licked off of the body of a lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-115013098816185101?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/115013098816185101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=115013098816185101&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/115013098816185101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/115013098816185101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2006/06/10-things-that-make-my-taste-buds.html' title='10 Things That Make My Taste Buds Wanna Holla (Ranked lowest to highest)'/><author><name>iaintlying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12854768261200784024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-114888449548954029</id><published>2006-05-28T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T10:13:03.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrities I Have Met</title><content type='html'>Ozzy Osbourne (backstage)&lt;br /&gt;The Fixx (remember them? post-show party. woohoo!)&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Adams (high school buddy)&lt;br /&gt;Chastity Bono (waited on her and her &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; friendly girlfriend)&lt;br /&gt;Don Johnson (waited on him and his teenage fucktoy)&lt;br /&gt;Peter Tork (waited on him... alone and Monkeeless, but with a great sense of humor)&lt;br /&gt;John Turturro (waited on him and his wife)&lt;br /&gt;Robert Crumb &amp; Terry Zwigoff (waited on them... what is the sound of two introverts dining?)&lt;br /&gt;Motorhead (I was one of their crowd handlers during a record store appearance)&lt;br /&gt;Pierre Trudeau (on a surfing trip)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-114888449548954029?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/114888449548954029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=114888449548954029&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/114888449548954029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/114888449548954029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2006/05/celebrities-i-have-met.html' title='Celebrities I Have Met'/><author><name>MeJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03736003650098714494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/faville/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-114608896536747729</id><published>2006-04-26T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T15:03:34.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief for high oil costs: The President's Checklist</title><content type='html'>Make empty gesture of temporarily deferring additions to the Strategic Petrolum Reserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeal $2 billion in tax cuts on the oil industry. (Leave other $10 billion in tax cuts alone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you say "we're a nation addicted to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;foreign&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; oil," not just "we're addicted to oil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame Democratic administration for not opening up the Arctic National Wildlife Reserve to oil drilling ten years ago .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ease environmental requirements for refiners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say nothing about Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Iran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Karl Rove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make "thumbs up" gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go for bike ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-114608896536747729?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/114608896536747729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=114608896536747729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/114608896536747729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/114608896536747729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2006/04/relief-for-high-oil-costs-presidents.html' title='Relief for high oil costs: The President&apos;s Checklist'/><author><name>Ish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476053301884000212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a338/yesthebrucedickinson/Ish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-114592347661591055</id><published>2006-04-24T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T17:04:36.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople</title><content type='html'>top 10 reasons I'm going:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) It’s the cradle of civilization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) The Grand Bazaar (shop til I drop,  probably literally) &amp; The Egyptian Spice Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) It’ll be complete culture shock – and I mean that in the best ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) They call it  “Turquoise” for a reason &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) One city – two continents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Hagia Sophia &amp; The Blue Mosque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  I get to visit what was once a real harem &amp; Nur-u Banu’s Baths (Skye O’Malley fantasies realized!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Sunset on the Bosphorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Notching off another “thing I must do before I die” from that list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) “It is in every sense — culturally, historically, scenically and culinarily — inexhaustible.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-114592347661591055?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/114592347661591055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=114592347661591055&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/114592347661591055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/114592347661591055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2006/04/now-its-istanbul-not-constantinople.html' title='Now it&apos;s Istanbul, not Constantinople'/><author><name>Serrephim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01860746853228891590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.piersidegallery.com/artists/parkes/mp9x-03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-114564557990309213</id><published>2006-04-21T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T11:52:59.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights from Suri Cruise's First Year</title><content type='html'>Okay, I cheated. It's over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://notrealnews.blogspot.com/2006/04/highlights-from-suri-cruises-first.html"&gt;http://notrealnews.blogspot.com/2006/04/highlights-from-suri-cruises-first.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-114564557990309213?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/114564557990309213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=114564557990309213&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/114564557990309213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/114564557990309213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2006/04/highlights-from-suri-cruises-first.html' title='Highlights from Suri Cruise&apos;s First Year'/><author><name>Ish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476053301884000212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a338/yesthebrucedickinson/Ish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-114553843477216987</id><published>2006-04-20T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T06:07:14.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons for my Headaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;They hit me every time I walk into the room of my office and I don’t know why.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The air is dry.&lt;br /&gt;2.  There is a chemical leak somewhere and will slowly kill me.&lt;br /&gt;3.  My brain recognizes and rejects its surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;4.  My eyes refuse to stare at a tiny laptop screen for 9+ hours.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I associate stress with work..&lt;br /&gt;6.  The genius who ordered the new chairs bought ones that don’t recline or adjust.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Everyone around me speaks German all day and I can’t focus.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Lingering effects from watching Wife Swap on accident.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Voodoo. Maybe the doll of me is trapped with its head under a chair leg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-114553843477216987?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/114553843477216987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=114553843477216987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/114553843477216987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/114553843477216987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2006/04/reasons-for-my-headaches.html' title='Reasons for my Headaches'/><author><name>Mr. Husbland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/112413733_d8779d0bb8.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-114119328134999115</id><published>2006-02-28T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:08:01.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The list of Pop Culture I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; shouldn't like (But I honestly do!*)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) 2 Live Crew - &lt;em&gt;So offensive they wrap their way back to funny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Laguna Beach - &lt;em&gt;You rock, LC.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) The Rock - &lt;em&gt;since we're speaking of. I can smeeeeelllllll what he's cookin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Kelly Clarkson - &lt;em&gt;I even fell for her stupid love song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Flavor of Love - &lt;em&gt;Can't. Look. Away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Ricky Martin - &lt;em&gt;I know the lyrics in Spanish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The Nanny Reruns on Lifetime TV - &lt;em&gt;before that freaks you completely, one of my first crushes was Charles Shaughnessy's Days of Our Lives Character**. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) MTV "Reality" Dating Shows - &lt;em&gt;Date My Mom (MILFs!), Next! (Trainwreck!), Parental Contol (dear lord!), Room Raiders (why does the spy kit&lt;/em&gt; really &lt;em&gt;have latex gloves??) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Oreos - &lt;em&gt;they haven't killed me yet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 1980s Michael Jackson - &lt;em&gt;do I really need to explain why that makes me ashamed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Quick Sex Tip of the Day on the topic of your choosing on my blog to the first person who gets &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; reference&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;** I was 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-114119328134999115?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/114119328134999115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=114119328134999115&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/114119328134999115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/114119328134999115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2006/02/guilty-pleasures.html' title='Guilty Pleasures'/><author><name>Serrephim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01860746853228891590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.piersidegallery.com/artists/parkes/mp9x-03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-113952079781848256</id><published>2006-02-09T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T13:33:17.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Potential Karaoke Numbers*</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT size="1"&gt;* to be performed in front of co-workers for a going-away party...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Proud Mary, &lt;I&gt;Tina &amp; Ike&lt;/I&gt; -- performed with lots of booty-shaking&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Livin' on a Prayer, &lt;I&gt;Bon Jovi&lt;/I&gt; -- with someone doing the "wahoowahoowahoowahoo" part as my backup singer&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;9 to 5, &lt;I&gt;Dolly Parton&lt;/I&gt; -- co-workers can relate and will sing along!&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Father Figure, &lt;I&gt;George Michael&lt;/I&gt; -- for the ewww factor&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Shook Me All Night Long, &lt;I&gt;ACDC&lt;/I&gt; -- no actual singing required&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Wild Thing, &lt;I&gt;Tone Loc&lt;/I&gt; -- who doesn't love it?&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Bohemian Rhapsody, &lt;I&gt;Queen&lt;/I&gt; -- I like a challenge&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/OL&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-113952079781848256?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/113952079781848256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=113952079781848256&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/113952079781848256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/113952079781848256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2006/02/7-potential-karaoke-numbers.html' title='7 Potential Karaoke Numbers*'/><author><name>OneBadSue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4677/310/1600/134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-113945335938810471</id><published>2006-02-08T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:50:55.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses I Have Made for Not Posting Here in Three, Make That Four Months</title><content type='html'>*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-113945335938810471?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/113945335938810471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=113945335938810471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/113945335938810471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/113945335938810471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2006/02/excuses-i-have-made-for-not-posting.html' title='Excuses I Have Made for Not Posting Here in Three, Make That Four Months'/><author><name>Ish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476053301884000212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a338/yesthebrucedickinson/Ish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-113866314716686797</id><published>2006-01-30T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T15:19:07.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Songs That Always Get Me on the Dance Floor</title><content type='html'>10. La Vida Loca - Ricky Martin &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(yeah, yeah, I know .... so, shuddup, ok?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  It Takes Two - Rob Base &amp; DJ E-Z Rock &lt;br /&gt;8.  How Many Licks? - L'il Kim&lt;br /&gt;7.  White Lines - Grandmaster Flash&lt;br /&gt;6.  Hot in Here - Nelly&lt;br /&gt;5.  Love Shack - B52s&lt;br /&gt;4.  Push It - Salt-n-Pepa&lt;br /&gt;3.  Let's Go Crazy - Prince &lt;br /&gt;2.  Baby's Got Back - Sir-Mixx-Alot&lt;br /&gt;1.  Groove is in the Heart - Dee-Lite &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(it's definitely in mine!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-113866314716686797?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/113866314716686797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=113866314716686797&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/113866314716686797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/113866314716686797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2006/01/10-songs-that-always-get-me-on-dance.html' title='10 Songs That Always Get Me on the Dance Floor'/><author><name>Serrephim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01860746853228891590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.piersidegallery.com/artists/parkes/mp9x-03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-113763225618851655</id><published>2006-01-18T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T16:57:36.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Excuses I Have Made For Not Posting Here In 3 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;i am lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i allow silly things like work* get in the way of my blog-list writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i couldn't think of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no one else has been posting much, either.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*"work" also includes:  IMing, blogging, chatting with coworkers, paying bills online, roaming the office halls, and making frequent trips to the ladies' room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-113763225618851655?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/113763225618851655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=113763225618851655&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/113763225618851655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/113763225618851655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2006/01/4-excuses-i-have-made-for-not-posting.html' title='4 Excuses I Have Made For Not Posting Here In 3 Months'/><author><name>Kristy Sammis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QQMLHfvMALk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAsA/akWr2TVe6-Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-113442218591334493</id><published>2005-12-12T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T13:18:57.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Miss About Being A Kid</title><content type='html'>-Climbing trees&lt;br /&gt;-Building Forts&lt;br /&gt;-Riding my bike around the neighborhood for hours&lt;br /&gt;-The way the world is created anew with every discovery&lt;br /&gt;-Childhood Wonder&lt;br /&gt;-Barbies&lt;br /&gt;-Trick-or-Treating&lt;br /&gt;-Having Summers Off&lt;br /&gt;-Playing with my cousins&lt;br /&gt;-Sitting on my grandma's lap and feeling completely loved &amp; safe &amp;amp; like nothing could ever harm me as long as I was there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-113442218591334493?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/113442218591334493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=113442218591334493&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/113442218591334493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/113442218591334493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/12/things-i-miss-about-being-kid.html' title='Things I Miss About Being A Kid'/><author><name>Serrephim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01860746853228891590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.piersidegallery.com/artists/parkes/mp9x-03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-113322179084061114</id><published>2005-11-28T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T15:49:51.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hairballs over the past 72 hours</title><content type='html'>the closet&lt;br /&gt;the stairs&lt;br /&gt;the foot of the bed&lt;br /&gt;the side of the bed&lt;br /&gt;the other side of the bed&lt;br /&gt;the stairs again&lt;br /&gt;and again&lt;br /&gt;the kitchen floor&lt;br /&gt;right where MeJane stepped on her way to the bathroom in the middle of the night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-113322179084061114?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/113322179084061114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=113322179084061114&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/113322179084061114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/113322179084061114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/11/hairballs-over-past-72-hours.html' title='hairballs over the past 72 hours'/><author><name>El Gallo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828572152878860082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2pqZpzDqLh4/R9qrSJTkiJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SPn_21KFQVo/S220/rooster-kid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-113321661987819760</id><published>2005-11-28T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T14:23:39.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter</title><content type='html'>1. slanted sunlight&lt;br /&gt;2. sniffling&lt;br /&gt;3. wanting to never get out of bed again&lt;br /&gt;4. cold fingers, cold toes&lt;br /&gt;5. naked tree limbs&lt;br /&gt;6. eight pm is midnight&lt;br /&gt;7. hoping for spring, hoping for spring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-113321661987819760?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/113321661987819760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=113321661987819760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/113321661987819760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/113321661987819760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/11/winter.html' title='Winter'/><author><name>El Gallo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828572152878860082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2pqZpzDqLh4/R9qrSJTkiJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SPn_21KFQVo/S220/rooster-kid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-113026355590502162</id><published>2005-10-25T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:05:55.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Willardisms</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;in which I detail some remarks typical of my father&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...take a swig..."&lt;br /&gt;"...wash it down..."&lt;br /&gt;"...got to have me my biscuits..."&lt;br /&gt;"...you got to have good coffee..."&lt;br /&gt;"...what'cha gotta understand about oil is..."&lt;br /&gt;"...cotton-pickin'..."&lt;br /&gt;"...straighten up and fly right..."&lt;br /&gt;"...good for nothin'..."&lt;br /&gt;"...triflin', just triflin'..."&lt;br /&gt;"...they ain't never done &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt; thing for the workin' man..."&lt;br /&gt;"...them damned Republicans..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-113026355590502162?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/113026355590502162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=113026355590502162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/113026355590502162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/113026355590502162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/10/willardisms.html' title='Willardisms'/><author><name>El Gallo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828572152878860082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2pqZpzDqLh4/R9qrSJTkiJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SPn_21KFQVo/S220/rooster-kid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112905365522681338</id><published>2005-10-11T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T11:00:55.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things in a shopping cart at Sutter and Stockton</title><content type='html'>a deflated basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a half eaten sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Starbucks cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a "Detroit Pistons World Champions" hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a copy of "The Watchtower"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112905365522681338?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112905365522681338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112905365522681338&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112905365522681338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112905365522681338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-in-shopping-cart-at-sutter-and.html' title='Things in a shopping cart at Sutter and Stockton'/><author><name>Ish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476053301884000212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a338/yesthebrucedickinson/Ish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112900581763659862</id><published>2005-10-10T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T21:43:37.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Seem To Have Consumed For Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;1/8 of a canister of cashew nuts&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;1 glass of pinot noir&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;1/2 glass of pinot grigio&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;1 packet of peanut M&amp;Ms (purchased Saturday from a Peachy Puff girl who went to Wellesley)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;1 gin &amp;amp; tonic&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/13617781-112900581763659862?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112900581763659862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112900581763659862&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112900581763659862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112900581763659862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-i-seem-to-have-consumed-for.html' title='What I Seem To Have Consumed For Dinner'/><author><name>Kristy Sammis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QQMLHfvMALk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAsA/akWr2TVe6-Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112836091248567174</id><published>2005-10-03T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T10:35:12.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Could Tickle Me To The Point Where I Wet My Pants And Want To Die From Embarrasment</title><content type='html'>*A feather behind my knee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Knobby fingers pressing hard and unrelenting into my rib cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Light touches along my spine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Blowing slowly on my neck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112836091248567174?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112836091248567174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112836091248567174&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112836091248567174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112836091248567174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-that-could-tickle-me-to-point.html' title='Things That Could Tickle Me To The Point Where I Wet My Pants And Want To Die From Embarrasment'/><author><name>m</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112715905446377017</id><published>2005-09-19T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T13:15:54.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were A Rich Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daidle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deedle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daidle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daidle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deedle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daidle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112715905446377017?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112715905446377017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112715905446377017&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112715905446377017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112715905446377017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-i-were-rich-man.html' title='If I Were A Rich Man'/><author><name>Kristy Sammis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QQMLHfvMALk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAsA/akWr2TVe6-Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112697911052848364</id><published>2005-09-17T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T10:45:13.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were a Broadway Star</title><content type='html'>these are the characters I would want to play:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie - &lt;em&gt;Cat on a Hot Tin Roof &lt;/em&gt;(Tennesse Williams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor of Aquitaine - &lt;em&gt;A Lion in Winter&lt;/em&gt; (James Goldman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison - &lt;em&gt;Look Back in Anger&lt;/em&gt; (John Osborne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice - &lt;em&gt;Much Ado About Nothing&lt;/em&gt; (Shakespeare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rizzo - &lt;em&gt;Grease&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fool - &lt;em&gt;King Lear&lt;/em&gt; (Shakespeare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puck - &lt;em&gt;A Midsummer Night's Dream&lt;/em&gt; (Shakespeare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hedda - &lt;em&gt;Hedda Gabler&lt;/em&gt; (HenrikIbsen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velma Kelly - &lt;em&gt;Chicago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112697911052848364?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112697911052848364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112697911052848364&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112697911052848364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112697911052848364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-i-were-broadway-star.html' title='If I were a Broadway Star'/><author><name>Serrephim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01860746853228891590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.piersidegallery.com/artists/parkes/mp9x-03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112685243193871527</id><published>2005-09-15T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T11:40:50.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Ate in China</title><content type='html'>Freshwater eel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silkworm larvae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep fried baby sparrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft shell turtle soup (served whole, upside down, in broth, everyday for lunch and dinner, for 6 days.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried scorpions (soaked in brine to neutralize poison)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something which I now believe to have been a member of the centipede family (about 6" long and 1" wide)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried locusts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's double cheeseburger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112685243193871527?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112685243193871527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112685243193871527&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112685243193871527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112685243193871527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/09/things-i-ate-in-china.html' title='Things I Ate in China'/><author><name>Ish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476053301884000212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a338/yesthebrucedickinson/Ish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112666010667203741</id><published>2005-09-13T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T18:10:13.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Things That Bring Me Joy (in absolutely no order other than how they came to mind)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;peppermint stick ice cream from friendly's, which only comes out at christmas time&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;my sister's laugh&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;puppy breath&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;the sound of an orchestra warming up&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;november&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;the first sip of hot, black coffee on a saturday morning at a cafe with a blank page in front of me&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;fireplaces&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;craigslist*&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*cl has brought me joy -- not just in the form of entertainment, employment, or living spaces (though it's brought me those things, too).  but mostly cl has brought me joy because it has brought me...well... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112666010667203741?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112666010667203741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112666010667203741&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112666010667203741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112666010667203741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/09/8-things-that-bring-me-joy-in.html' title='8 Things That Bring Me Joy (in absolutely no order other than how they came to mind)'/><author><name>Kristy Sammis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QQMLHfvMALk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAsA/akWr2TVe6-Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112663285638832996</id><published>2005-09-13T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T11:08:12.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ten Most Disturbing Films I've Ever Seen</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Strange Days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously disturbing rape/murder scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Poltergeist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; a movie to show an 8 year-old. I've never recovered from the stuffed clown scene. The fact that my friend attacked me with hers in the middle of the night after I told her I’d watched the movie probably didn’t help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Texas Chainsaw Massacre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out for the meat hook! And whatever you do, please don’t open the reach-in freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Spoorloos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(aka "The Vanishing", the film Keifer Sutherlands’s movie of the same name was based on) My most feared way to die is featured in this movie. I won’t say what, in case you haven’t seen it. It’s a spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eye For an Eye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a parent, but I just can’t even imagine …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Monster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just GAH. But so very well done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Pillow Book&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan MacGregor’s huge schlong notwithstanding ... please don’t ask me what they made the “book” out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Kids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleak, so very, very bleak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Messenger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any movie that makes me dream about discussing his character's godness/devilness in a bathtub with Dustin Hoffman makes this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ôdishon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(aka "The Audition") Needles in the eye! Needles in the eye! No, that was &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; a lighthearted romantic comedy*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Runners-Up:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requiem For a Dream&lt;br /&gt;Event Horizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*do Japanese filmmakers even make lighthearted romantic comedies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112663285638832996?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112663285638832996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112663285638832996&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112663285638832996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112663285638832996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/09/ten-most-disturbing-films-ive-ever.html' title='The Ten Most Disturbing Films I&apos;ve Ever Seen'/><author><name>Serrephim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01860746853228891590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.piersidegallery.com/artists/parkes/mp9x-03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112533205972368517</id><published>2005-09-09T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T11:19:48.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Ideas for Drugs that the FDA Probably Won't Approve</title><content type='html'>Xanax-lax-- Socially Anxiety Disorder is bad enough without being constipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xanax-tacs-- Social Anxiety Disorder is bad enough. No one wants to be around someone with bad breath. With Retsyn(tm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ritalin Silver-- Treats adult ADD and provides the vitamins and minerals that older people need. ADD and osteoporosis are a bad combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohypnol Chewables-- My sister inspired this one after a rough day at the aquarium with her 18 month old son. She said she just wished she could slip him a roofie or something. They would be orange and cherry flavored, and come in the shapes of lovable reality TV characters such as Anna Nicole Smith and Bobby Brown. (My sister is a wonderful mom. Don't judge.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lipithorazine-- Finally, an anti-psychotic medication that also lowers your cholesterol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meth-amucil-- Tweakers need fiber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112533205972368517?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112533205972368517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112533205972368517&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112533205972368517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112533205972368517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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writer/director/producer&lt;br /&gt;-A judge (I hear the Supreme Court has a vacancy ...)&lt;br /&gt;-An entrepreneur&lt;br /&gt;-A Horse Breeder&lt;br /&gt;-A lobbyist&lt;br /&gt;-A restaurateur&lt;br /&gt;-A lotto winner&lt;br /&gt;-A nightclub owner&lt;br /&gt;-A sex educator&lt;br /&gt;-A porn star (if only!!)&lt;br /&gt;-The next Doctor Ruth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112624417364851320?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112624417364851320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112624417364851320&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112624417364851320'/><link 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hurt myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• brushing my teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(toothbrush to the gums, toothbrush to my cheek, toothbrush to my face, bitten tongue)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• laying perfectly still in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(hurt knee, hurt shoulder, pulled back)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• walking very slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(smashed head into garage door)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• turning my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(slammed face into wall causing my glasses to fly across the room and some small bruising)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• getting into the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(bashed head into car door, car roof, car seat and seatbelt)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• having sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(dislocated knee cap*)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• eating salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(multiple lettuce cuts to lips)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(bruised testicles**)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• drinking water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(many instances of bashing the glass into my teeth)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• standing there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(bruised foot, hurt knee)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• surfing the internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(severe swollen knee joints***)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• opening mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(multiple paper cuts, cardboard cuts, rapped knuckes)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• hugging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UDATE:&lt;br /&gt;• making waffles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(sliced finger on measuring cup)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• cuddling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(acute joint pain)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• doing laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;*And this was missionary position.  Slow missionary position.&lt;br /&gt;**OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;***My knees were so swollen I couldn't bend them for two weeks.  This is when I learned to hate lower shelves.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112613550427797122?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112613550427797122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112613550427797122&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112613550427797122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112613550427797122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/09/clumsy-list.html' title='The Clumsy List'/><author><name>El Gallo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828572152878860082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2pqZpzDqLh4/R9qrSJTkiJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SPn_21KFQVo/S220/rooster-kid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112578164831738095</id><published>2005-09-03T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T14:12:00.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cast</title><content type='html'>since it's been asked about here and there, i thought i'd provide a brief cast of characters whom i tend to write about and/or who comment a bunch who i know in real life, pre-blogging. most know each other:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;el_gallo and i dated for three years and broke up -- extremely amicably -- a year ago. he is the first person i knew in san francisco, and we met over labor day in 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;after a couple years of living in the city, i had grown a great group of friends (along with el_g). many of them read and comment on my blog and have fabulous blogs of their own. these people include (Brilliant)Missy, TheBoy, serrephim, mejane, snarky, sweetone, and RiseyP. who are all friends with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;el_g and mejane are a couple now, as he has already mentioned in his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;i now work with Risey! (she referred me for my new job.) and in case you were wondering, it's pronounced Reese-ey (like as in 'witherspoon' not -a-roni).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;i made a few awesome friends where i used to work, too, whom i still reference and who occassionally comment: KnitterStacy, PinkJaime, and ShoeHo in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;i met GeekLove, Melody (of the crazy) and MakeOutKate through my a cappella group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;and finally, various members of my family have appeared or commented, which i love. there are my two younger sisters (SisterSam and SisterHealy). there's my CuzNate, who i speak more to in comments than in real life, though not on purpose :). various members of my family in the midwest read, too, but i'm not sure if/when they comment. and then there's my best friend from back east, too, and her mom (M2) who pretty much count as family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, there's my dad. (you know, the guy who signs his comments "Dad.") i never know when he might comment or what he might say, but then, i'm sure he never expected to see a picture of my ass on the internet, either. so there you go.&lt;br /&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/13617781-112578164831738095?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112578164831738095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112578164831738095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112578164831738095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112578164831738095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/09/cast.html' title='The Cast'/><author><name>Kristy Sammis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QQMLHfvMALk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAsA/akWr2TVe6-Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112559359218454482</id><published>2005-09-01T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T14:18:32.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovery from Hurricane Katrina - the President's Check List</title><content type='html'>Give a speech in which you seem glib, detached and utterly incapable of empathy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit your administration for anything that appears to be going even remotely well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame Democrats and big government for anything that's not going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, use this disaster to make a case for staying the course in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, use this disaster to illustrate why we need personal retirement savings accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank your lucky stars you can stop talking about that Cindy What's-her-face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deploy the National Guard-- oh wait, they're already deployed in that other Gulf region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy stock in Home Depot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112559359218454482?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112559359218454482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112559359218454482&amp;isPopup=true' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112559359218454482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112559359218454482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/09/recovery-from-hurricane-katrina.html' title='Recovery from Hurricane Katrina - the President&apos;s Check List'/><author><name>Ish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476053301884000212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a338/yesthebrucedickinson/Ish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112555057415599007</id><published>2005-08-31T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T01:51:29.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gwen Stefani Sings My Life (1995 - 2005)</title><content type='html'>Sixteen (1995 ... I was 19, but eh)**&lt;br /&gt;Hey Baby (1995 - 1998)****&lt;br /&gt;Just A Girl (1998 - 2000)**&lt;br /&gt;The Climb (1998 - 2000)**&lt;br /&gt;Spiderwebs (2000 - 2004)**&lt;br /&gt;Simple Kind of Life (2000)***&lt;br /&gt;Marry Me (2001)***&lt;br /&gt;Detective (2001 - 2002)****&lt;br /&gt;Bathwater (2002)***&lt;br /&gt;Let's Get Back (2002)*&lt;br /&gt;Start The Fire (2002 - 2003)****&lt;br /&gt;Excuse Me Mr. (2001 - 2004)**&lt;br /&gt;Waiting Room (2004)****&lt;br /&gt;Ex-Girlfriend (2004)***&lt;br /&gt;Big Distraction(2004)*****&lt;br /&gt;Hella Good (2004)****&lt;br /&gt;Magic's In the Make-up (1995 - 2004)***&lt;br /&gt;Underneath It All (2004 - 2005)****&lt;br /&gt;Full Circle (2004 - 2005)*****&lt;br /&gt;Making Out (2005)****&lt;br /&gt;Real Thing (2005)******&lt;br /&gt;Don't Speak (2005)**&lt;br /&gt;What You Waiting For? (2005)******&lt;br /&gt;__________________ (2005 -&gt; ?)*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* from No Doubt's 1992 album &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.completealbumlyrics.com/album/No+Doubt/No+Doubt.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No Doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** from No Doubt's 1995 album &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.completealbumlyrics.com/album/No+Doubt/Tragic+Kingdom.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tragic Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** from No Doubt's 2000 album &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lyrics.rockmagic.net/lyrics/no_doubt/return_of_saturn_2000.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Return of Saturn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** from No Doubt's 2001 album &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lyrics.rockmagic.net/lyrics/no_doubt/rock_steady_2001.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rock Steady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***** from No Doubt's 2004 album &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lyrics.rockmagic.net/lyrics/no_doubt/everything_in_time_2004.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything In Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****** from Gwen's 2004 solo album &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/g/gwenstefani.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love.Angel.Music.Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******* not sure what's coming next, but I'm hoping for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/gwenstefani/cool.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112555057415599007?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112555057415599007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112555057415599007&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112555057415599007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112555057415599007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/08/gwen-stefani-sings-my-life-1995-2005.html' title='Gwen Stefani Sings My Life (1995 - 2005)'/><author><name>Serrephim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01860746853228891590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.piersidegallery.com/artists/parkes/mp9x-03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112533997271116825</id><published>2005-08-29T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T11:29:24.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Synergistic Retail Combinations, Coming Soon to a Mall Near You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pottery Barnes and Noble&lt;/strong&gt; – Buy a book, a CD, and a set of hurricane lanterns for your dining table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In-N-Outback&lt;/strong&gt;- You won’t mind paying $20.00 for a burger and fries, once you hear our HILARIOUS Australian accents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foot Lockbuster&lt;/strong&gt;- Rent movies from guys dressed like referees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FCUDKNY&lt;/strong&gt;- I think they sell clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gap in the Box&lt;/strong&gt;- Cargo Shorts and Curly Fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banana Navy Crew&lt;/strong&gt;- Outrageous things may happen the first time your vessel crosses the equator, but you’ll feel comfortable and look great in our khakis and polos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cinnabombay Company&lt;/strong&gt;- While you’re looking at our knock-off’s of traditional American furnishings, why not have a gigantic curry-flavored breakfast pastry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crate Bath Barrel &amp;amp; Beyond&lt;/strong&gt;- We are the number one source for all of your Crate, Bath, Barrel and Beyond needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victoria’s Secret Olive Garden&lt;/strong&gt; – Victoria’s got a secret: the food is barely edible, but the portions are enormous! Menu features pictures of Stephanie Seymour eating bread sticks in her underwear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112533997271116825?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112533997271116825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112533997271116825&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112533997271116825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112533997271116825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/08/synergistic-retail-combinations-coming.html' title='Synergistic Retail Combinations, Coming Soon to a Mall Near You'/><author><name>Ish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476053301884000212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a338/yesthebrucedickinson/Ish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112491061319183190</id><published>2005-08-24T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T12:10:13.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 40 Most Awesomely Bad Dirrty Songs ... EVER (according to VH1)</title><content type='html'>If they're so bad .... why is that I like so many of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Sugar Walls – Sheena Easton&lt;br /&gt;39. Oops (oh My) – Tweet&lt;br /&gt;38. Lick It Up – Kiss&lt;br /&gt;37. Knockin’ Da Boots – H-Town&lt;br /&gt;36. Downtown - SWV&lt;br /&gt;35. My Love Is Like … Wo – Mya&lt;br /&gt;34. Sex Bomb – Tom Jones*&lt;br /&gt;33. C’mon N’ Ride It (The Train) – Quad City DJs&lt;br /&gt;32. Freek’n You – Jodeci&lt;br /&gt;31. Tease Me Please Me – The Scorpians&lt;br /&gt;30. Whoomp! There It Is – Tag Team&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;29. Bump Bump Bump – B2K&lt;br /&gt;28. I Want Action – Poison&lt;br /&gt;27. Dip It Low – Christina Milian&lt;br /&gt;26. Cradle of Love – Billy Idol&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Come Baby Come – K7&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Let’s Ride – Montell Jordon&lt;br /&gt;23. Figured You Out – Nickelback&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I Touch Myself – The Divinyls&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;21. Do Ya Think I’m Sexy – Rod Stewart&lt;strong&gt;** &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. She Blew My Mind (69 Times) – Rick James&lt;br /&gt;19. Splash Waterfalls – Ludacris&lt;br /&gt;18. The Stroke – Billy Squier&lt;br /&gt;17. Tonight – Da Band&lt;br /&gt;16. Fuck Me For Free – Akinyele&lt;br /&gt;15. Let’s Put the X in Sex – Kiss&lt;br /&gt;14. Peaches &amp;amp; Cream – 112&lt;br /&gt;13. Pretty Mess – Vanity&lt;br /&gt;12. She Bangs – Ricky Martin&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. My Neck, My Back (Lick It) – Khia&lt;br /&gt;10. Honey Love – R. Kelly&lt;br /&gt;9. Touch Me (I Want Your Body) – Samantha Fox&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pony – Ginuwine&lt;br /&gt;7. Naughty Naughty – John Parr&lt;br /&gt;6. Do Me! – Bell Biv Devoe&lt;br /&gt;5. How Many Licks – L’il Kim&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4. Can I Touch You … There? – Michael Bolton&lt;br /&gt;3. Get Naked (w/ Lil Kim/George Clinton/Mix Master Mike/Fred Durst) – Methods of Mayhem&lt;br /&gt;2. I Wanna Sex You Up – Color Me Badd&lt;br /&gt;1. Physical – Olivia Newton John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* denotes a song I currently have on my MP3 player&lt;br /&gt;** Do Ya Think I'm Sexy was one of my very first favorites songs when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;*** How Many Licks kicks ass and is still one of my favorite and most played songs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112491061319183190?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112491061319183190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112491061319183190&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112491061319183190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112491061319183190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/08/40-most-awesomely-bad-dirrty-songs.html' title='The 40 Most Awesomely Bad Dirrty Songs ... EVER (according to VH1)'/><author><name>Serrephim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01860746853228891590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.piersidegallery.com/artists/parkes/mp9x-03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112474200649959500</id><published>2005-08-22T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T13:26:43.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Points Of Concern, Or Issues I'm Facing As I Preapre To Start Grad School</title><content type='html'>-I haven’t written a graded paper in 5 years.  This wouldn't concern me so much if I hadn't spent the majority of my writing time in the last 5 years penning some kind of porn.  I don't think graphic fisting descriptions are going to apply to Government Grant Writing ... but I guess ya never know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Waiting on the platform for the M-train after class each week.  It’s fucking COLD in the Sunset at 10 pm, and at that time of night, the M only runs every half hour and it’s SO not coordinated with the classes that get out at 9:45. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Loneliness - the work/school combo don't leave a lot of time to find/build/maintain a relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The teacher fetish that has grown exponentially in the last 2 years:  If any of my profs are hot, I’m screwed (literally would be nice).  “Oh, what about non-profit fundraising?  I’m sorry, I was busy imagining myself bent over face down on your desk, jeans and panties around my knees, as you swat my ass with the chalk-extending stick while the entire class watches and counts the blows off for you ... can you please repeat the question?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eating – The less free time I have, the poorer my eating habits become.  I don’t want to take the time to cook and clean, and anything I can get in a hurry that won’t break my bank, isn’t good for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My “integrate all parts of my life” scheme may come back and bite me in the ass.  I can just see some discussion wherein I accidentally blurt out “the other night when I was at a party, I was watching this hot guy 69 this chick, and when the position clearly became uncomfortable for him, I shoved a stuffed tiger under his head so he could continue his portion of the meal … I really do just want to help people”.  I haven’t needed to consider the appropriateness of my anecdotes for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How the hell am I going to work full time, go to school, and do an internship, when it's internship time?  Oh well, I guess there goes a summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I wonder if all that time naked in front of an audience at a sex club means public speaking will be easier … Do you think it will help if I imagine them all picturing me naked?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112474200649959500?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112474200649959500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112474200649959500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112474200649959500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112474200649959500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/08/points-of-concern-or-issues-im-facing.html' title='Points Of Concern, Or Issues I&apos;m Facing As I Preapre To Start Grad School'/><author><name>Serrephim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01860746853228891590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.piersidegallery.com/artists/parkes/mp9x-03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112466006809374962</id><published>2005-08-21T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T16:04:38.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The List of Bitter Existential Dread and Soul Numbing Cynicism pt. I</title><content type='html'>• When I was five, my brother ran over my dog.  I wept on the couch and yelled  "You killed her!  You killed her!"  I try to make up for this by buying him booze whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• When I was six, standing stock still on a sunny spring morning overwhelmed by the birds and the bugs and the worms and the grass and the trees -- all of them eating each other -- all of them dying -- in a cycle that will only end when the earth is consumed by the sun.  My mom didn't really understand the implications of telling me "It's nice out.  Go outside and play."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• When I was six, the first recess on the first day of school, a kid I'd never seen before walked up and punched me.  Then he walked away and punched somebody else.  He punched at least five other kids before we went back to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• When I was nine, I read the Bible.  I'd suspected the whole God thing was a load of crap, but that cinched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• When I was ten, Ronald Reagan was elected President.  His closest advisors stole weapons from the military, sold them to fundamentalist Islamic terrorists and gave the money to drug running nun murderers.  Somehow, this protected us God fearing Christians from Communism.  Don't even get me started on the whole Bitburg thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• When I was eleven, one of the "Mexican" kids in my fifth grade class couldn't do a long division problem on the blackboard.  When he finally gave up, still standing in front of the whole class, my math teacher lectured him for five long minutes about how he was never going to go anywhere in life if he couldn't even do such a simple math problem.  This is a kid who never got to stay at one school more than three months because his parents were migrant workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• When I was twelve, there was a girl at my school who smelled really bad.  All the other kids made fun of her.  The principal made her go home one day and take a bath because she smelled so bad.  She was really nice, and smart and even played with her little brother (which is a big deal at that age.)  Her mother had been in an car accident a few years before that, and ever since she didn't clean the house or bathe her kids or even herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• When I was sixteen, a guy at my high school raped a girl in the photography class' darkroom.  When they graduated, she married him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• When I was seventeen, I had just had sex with the first girl I'd ever had sex with.  She broke down crying and told me her father had come in to her room at night and molested her for years.  He was a cop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• When I was eighteen, my parents found a beautiful (obviously) purebred dog hunkering down on our porch, bleeding.  He was a good dog.  He rested his head in my lap the whole seven mile drive to the vet and didn't even complain.  Somebody had shot him through the right lung at point blank range with a shotgun.  We found this out after the vet had put him to sleep -- she pulled the wadding from the shotgun shell out of the wound.  We never found out who shot him, other than we knew it had to have been one of our neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• When I was nineteen, the girl I was dating called me up and wanted me to come over.  She was afraid her brother-in-law was going to rape her.  Again.  Her family didn't like me because they thought my earrings and leather jacket meant I was a Satan worshipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• When I was twenty four, a guy I knew from college dropped dead.  Out of the blue.  No reason.  Bam.  He was a nice guy, and his girlfriend really loved him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112466006809374962?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112466006809374962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112466006809374962&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112466006809374962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112466006809374962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/08/list-of-bitter-existential-dread-and.html' title='The List of Bitter Existential Dread and Soul Numbing Cynicism pt. I'/><author><name>El Gallo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828572152878860082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2pqZpzDqLh4/R9qrSJTkiJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SPn_21KFQVo/S220/rooster-kid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112354516772717878</id><published>2005-08-12T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T11:27:51.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Music - 1983 - 1993</title><content type='html'>the following are the albums I owned my first 10 years of owning music ... I was given my first LP in 1983, when I was a wee lass of 7 ... before that, everything I listened to was a book on tape that I followed along with my &lt;a href="http://www.woopop.com/images/fisher_price_tape_player.jpg"&gt;Sing-Along-Play-Along Fisher Price Tape Player &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the only LPs I ever owned (&lt;a href="http://members.misty.com/penny/fprecply.jpg"&gt;spun on my wonderful Fisher Price record player&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thriller - Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;The Chipmunk's Christmas Special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Tapes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's So Unusual - Cyndi Lauper&lt;br /&gt;Like A Virgin - Madonna&lt;br /&gt;Sport! - Heuy Lewis &amp; the News&lt;br /&gt;Control - Janet Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Purple Rain - Prince&lt;br /&gt;20 Golden Greats - Buddy Holly&lt;br /&gt;Different Light - The Bangles&lt;br /&gt;True Blue - Madonna&lt;br /&gt;Touch Me - Samantha Fox&lt;br /&gt;Heaven On Earth - Belinda Carlisle&lt;br /&gt;The Unforgettable Fire - U2&lt;br /&gt;Private Dancer - Tina Turner&lt;br /&gt;Spanish Fly - Lisa Lisa &amp;amp; Cult Jam&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Tree - U2&lt;br /&gt;He's The DJ, I'm The Rapper - DJ Jazzy Jeff &amp; The Fresh Prince&lt;br /&gt;Forever Your Girl - Paula Abdul&lt;br /&gt;As Nasty As They Wanna Be - The 2 Live Crew&lt;br /&gt;Girl You Know it's True - Milli Vanilli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then, in 1989, I got a CD Player&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson Phillips - Wilson Phillips (1st CD I ever bought ... *is ashamed*)&lt;br /&gt;Gonna Make You Sweat - C + C Music Factory (2nd CD I bought -- same day as the 1st)&lt;br /&gt;I'm Breathless - Madonna&lt;br /&gt;Hotel California - The Eagles&lt;br /&gt;Rattle &amp;amp; Hum - U2&lt;br /&gt;The Rocky Horror Picture Show Soundtrack (movie version)&lt;br /&gt;Hair Soundtrack (movie version)&lt;br /&gt;The Commitments Soundtrack (I wore it out and bought it again a few years ago)&lt;br /&gt;Stop Making Sense - Talking Heads&lt;br /&gt;BloodSugarSexMagik - The Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;Doubt - Jesus Jones&lt;br /&gt;Violent Femmes - Violent Femmes&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind - Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;Kill Uncle - Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Boss Drum - The Shamen&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Hate Machine - Nine Inch Nails&lt;br /&gt;Achtung Baby - U2&lt;br /&gt;Zooropa - U2&lt;br /&gt;Best ... I - The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;Grave Dancers Union - Soul Asylum&lt;br /&gt;It's a Shame About Ray - The Lemonheads&lt;br /&gt;The Immaculate Collection - Madonna&lt;br /&gt;Sliver Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;Peter's Friends Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;Much Ado About Nothing Soundtrack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112354516772717878?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112354516772717878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112354516772717878&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112354516772717878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112354516772717878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-music-1983-1993.html' title='My Music - 1983 - 1993'/><author><name>Serrephim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01860746853228891590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.piersidegallery.com/artists/parkes/mp9x-03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112364303894337838</id><published>2005-08-09T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T20:03:58.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rose By Any Other Name</title><content type='html'>I just found a post on &lt;a href="http://bathtubdirector.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_bathtubdirector_archive.html"&gt;Risey’s blog&lt;/a&gt; in which she created a list of names for herself based on the directions below, and I had to make my own list of names:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. YOUR PORN STAR NAME: (Name of first pet / Street you live on):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Richland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (Name of your favorite snack food / Grandfather's first name):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yogurt Earnest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME: (First word you see on your left / Favorite restaurant):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bat Firecracker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS: (Favorite Spice / Last Foreign Vacation Spot):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basil Amsterdam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. SOCIALITE ALIAS: (Silliest Childhood Nickname / Town Where You First Partied):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pickle Capitola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "FLY GIRL/BOY" ALIAS (a la J. Lo): (First Initial / First Two or Three Letters of your Last Name):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N. Pag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. ICON ALIAS: (Something Sweet Within Sight / Any Liquid in Your Kitchen):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Niblet Syrah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DETECTIVE ALIAS: (Favorite Baby Animal / Where You Went to High School):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seal Harbor**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. BARFLY ALIAS: (Last Snack Food You Ate / Your Favorite Alcoholic Drink):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mozzarella Margarita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. SOAP OPERA ALIAS: (Middle Name / Street Where You First Lived):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mykala Hilltop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. ROCK STAR ALIAS: (Favorite Candy / Last Name Of Favorite Musician):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate Kleinenberg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: ( First 2 letters of your first name and the first 3 Letters from your last name makes your first name. Take the first 2 letters of your mother's maiden name and the first 3 letters of the city you were born in):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nigan Nesan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112364303894337838?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112364303894337838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112364303894337838&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112364303894337838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112364303894337838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/08/rose-by-any-other-name.html' title='A Rose By Any Other Name'/><author><name>Serrephim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01860746853228891590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.piersidegallery.com/artists/parkes/mp9x-03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112234695533205989</id><published>2005-07-25T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T20:07:22.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i still miss that he...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;hates the phone and loves proper bath products&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;enjoys bad television (including informercials) as much -- if not more -- than i do&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;knows good gin&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;can fix anything&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;owns every good song ever recorded&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;can dance&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;is infinitely capable of calling me on my Crazy (and/or ignoring it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is so talented&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;makes me laugh every time i see him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;doesn't read the things i write&lt;br /&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/13617781-112234695533205989?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112234695533205989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112234695533205989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112234695533205989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112234695533205989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-still-miss-that-he.html' title='i still miss that he...'/><author><name>Kristy Sammis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QQMLHfvMALk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAsA/akWr2TVe6-Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112190581845155579</id><published>2005-07-20T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T19:25:43.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foods You Can Eat With A Mouth Wound</title><content type='html'>1) milk shakes&lt;br /&gt;2) smoothies&lt;br /&gt;3) plain or vanilla yogurt -- but only if you have a straw&lt;br /&gt;4) baby food&lt;br /&gt;5) anything you're willing to puree -- straw needed&lt;br /&gt;6) very smooth applesauce - yep, straw&lt;br /&gt;7) small chunks of banana you can push way into your mouth and swallow whole&lt;br /&gt;8) kraft macaroni &amp;amp; cheese (as long as you don't chew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, as a warning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things Not to Eat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Pizza&lt;br /&gt;2) Very Crusty Bread&lt;br /&gt;3) Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;4) Tomato Soup (not even with a straw)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112190581845155579?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112190581845155579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112190581845155579&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112190581845155579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112190581845155579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/07/foods-you-can-eat-with-mouth-wound.html' title='Foods You Can Eat With A Mouth Wound'/><author><name>Serrephim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01860746853228891590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.piersidegallery.com/artists/parkes/mp9x-03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112187126874879320</id><published>2005-07-20T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T09:02:07.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Songs...</title><content type='html'>...that I used to listen to when um, alone and feeling frisky (with myself, you know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pretty obvious choices here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Closer - Nine Inch Nails&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Most Wonderful Girl - Lords of Acid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orgasm - Porno for Pyros&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sanctuary - Madonna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gett Off - Prince&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If - Janet Jackson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Sit on Acid - Lords of Acid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some crazy techno mix with a lot of moaning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is circa 1996. Good times...don't laugh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone care to share their embarassment with me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112187126874879320?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112187126874879320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112187126874879320&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112187126874879320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112187126874879320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/07/songs.html' title='The Songs...'/><author><name>Nervous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112162856429788452</id><published>2005-07-17T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T12:29:24.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Other Things That Jesus Saves</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;movie stubs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;receipts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bank statements&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;newspaper clippings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;soda can tabs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;empty prescription bottles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;toenail clippings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;instruction manuals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tax returns&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pennies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;plastic bags&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;used aluminum foil (washed)&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/13617781-112162856429788452?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112162856429788452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112162856429788452&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112162856429788452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112162856429788452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/07/other-things-that-jesus-saves.html' title='Other Things That Jesus Saves'/><author><name>m</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112157020337302639</id><published>2005-07-16T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T14:07:26.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Had A Hammer, I Would :</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;hammer in the morning&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;hammer in the evening&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;hammer out danger&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;hammer out a warning&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;hammer out love between my brothers and sisters&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;probably lose it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apologies to Lee Hays and Pete Seeger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112157020337302639?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112157020337302639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112157020337302639&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112157020337302639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112157020337302639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/07/if-i-had-hammer-i-would.html' title='If I Had A Hammer, I Would :'/><author><name>m</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112104847330468596</id><published>2005-07-10T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T21:45:25.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interests</title><content type='html'>Reading&lt;br /&gt;Writing&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;Making Things That No One Will Ever See&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Playing With Other People's Children For Money&lt;br /&gt;Collecting Things&lt;br /&gt;Convincing People I Am Someone Else&lt;br /&gt;Giving It All Away&lt;br /&gt;Making My Cats Feel Ashamed Of Their Bodies&lt;br /&gt;Embracing Monotony&lt;br /&gt;Taking Old Photographs&lt;br /&gt;Riding The Bus&lt;br /&gt;Singing In The Shower&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Rules&lt;br /&gt;Mending Hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112104847330468596?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112104847330468596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112104847330468596&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112104847330468596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112104847330468596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/07/interests.html' title='Interests'/><author><name>m</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112086415902631873</id><published>2005-07-08T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T16:48:38.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs I'm Becoming an Old Man</title><content type='html'>The &lt;b&gt;hair&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.....I'm not shaving my head because I'm tired of my bounty of luscious curls.&lt;br /&gt;.....I have to shave my ears too.&lt;br /&gt;.....We won't talk about the nose hair.  No.  No we won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;b&gt;rambling&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.....Everybody's heard about the family fixation with motor oil/how great that crepe place is/those damned Republicans.  I certainly do appreciate the polite nodding.&lt;br /&gt;.....I spend less time talking about the intricacies of UNIX print queue setup and their effect on employee moral than I do thinking about them.  No, really.&lt;br /&gt;.....I now engage in meta-rambling on the Internet.  I'm sure BART is next.  You may want to not sit next to me, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;b&gt;crankiness&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.....I'm increasingly aware of how people don't walk, drive, or even stand in line the way I think they should.  Stay to the right, people!  Stay to the right!&lt;br /&gt;.....My punk rock angst at the state of popular culture has devolved into a constantly suppressed rant about kids today being violent pot smoking hoodlums with no sense of fashion.&lt;br /&gt;.....Would you like to hear about how my knees don't work as well as they used to?  For an hour?  During sex?&lt;super&gt;1&lt;/super&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;super&gt;1&lt;/super&gt;Well, ok fifteen minutes.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;b&gt;morbid fixation on the ubiquity of death&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.....Wait...No, that's been there since I was a kid.  Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;b&gt;body&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.....I worry a lot about my urinary tract.  The doctor says I should keep track of how often I have to go pee at night.  Drinking beer past 7:00 pm can now bring on a sleepless night thinking about prostate surgery.&lt;br /&gt;.....Every time I drink a milkshake, I can feel it coating my heart like a drain clog -- a tasty chocolate treat of a drain clog.&lt;br /&gt;.....Some days, I go almost an entire hour without thinking about sex.&lt;super&gt;2&lt;/super&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;super&gt;2&lt;/super&gt;Well, ok fifteen minutes.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112086415902631873?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112086415902631873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112086415902631873&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112086415902631873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112086415902631873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/07/signs-im-becoming-old-man.html' title='Signs I&apos;m Becoming an Old Man'/><author><name>El Gallo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828572152878860082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2pqZpzDqLh4/R9qrSJTkiJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SPn_21KFQVo/S220/rooster-kid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112084696375386948</id><published>2005-07-08T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T11:22:43.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Karma*</title><content type='html'>Top 20 songs currently in rotation on my Karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   In Da Club - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;50 Cent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.   Possession - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarah McLachlan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   ABC - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Jackson Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.   Wild Thing &amp; Push It (remix) - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tone Loc &amp; Salt-n-Pepa (with guitar riffs from 'Owner of a Lonely Heart' by Yes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.   Switch - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.   Bittersweet Symphony - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Verve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.   Vertigo -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; U2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.   Sure Shot - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Beastie Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.   If You Have To Ask - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. White Lines - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GrandMaster Flash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  What You Waiting For? - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gwen Stefani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  How Many Drugs Does It Take (remix) - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L'il Kim vs. Eminem (How Many Licks Does It Take mixed with The Drug Ballad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The Headphonist - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kinky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Yeah - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Usher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Drop It Like It's Hot - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snoop Dogg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Paradise City - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guns-N-Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Bizarre Love Triangle - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Enjoy The Silence (Timo Maas Mix) -  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Depeche Mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Creep -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Radiohead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  Groove Is In The Heart -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dee-Lite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(what I named my &lt;a href="http://www.digitalnetworksna.com/shop/_templates/item_main_Rio.asp?model=261"&gt;Rio Karma&lt;/a&gt; when the registration software asked me to "name this device")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112084696375386948?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112084696375386948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112084696375386948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112084696375386948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112084696375386948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/07/good-karma.html' title='Good Karma*'/><author><name>Serrephim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01860746853228891590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.piersidegallery.com/artists/parkes/mp9x-03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112060489106929768</id><published>2005-07-05T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T17:29:15.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Meat Eaters Say That Annoy Me</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;i&gt;Why do vegetarians eat fake meat?  Why not just eat meat?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do it to piss you off! Now pass the Kung Pao Veggie Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;Is this dish ok?  There's only a little meat in it.  You can pick it out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, replace "a little meat" with "a little human flesh" and you'll see how I feel about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;i&gt;Do you eat fish?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I don't eat fish.  I'm not from Marin County.  Despite what some Catholic may have told you on a random Friday, anything in the animal kingdom is meat.  Yes, that includes this &lt;a href=http://www.vegparadise.com/news13.html&gt;hideous coloring agent&lt;/a&gt; in the fruit punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;i&gt;...or chicken?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;i&gt;Is chicken/fish/lobster/clams/balogna meat?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  They're meat.  I thought we settled this already.  Stop asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;i&gt;If you don't eat meat  how come you wear a leather jacket?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, do you see me &lt;b&gt;eating&lt;/b&gt; the leather jacket?  No.  No you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;i&gt;I made a Jello™ salad for desert!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop pestering me and make some god damned chocolate mousse already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;i&gt;How can you eat tofu?  I tried it once and it was gross.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tofu is an ingredient in other dishes.  Eating tofu by itself is like chugging a Crisco™ smoothie.  Does the smooth taste of Crisco™ shortening turn you off from eating cake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;i&gt;A little chicken broth is ok, isn't it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you hate me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;i&gt;How do you get enough protein?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic.  The same magic that cows use to turn themselves into 1,300 pound slabs of steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;i&gt;Why are you a vegetarian?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, we just met ten minutes ago.  Have I asked you at what age you discovered you had a personality disorder?  No.  Because that's a personal question that only people who know you can ask.   Are you ever gonna pass that veggie chicken?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112060489106929768?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112060489106929768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112060489106929768&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112060489106929768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112060489106929768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/07/things-meat-eaters-say-that-annoy-me.html' title='Things Meat Eaters Say That Annoy Me'/><author><name>El Gallo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828572152878860082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2pqZpzDqLh4/R9qrSJTkiJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SPn_21KFQVo/S220/rooster-kid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112018883162095517</id><published>2005-06-30T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T23:13:25.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A List By Eric Maierson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THINGS I'D PROBABLY SAY IF THE BUSH ADMINISTRATION WERE JUST A WEEKLY TV SHOW AND I WERE A REGULAR VIEWER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Now, see, you can't just go and do something like that. That would be illegal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Boy, someone's gonna get fired for that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Wasn't that the one who made all the mistakes? Why is she getting promoted?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Come on, in real life you'd never get away with something like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"They really expect us to believe that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Am I the only one confused here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Does this make any sense to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Why is this still on?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112018883162095517?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112018883162095517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112018883162095517&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112018883162095517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112018883162095517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/list-by-eric-maierson.html' title='A List By Eric Maierson'/><author><name>m</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112018705421938253</id><published>2005-06-30T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T20:37:27.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A List By Roy Futterman</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;FUTURE WINNERS OF THE NEW YORKER CARTOON CAPTION CONTEST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"You are doing something unusual, Harold!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"I certainly am in a bar with other businessmen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"This desert island is a bummer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"I love being wealthy in the Hamptons."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"I'm saying a cliché in a different context, Pam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Boy, I sure do like intercourse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"I'm thinking something incongruous to what I'm doing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Wanda, we are doing some nutty things in this picture!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112018705421938253?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112018705421938253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112018705421938253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112018705421938253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112018705421938253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/list-by-roy-futterman.html' title='A List By Roy Futterman'/><author><name>m</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112015269684501519</id><published>2005-06-30T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T10:31:49.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Musical Numbers</title><content type='html'>10. Dancing Queen - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mamma Mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.   One Last Kiss - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bye Bye Birdie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.   The Wages of Sin - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mystery of Edwin Drood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.   Hair - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.   Cell Block Tango&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Chicago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.   The Time Warp - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.   Luck be a Lady - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guys &amp; Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   It's a Hard-Knock Life - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Annie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.   Summer Nights - - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   Bring on the Men -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jekyll &amp;amp; Hyde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112015269684501519?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112015269684501519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112015269684501519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112015269684501519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112015269684501519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/top-10-musical-numbers.html' title='Top 10 Musical Numbers'/><author><name>Serrephim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01860746853228891590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.piersidegallery.com/artists/parkes/mp9x-03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112011315964662001</id><published>2005-06-29T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T08:27:39.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends don't let friends drink Cuervo or Patron.</title><content type='html'>Here is a list of tequilas I've sampled, that are preferable to those affronts to the nectar of the sacred agave named above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hint: Silver/Plata/Blanco tequilas are for Shots and Margaritas. Anejo's are for sipping, like whiskey. Reposados can go either way, depends on the Reposado. In general if it's smoky tasting or too woody, it's not going to make a good margarita.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silver/Plata/Blanco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sauza Tres Generaciones Plata* &lt;em&gt;(my favorite shooting tequila)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Espolon Silver* &lt;em&gt;(best for margaritas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Porfidio Plata* &lt;em&gt;(best for shots, but expensive)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Fernando Plata* &lt;em&gt;(love it, but it's hard to find. similar to the Tres Generaciones in taste)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Tesoro Platinum&lt;br /&gt;Herradura Silver* &lt;em&gt;(sub this for the vodka in a lemon drop and YUM)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Julio Silver&lt;br /&gt;Hacienda del Cristero Blanco&lt;br /&gt;Don Eduardo Silver&lt;br /&gt;Milagro Silver&lt;br /&gt;Oro Azul Plata&lt;br /&gt;Tequila Lapis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reposado (&lt;em&gt;Sometimes called Gold, although Reposados are aged for 6 months to a year, and some Gold tequilas like Cuervo &amp; Sauza are less than 6 months, but have coloring added that makes them appear golden&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinaco Reposado* &lt;em&gt;(good as a shot or a magarita)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Milagro Reposado&lt;br /&gt;Sauza Hornitos* &lt;em&gt;(but only in a magarita)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Herradura Reposado* &lt;em&gt;(shot/margarita)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Gran Centenario Reposado* &lt;em&gt;(good enough to sip)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tres Mujeres Reposado&lt;br /&gt;El Jimador Reposado&lt;br /&gt;Cazadores Reposado&lt;br /&gt;Espolon Reposado&lt;br /&gt;Casa Noble Reposado*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anejo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corralejo Anejo&lt;br /&gt;Sauza Tres Generaciones Anejo *&lt;br /&gt;Don Julio Anejo&lt;br /&gt;Porfidio Anejo* &lt;em&gt;(really hard to find, so if you do, spend the money &amp;amp; try it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;El Tesoro Anejo&lt;br /&gt;Del Dueno Anejo&lt;br /&gt;Sauza Conmemorotivo* &lt;em&gt;(this is the only anejo I'd shoot or use in a magarita, but it's not a good sip)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Fernando Anejo*&lt;br /&gt;Herradura Anejo&lt;br /&gt;Purasangre Anejo&lt;br /&gt;Chinaco Anejo*&lt;br /&gt;Don Eduardo Anejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mezcals you should try if you dare (they taste like a bonfire)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Amado Plata&lt;br /&gt;Scorpion Mezcal Reposado&lt;br /&gt;Mezcal Reposado de los Narro&lt;br /&gt;Del Maguey Crema de Mezcal&lt;br /&gt;Del Maguey - Minero&lt;br /&gt;Del Maguey - Chichicapa&lt;br /&gt;Del Maguey - Albarradas&lt;br /&gt;Del Maguey - San Luis del Rio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* denotes a favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112011315964662001?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112011315964662001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112011315964662001&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112011315964662001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112011315964662001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/friends-dont-let-friends-drink-cuervo.html' title='Friends don&apos;t let friends drink Cuervo or Patron.'/><author><name>Serrephim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01860746853228891590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.piersidegallery.com/artists/parkes/mp9x-03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112008969244102764</id><published>2005-06-29T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T17:22:24.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our cat enjoys....</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Being full of sass&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Licking the leftover shower water immediately after the shower is finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Sitting with her leg out (shown below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Nudging owners' hands with her wet nose while they are using the computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Sitting on a lap that is either occupied with a book or magazine&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Push-pushing on things that are soft (standard)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Feeling the love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Sleeping on my head or his chest, but not on his head or my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Beating us with her tail while not making eye contact&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Talking to birds (only on rare occasions)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7981/1118/1600/muffers4%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7981/1118/320/muffers4%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112008969244102764?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112008969244102764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112008969244102764&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112008969244102764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112008969244102764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/our-cat-enjoys.html' title='Our cat enjoys....'/><author><name>Nervous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112002708121035852</id><published>2005-06-28T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T23:38:29.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I've Forgotten Lately</title><content type='html'>1.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112002708121035852?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112002708121035852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112002708121035852&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112002708121035852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112002708121035852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/10-things-ive-forgotten-lately.html' title='10 Things I&apos;ve Forgotten Lately'/><author><name>m</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-112001856815226486</id><published>2005-06-28T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T00:00:19.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women I thought I "admired"</title><content type='html'>Really, I had big ole girl crushes on them, and I was lusting after them. I did not, however, understand this until my mid-twenties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the years of fantasy I wasted!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/1f/Patsypease.jpg"&gt;Patsy Pease&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She played Kim Brady on &lt;em&gt;Days of our Lives&lt;/em&gt;. I had my whole 5th grade class hooked on the show, and we all had a character whose persona we somehow took on in a sort of on-going recess and lunchtime role-playing thing. (she's the only one that doesn't fit the basic body type of the rest of them: she was short, petite and big-breasted. Only Susan Sarandon comes anything close to that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meredy.com/garbo02.jpg"&gt;Greta Garbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in New York. But I was only 13 and she wanted to be alone. She died the day I left NYC. If memory serves, it was Good Friday. I didn't feel very good about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://207.21.243.204/images/8339.jpg"&gt;Kathleen Turner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those &lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/film/media/film/2l/R/romancing_the_stone_lg_03.jpg"&gt;legs!&lt;/a&gt; That Voice! Those steely blue, piercing eyes. Should my parents have let me watch &lt;em&gt;Body Heat&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.celebguru.com/pic-KathleenTurner-kathleen10.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crimes of Passion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 13? Probably not, but no matter, I'd been in love with her since I was 8, watching &lt;em&gt;Romancing the Stone&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. MacGregor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 6th and 8th grade math teacher. I wanted her to adopt me. (and if I'd thought about it at the time, do horrible, wonderful things to me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rockymusic.org/archive/nudes/susan-sarandon/publicity02.jpg"&gt;Susan Sarandon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;em&gt;Rocky Horror&lt;/em&gt; at my first Cast Party freshman year. And all I can say is, "Toucha Toucha Touch Me, I Wanna Be Dirty!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bonkablebeauties.com/females/SharonStone/pictures/SharonStone018.jpg"&gt;Sharon Stone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was brief, I admired her balls, and the fact that she kept doing psycho-sexual movies there for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celebrities.pl/emma_thompson/emma12.jpg"&gt;Emma Thompson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;em&gt;Howard's End &lt;/em&gt;that drew me in to her talent. Her Oscar acceptance speech made me love her. &lt;a href="http://muldermedia.com/emma/gallery/stills/files/much0.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much Ado About Nothing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;made me want to move to London and go to work in her husband's production company. And I'll admit it, even in high school, I fantasized about having sex with her. But it was usually in a foursome with her, Kenneth, some random guy I invisioned myself with, and me. I still have this crush. Emma is the shit, and always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.natasha-richardson.com/gallery/albums/photoshoots/normal_OUT936118.jpg"&gt;Natasha Richardson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets hotter as she gets &lt;a href="http://www.natasha-richardson.com/gallery/albums/photoshoots/normal_OUT936234.jpg"&gt;older&lt;/a&gt;. She's got impeccable &lt;a href="http://www.natasha-richardson.com/gallery/albums/misc/vanityfair.jpg"&gt;genes&lt;/a&gt;. And she gets to fuck &lt;a href="http://www.natasha-richardson.com/gallery/albums/theater/annachristie2.png"&gt;Liam Neeson&lt;/a&gt;. I'd like to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wheelsoffdesign.com/hof/hennessy/hennessy11.jpg"&gt;Jill Hennessy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I was starting to get it. But instead of lusting after her, I wrote erotic fan fiction about Sam Waterston's &lt;em&gt;Law &amp; Order &lt;/em&gt;character fucking Jill's &lt;em&gt;L&amp;amp;O&lt;/em&gt;character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured it out during Jill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-112001856815226486?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/112001856815226486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=112001856815226486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112001856815226486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/112001856815226486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/women-i-thought-i-admired_28.html' title='Women I thought I &quot;admired&quot;'/><author><name>Serrephim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01860746853228891590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.piersidegallery.com/artists/parkes/mp9x-03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-111999636050931356</id><published>2005-06-28T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T15:48:28.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs Stuck in My Head - June 28th 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;dl compact&gt; &lt;dt&gt;7:00 am: Zuton Fever - The Zutons&lt;/dt&gt;  &lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;              ...like an epidemic runnin' through my head...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt; &lt;dt&gt;7:30 am: Froggy Went a Courtin' - Traditional&lt;/dt&gt;  &lt;dd&gt;               &lt;i&gt;...sword and pistol by his side...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt; &lt;dt&gt;7:32 am: Zuton Fever - The Zutons&lt;/dt&gt;  &lt;dd&gt;               &lt;i&gt;...I get a funny feelin'...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt; &lt;dt&gt;10:00 am: She's White - Electric Six&lt;/dt&gt;  &lt;dd&gt;               &lt;i&gt;...she's white like the light nevuh like the night...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt; &lt;dt&gt;10:15 am:  Zuton Fever - The Zutons&lt;/dt&gt;  &lt;dd&gt;               &lt;i&gt;...that Zuton Fever in my head...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt; &lt;dt&gt;10:30 am:  Gay Bar - Electric Six&lt;/dt&gt;  &lt;dd&gt;               &lt;i&gt;...in the GAY bar, GAY bar, GAY bar, GAY BAR...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt; &lt;dt&gt;2:00 pm:  The Trogdor Theme Song - Strong Bad&lt;/dt&gt;  &lt;dd&gt;               &lt;i&gt;...burninating the peasants...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt; &lt;dt&gt;2:15 pm:  Zuton Fever - The Zutons&lt;/dt&gt;  &lt;dd&gt;               &lt;i&gt;...just like I'm 10 years old...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt; &lt;dt&gt;2:20 pm:  Gay Bar - Electric Six&lt;/dt&gt;  &lt;dd&gt;               &lt;i&gt;...GIRL! I wanna take you to a gay bar...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt; &lt;dt&gt;2:22 pm:  (blissful silence)&lt;/dt&gt;  &lt;dd&gt;               &lt;i&gt;...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt; &lt;dt&gt;2:24 pm:  Gay Bar - Electric Six&lt;/dt&gt;  &lt;dd&gt;               &lt;i&gt;...in the GAY bar, GAY bar, GAY bar, GAY BAR...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt; &lt;dt&gt;2:55 pm:  Zuton Fever - The Zutons&lt;/dt&gt;  &lt;dd&gt;               (guitar solo)&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-111999636050931356?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/111999636050931356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=111999636050931356&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111999636050931356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111999636050931356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/songs-stuck-in-my-head-june-28th-2005.html' title='Songs Stuck in My Head - June 28th 2005'/><author><name>El Gallo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828572152878860082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2pqZpzDqLh4/R9qrSJTkiJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SPn_21KFQVo/S220/rooster-kid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-111989688211678177</id><published>2005-06-27T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T17:44:38.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marise is...</title><content type='html'>marise is a member of several parliamentary associations including those of population and development &lt;br /&gt;marise is making is that demand for property in and around the resort is ramping up&lt;br /&gt;marise is a partner in community management services&lt;br /&gt;marise is a registered nurse&lt;br /&gt;marise is a 22 year old south african citizen who emigrated to canada a little over 16 months ago&lt;br /&gt;marise is my first design for a four&lt;br /&gt;marise is the author of children's book &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;marise is the name of the ex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marise is a soft cup cotton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;marise is a soft cup 70% cotton bra with comfy wide straps and soft side&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marise is bringing you the future&lt;br /&gt;marise is determined to prove that a woman's place is not just in the home&lt;br /&gt;marise is a practising chartered accountant&lt;br /&gt;marise is unavailable ask our secretary&lt;br /&gt;marise is a dietitian&lt;br /&gt;marise is still trying to track down a few bidders&lt;br /&gt;marise is a shield dwarf from citadel adbar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;marise is smiling once again after the gnome's joke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marise is 21 and our exchange visitor going back to her homeland in three months time&lt;br /&gt;marise is a patissier's daughter and both their children are in the food business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;marise is unpopular&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marise is one of the best museum professionals in the country&lt;br /&gt;marise is complete with this movie&lt;br /&gt;marise is not japanese for endless; it's a french name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;marise is completely calm in the face of a ravenous blue mutant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marise is the head educator of the saito dojo for young girls in the village of iiga&lt;br /&gt;marise is moving to montreal for a job&lt;br /&gt;marise is lively&lt;br /&gt;marise is just in the business of doing what has to be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fleur is...&lt;br /&gt;fleur is portrayed as a legend whose name most of the other characters are afraid to even breath without consequence &lt;br /&gt;fleur is living in the hollywood hills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fleur is making a comeback&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fleur is an historic building in an historic town&lt;br /&gt;fleur is ideally located in the heart of the ancient cinque port of sandwich&lt;br /&gt;fleur is widely quoted in the electronic and print media&lt;br /&gt;fleur is open seven days a week&lt;br /&gt;fleur is determined to be all that and more&lt;br /&gt;fleur is in london to arrange for a season for her stepdaughter althea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fleur is a child of money&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fleur is a guest character on the syndicated television show&lt;br /&gt;fleur is really beautiful&lt;br /&gt;fleur is web page design&lt;br /&gt;fleur is 10 years old now&lt;br /&gt;fleur is french for flower&lt;br /&gt;fleur is very beautiful&lt;br /&gt;fleur is a professional vehicle of classic style and proportions; a coach befitting a regal service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fleur is zigzagging toward the podium at the front of a miami hotel ballroom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fleur is famous for her crowning&lt;br /&gt;fleur is tall for a girl her age&lt;br /&gt;fleur is famous for her crowning glory&lt;br /&gt;fleur is only one of their color variants &lt;br /&gt;fleur is threatened by corrosive forces that have taken root within the community&lt;br /&gt;fleur is also teaching speech and drama privately to 80 students&lt;br /&gt;fleur is connected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fleur is the only japanese chin living with us and amongst our chihuahuas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fleur is a fantasy based adobe dedicated to mere feeling of surrealism&lt;br /&gt;fleur is the lake on your left&lt;br /&gt;fleur is situated in one of the most beautiful parts of guernsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fleur is going on a holiday to where sunny is kept so she can be 'trained' and go to shows&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fleur is nestled against the wilderness mountainside with breathtaking views of the ocean and the lagoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fleur is my special friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fleur is the way she keeps her composure&lt;br /&gt;fleur is consumed by her work on the novel&lt;br /&gt;fleur is a 17 year old girl&lt;br /&gt;fleur is a senior consultant and systems architect with a long record of successfully designing and implementing&lt;br /&gt;fleur is the brainchild of maria maranghi&lt;br /&gt;fleur is a soft feminine and unashamedly romantic fragrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fleur is an ab initio electronic structure program based on the full potential linearised augmented plane wave method&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fleur is a new flap&lt;br /&gt;fleur is well composed&lt;br /&gt;fleur is a real tiger&lt;br /&gt;fleur is heel trots&lt;br /&gt;fleur is french for flower and i looooove flowers&lt;br /&gt;fleur is the ringmaster in alegria&lt;br /&gt;fleur is a distinctive shop which presents a large selection of unique and&lt;br /&gt;fleur is part veela&lt;br /&gt;fleur is enjoying her work and they will be having a refit of the store soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fleur is most likely to say ``get outta my face&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fleur is looking forward to the annual griqua national conference this coming easter&lt;br /&gt;fleur is responsible for validating&lt;br /&gt;fleur is all about flowers&lt;br /&gt;fleur is a delightful creation&lt;br /&gt;fleur is somewhat snooty; she makes disparaging comments about hogwarts&lt;br /&gt;fleur is a state representative in massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fleur is flat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fleur is not your typical volunteer&lt;br /&gt;fleur is an extremely light and fresh fragrance&lt;br /&gt;fleur is the traumatic personal quest joey is on to find his twin daughters&lt;br /&gt;fleur is funded by nasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fleur is more than just tits and pussy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fleur is a daily practiced sport "nenenenenehhhhh&lt;br /&gt;fleur is diametrically opposed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fleur is a seal bi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fleur is a haitian immigrant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-111989688211678177?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/111989688211678177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=111989688211678177&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111989688211678177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111989688211678177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/marise-is.html' title='Marise is...'/><author><name>riseyp</name><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/_oFN5JyVSQQk/SpdRfIXhk4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/sjGleThoql8/S220/Me_03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-111980658254930071</id><published>2005-06-27T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T21:29:31.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikole is .... (More fun with Googlisms)</title><content type='html'>nikole is a vital member of the admission staff &lt;br /&gt;nikole is the center of the ovce pole&lt;br /&gt;nikole is connected to the following things &lt;br /&gt;nikole is experienced in many types of behavioral work&lt;br /&gt;nikole is organized as one company with a board of directors and a managing director&lt;br /&gt;nikole is available by contacting her at 877&lt;br /&gt;nikole is the person to call to schedule meetings and for general questions about the pfc&lt;br /&gt;nikole is no stranger to the nbc family&lt;br /&gt;nikole is a town of hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nikole is picky; she'll only swipe your flip  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nikole is a twenty one year old spy/kama sutra pro masquerading as a second&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nikole is the one to ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nikole is the exception to every rule&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nikole is hauled out into a lamplit kitchen&lt;br /&gt;nikole is having her own version of a time out&lt;br /&gt;nikole is the 2 &lt;br /&gt;nikole is nutty you should meet kelly she is wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nikole is always fun to watch so the only problem here is that the back of the car isn’t that well lit  &lt;/em&gt;  (I think they're following me ...)&lt;br /&gt;nikole is a big surprise &lt;br /&gt;nikole is growing and changing so much&lt;br /&gt;nikole is just being introduced into the horse show life  &lt;br /&gt;nikole is on here all the time  &lt;br /&gt;nikole is wearing a bonnet and holding a stuffed bunny while jarrett prepares to give her a kiss&lt;br /&gt;nikole is in&lt;br /&gt;nikole is a posting freak in my lifetime  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nikole is one sexy kick ass mother fucker &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nikole is a pre &lt;br /&gt;nikole is conducting experiments in an isolation tank &lt;br /&gt;nikole is story collector  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nikole is very knowledgeable about obedience and animal behavior &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nikole is ready and willing to assist students and faculty with advisement needs&lt;br /&gt;nikole is a solid outfielder who's got good speed and a good arm &lt;br /&gt;nikole is situated in the central part of republic macedonia among these municipalities    &lt;br /&gt;nikole is no longer a dancer for aaron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nikole is a little bit country&lt;/em&gt; (I'm so NOT!!)&lt;br /&gt;nikole is one with the night &lt;br /&gt;nikole is a true black huacaya cria with great fleece and conformation easily seen even though she is still very young  &lt;br /&gt;nikole is being voiced by bliss &lt;br /&gt;nikole is professional and personable  &lt;br /&gt;nikole is a lot sweeter looking&lt;br /&gt;nikole is so extremely quiet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nikole is so terrific and the private training is such a convenience that i'm surprised the cost is so reasonable&lt;/em&gt; (Maybe I should up my fee?)&lt;br /&gt;nikole is particularly excited about the move&lt;br /&gt;nikole is a lithuanian amber company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nikole is really good at turning on the charm to anyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nikole is wearing a bonnet and holding a stuffed bunny while jarrett prepares to give her a kiss    &lt;br /&gt;nikole is interested in news  &lt;br /&gt;nikole is mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nikole is especially interested in special education&lt;/em&gt; ("special")&lt;br /&gt;nikole is pretty cute too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nikole is going to kick my ass&lt;/em&gt; (yeah, so watch out!)&lt;br /&gt;nikole is at home &lt;br /&gt;nikole is still #1&lt;br /&gt;nikole is worked in &lt;br /&gt;nikole is leaving at the end of this month&lt;br /&gt;nikole is still not&lt;br /&gt;nikole is around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serre is departing from western to take over the helm at gt's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;serre is rather far down to the south&lt;/em&gt; (my favorite place to be ...)&lt;br /&gt;serre is a medieval fortified village founded in the year 800 by the byzantines to ward off the longobards and is half way between the hills of chianti &lt;br /&gt;serre is one of the masters of mathematical exposition&lt;br /&gt;serre is convincing as the laid&lt;br /&gt;serre is one of the oldest estates in saint&lt;br /&gt;serre is told elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;serre is a less popular alternative parking area to pas de peyrol&lt;br /&gt;serre is aubergine&lt;br /&gt;serre is concise and elegant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;serre is not only wine&lt;/em&gt; (I'm the cheese, too)&lt;br /&gt;serre is probably too terse for the beginner but there's a lot of neat stuff in his book that is hard to dig out from other texts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;serre is the chief engineer for pitts&lt;/em&gt; (someone call Pitty!)&lt;br /&gt;serre is located in a charming pedestrian street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;serre is the ideal place to call home in paris&lt;/em&gt; (so come inside and make yourself at home)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-111980658254930071?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/111980658254930071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=111980658254930071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111980658254930071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111980658254930071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/nikole-is-more-fun-with-googlisms.html' title='Nikole is .... (More fun with Googlisms)'/><author><name>Serrephim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01860746853228891590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.piersidegallery.com/artists/parkes/mp9x-03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-111980224946234568</id><published>2005-06-26T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T09:11:45.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The If I Were A Better Slut List  (Men I Have Not Had Sex With But Wish I Had)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;david - my first boyfriend. we were too young, but even now i think back on the chemistry as being pretty powerful. i think we would've been good together.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;BJ - i met him when i was about 12 and he was about 15. i crushed on him throughout high school. come to think of it, i'm still crushing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;the older man who appraoched me at grand central - i'm not sure how to convey this in a way that isn't creepy, but it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;marcus - even though he's a git.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;d'arcy - but this comes and goes; i sort of wish we had early on to get it out of the way. on the other hand, it's kinda cool that we never have, because now it can be a bittersweet "what if" type thing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;george clooney - not that the opportunity has presented itself. but seriously, of all celebrities in the world, clooney is to me the end-all, be-all of hot. the fact that he's smart, snarky and liberal doesn't hurt.&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/13617781-111980224946234568?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/111980224946234568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=111980224946234568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111980224946234568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111980224946234568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/if-i-were-better-slut-list-men-i-have.html' title='The If I Were A Better Slut List &lt;br&gt; (Men I Have Not Had Sex With But Wish I Had)'/><author><name>Kristy Sammis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QQMLHfvMALk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAsA/akWr2TVe6-Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-111980151862853146</id><published>2005-06-26T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T09:01:18.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Slut List (Men I've Had Sex With)</title><content type='html'>in chronological order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;jamie&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;jim&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;eric*&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;jason&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;steve&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;joe&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;kevin&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;david&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;sam*&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;michael*&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;peter*&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;jon&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;jody&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;andy&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;tony&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;ben&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;jason&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;tim*&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;greg*&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;mark*&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*one-night stands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sex = intercourse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-111980151862853146?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/111980151862853146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=111980151862853146&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111980151862853146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111980151862853146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/slut-list-men-ive-had-sex-with.html' title='The Slut List &lt;br&gt;(Men I&apos;ve Had Sex With)'/><author><name>Kristy Sammis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QQMLHfvMALk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAsA/akWr2TVe6-Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-111975716387682339</id><published>2005-06-25T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:25:40.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dishwasher; Dave's Luncheonette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Prep Cook; Dave's Luncheonette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dessert-er; Dave's Luncheonette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waitress; Dave's Luncheonette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sales Associate; Supermarket of Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Line Crew; Owens-Corning Fiberglass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cashier; Linen's N Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Butcher's Apprentice; McCarroll's Village Butcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sales Associate; The Fabric Hutch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Campaign Worker; Defenders of Wildlife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waitress; Gateway Diner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Assistant Manager; Roxy Dry Cleaners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shift Supervisor; Westmere Home For Adults&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Delivery Driver; My Place &amp; Company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cook; My Place &amp; Company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nanny; Delmar, NY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sales Associate; I Love Books, Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Children's Book Buyer; I Love Books, Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Delivery Driver; Lou-Bea's Pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Assistant Manager; Lou-Bea's Pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ice Cream Server; Tom's Tastee Treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Fry Cook; Tom's Tastee Treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Literacy Specialist; Inmate Literacy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Associate Director; Inmate Literacy/Community Outreach Program&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Private ESL Tutor; Mountain View, CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sales Associate; Cost Plus World Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nanny; Palo Alto, CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lab Technician; Foothill College, Photography Department&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Teaching Assistant; Foothill College, Photography Department&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Assistant Manager; Wessex Used Books &amp; Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nanny; San Francisco, CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*This is, most likely, not all of them and does not include any job that I worked as a volunteer. Also, I babysat almost every weekend for 8 years. Those jobs aren't included either.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-111975716387682339?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/111975716387682339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=111975716387682339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111975716387682339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111975716387682339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/jobs.html' title='Jobs*'/><author><name>m</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-111967984813975724</id><published>2005-06-24T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:25:01.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missy Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;missy is here&lt;br /&gt;missy is in need of a loving home in pa&lt;br /&gt;missy is such a good girl&lt;br /&gt;missy is a loser&lt;br /&gt;missy is deaf&lt;br /&gt;missy is the loveliest woman i've seen&lt;br /&gt;missy is now fixed&lt;br /&gt;missy is the baddest around&lt;br /&gt;missy is garnering attention&lt;br /&gt;missy is so addictive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;missy is hiding behind josiah&lt;br /&gt;missy is at the water bowl&lt;br /&gt;missy is the best artist&lt;br /&gt;missy is the dog equivalent of a rorschach test&lt;br /&gt;missy is described as a quiet little girl&lt;br /&gt;missy is awesome&lt;br /&gt;missy is troubled by an intense secret interest in s&amp;amp;m&lt;br /&gt;missy is talking to us&lt;br /&gt;missy is probably going to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;missy is housetrained&lt;br /&gt;missy is late&lt;br /&gt;missy is the coolest&lt;br /&gt;missy is the best&lt;br /&gt;missy is medium gold in color and weighs approximately 70 lbs&lt;br /&gt;missy is very quiet and social with excellent blood lines&lt;br /&gt;missy is owned by joel and lori johnson&lt;br /&gt;missy is never successfully cloned&lt;br /&gt;missy is an inspiration and pleasure to work with&lt;br /&gt;missy is soft&lt;br /&gt;missy is hot&lt;br /&gt;missy is over my house&lt;br /&gt;missy is the embodiment of everything petty in our lives&lt;br /&gt;missy is available for sale&lt;br /&gt;missy is not infallible&lt;br /&gt;missy is willing to pulverize&lt;br /&gt;missy is gracious enough&lt;br /&gt;missy is glad that the group didn't work out&lt;br /&gt;missy is sponsored for $25 per month&lt;br /&gt;missy is free&lt;br /&gt;missy is so happy that she has a buddy&lt;br /&gt;missy is currently the greatest threat&lt;br /&gt;missy is unafraid to explore escapism and shattered inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;missy is one of several that were abandoned&lt;br /&gt;missy is recuperating very well and we're optimistic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;missy is very excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;compiled from a search on googlism.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-111967984813975724?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/111967984813975724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=111967984813975724&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111967984813975724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111967984813975724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/missy-is.html' title='Missy Is...'/><author><name>m</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-111959689058404080</id><published>2005-06-23T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T00:20:11.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnet For Crazy: Or Strange Things That Have Happened On (or on the way to) The Bus</title><content type='html'>-For years I used to "randomly" have encounters with special-needs aduts under poor supervision by their attendants from point A to point B on the bus.  They would sit next to me and tell me their life story, or their day to that point, or whatever.  Finally I realized it was the same bus route every time and their assisted living home was on the route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The guy who sat next to me in the back of the bus when I was 13 and sitting in the very back seat of the bus was cool.  He asked me if I'd read in the newspaper about him being murdered the week before.  When I asked how he'd died, he told me he had been stabbed 11 times in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Drunk Guy who decided I was his girlfriend and was trying to molest me.  In the end the bus driver stopped the bus and made him get off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The crazy lady who spat on me on my way to BART.  (there isn't more to that story, there was no other altercation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The other Drunk Guy who threw up on me on the 22 Fillmore.  He got on through the back door.  The driver wasn't having it, they started to argue.  I was seated next to the back door.  Somehow, I ended up w/ a neck full of puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The flicking on the # 15.  Sitting there listening to my MP3 player, I was flicked in the back of the head.  I have no idea why, or what actually hit me at that point.  I turn around and this woman is staring at me.  I had seen her get on, I thought she was a doctor or nurse, given the scrubs.  I figure the music is too loud and turn it down.  Then flick again.  I turn around, it's obviously her.  I take the head phones off and query "lady, why are you hitting me?" sounded all wounded and pathetic.  She starts ranting about me getting off the bus.  I look down, she's in slippers.  Clearly an escaped patient, not a doctor or nurse.  I get up and move to the front, she's still screamin' at me.  No one does a thing.  I got off at the next stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The guy who wanted to kill me because he'd just gotten out of jail and didn't mind going back.  The packed F-Market car came to an abrupt halt, everyone fell into everyone, and righted themselves.  The guy in front of me seemed to think the whole thing was my fault.  He asked me if my mother had taught me any manners.  I told him she'd taught me not to talk to strangers.  He threatened me.  I asked him if he thought that was such a good idea in front of so many people.  He didn't care, he'd just gotten out of prison and didn't mind going back.  My very gay best friend stood cowering behind me, not helping.  He was more scared than I was. For some reason my aggressor got off at the next stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-111959689058404080?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/111959689058404080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=111959689058404080&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111959689058404080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111959689058404080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/magnet-for-crazy-or-strange-things.html' title='Magnet For Crazy: &lt;em&gt;Or Strange Things That Have Happened On (or on the way to) The Bus&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Serrephim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01860746853228891590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.piersidegallery.com/artists/parkes/mp9x-03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-111949294002575029</id><published>2005-06-23T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T15:37:40.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why My Dad Makes Me Uncomfortable</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: I love my dad, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel like I'm a disappointment to him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's tried to convert me to his religion, and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He once sent missionaries to our house to try to sway (or brainwash) me &amp; my mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had an uncomfortable frank discussion when I was 17 in which he asked "Are you chaste?" I didn't lie, I wasn't. He said "Well, that doesn't mean you have to keep doing it!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He almost disowned me for moving in with my boyfriend (he's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kinda&lt;/span&gt; gotten over it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's an ex-smoker who feels the need to make comments about smokers (me) like:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When he interrupted me mid-sentence to say "wow, your teeth are really getting yellow from smoking" (not that I'm saying I should smoke, but damn)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Technology, TV, movies and music are mostly offensive to him &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's sensitive (like me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 2: Why My Dad Makes Me Feel Special&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unlike some dads, he didn't just disappear after the divorce - he's always kept in contact with us kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was probably about 10, I picked him out the "coolest" Father's Day shirt that I liked - which was pink and had bold writing all over it. Looking back it was horribly gaudy, but he wore it just for me anyhow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was about 12 and staying with him for the summer, he was there for me through one of the worst times in my life. That was the first panic attack/breakdown I had and he'd stay up all night talking with me since I was afraid to go to sleep. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's honest and upfront about mistakes he's made in the past, doesn't have a problem sharing his feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He picked out and bought me a car.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;When I had my first period, I was excited to tell people. (I don't know, I was weird) My dad sent me a congratulatory card and $15, even though I'm sure talking about that stuff made him uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;He's sensitive (like me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-111949294002575029?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/111949294002575029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=111949294002575029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111949294002575029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111949294002575029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-my-dad-makes-me-uncomfortable.html' title='Why My Dad Makes Me Uncomfortable'/><author><name>Nervous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-111954469870627597</id><published>2005-06-23T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T09:45:50.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Degrees of Kevin Bacon</title><content type='html'>this is a fun game to play from time to time.  I'm going to just do random celebrities/polititicans with whom I have 6 or less degrees of separation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Boss#1-His Kid-Gwen Stefani, Santana (and think of all the people those connections bring!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Boss#1-Jerry Harrison, Chris Columbus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (phone only)-Jerry Harrison, Valerie Harper, Elliot Gould&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Boss#2-His brother-Bruce Willis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Boss#2-His dad-JFK, RFK, Clinton, Thurgood Marshall, LBJ, and various other politicos and foreign heads of state (again, think of all the connections those bring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-My Aunt-Her Best Friend-Bonnie Raitt, Frank Sinatra (that gives me the whole Rat Pack!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-my best friend-Wilmer Valderama-Lindsay Lohan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-my best friend-Ashton Kutcher-Steve Martin, Demi Moore, and so many others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-My mom-mom's co-worker-mother of mom's co-worker-Emma Thompson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Adam Scott-the cast of Six Feet Under, The cast of NYPD Blue, The cast of Party of Five, Morgan Freeman, Ashley Judd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Kristanna Loken-(to name a few) Pink, Arnold Schwarzenegger (brings me another Kennedy connection, not to mention Emma and a shitload of other people), Ben Kingsley, Julian Sands, Michael Madsen, Ving Rhames, James Woods, Claire Daines, Will from Will &amp; Grace, Jill Hennessy, Prince Rainier, Anya from Buffy (and thus the cast of Buffy!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Paolo Montalban-Brandy, Whitney Houston, Whoopie Goldberg &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I can even get Kevin Bacon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Kristanna-Arnold-Emma Thompson-Meryl Streep-Kevin Bacon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-111954469870627597?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/111954469870627597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=111954469870627597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111954469870627597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111954469870627597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/6-degrees-of-kevin-bacon.html' title='6 Degrees of Kevin Bacon'/><author><name>Serrephim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01860746853228891590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.piersidegallery.com/artists/parkes/mp9x-03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-111937724757448001</id><published>2005-06-21T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T11:07:27.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrities I Have Had Crushes On</title><content type='html'>In chronological order, starting at age 9:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Janssen. The Fugitive... so dark and tortured. In my diary, I wrote "I want to have him over for dinner".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donny Osmond. It was only puppy love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Cassidy. I think I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davey Jones. I'm a believer! I'll meet you at the station, Davey! Bring Mike Nesmith with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Blake. And you can take dat to de bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton John. I don't know what was I thinking. Was it the glasses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Bowie. The Man Who Rocked My World. I made my boyfriend agree to let me have sex with him, should the opportunity ever arise. In return, I allowed him Kate Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Cave. Do you love me like I love you? If not, may I have Blixa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-111937724757448001?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/111937724757448001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=111937724757448001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111937724757448001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111937724757448001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/celebrities-i-have-had-crushes-on.html' title='Celebrities I Have Had Crushes On'/><author><name>MeJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03736003650098714494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/faville/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-111930304322875211</id><published>2005-06-20T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T14:30:50.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Places the Cat (Serge) Has Scratched Me</title><content type='html'>Both Hands&lt;br /&gt;Palms of Both Hands&lt;br /&gt;Tips of 3 Fingers&lt;br /&gt;Inside my wrists&lt;br /&gt;Left Calf&lt;br /&gt;My back while crawling up it&lt;br /&gt;My shoulder&lt;br /&gt;My chest (not boobies, just the chest, on several occasions)&lt;br /&gt;My neck (he almost bled me out)&lt;br /&gt;Inside my upper lip&lt;br /&gt;The side of my torso&lt;br /&gt;My thigh&lt;br /&gt;My knee&lt;br /&gt;Inside my nostril&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-111930304322875211?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/111930304322875211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=111930304322875211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111930304322875211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111930304322875211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/places-cat-serge-has-scratched-me.html' title='Places the Cat (Serge) Has Scratched Me'/><author><name>Serrephim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01860746853228891590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.piersidegallery.com/artists/parkes/mp9x-03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-111920873868033416</id><published>2005-06-19T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T14:09:37.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Had for Breakfast on Fathers' Day</title><content type='html'>2 cups of coffee with cream and a bit of sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 bagel with apricot jam&lt;br /&gt;4 large olives stuffed with feta cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 small bowl of blueberries&lt;br /&gt;1 small bowl of cherries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and in remembrance of my father&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://possibilityoftoast.blogspot.com/2005/06/fudgesickle-incident.html target=new&gt;1 fudgesicle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-111920873868033416?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/111920873868033416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=111920873868033416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111920873868033416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111920873868033416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-i-had-for-breakfast-on-fathers.html' title='What I Had for Breakfast on Fathers&apos; Day'/><author><name>El Gallo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828572152878860082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2pqZpzDqLh4/R9qrSJTkiJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SPn_21KFQVo/S220/rooster-kid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-111903712421670923</id><published>2005-06-17T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T12:38:44.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusting Things I Have Eaten</title><content type='html'>1. Sweetbreads (they're a gland and they seem like one)&lt;br /&gt;2. A fly (by mistake! It flew into my mouth!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Warm, lumpy powdered milk (courtesy of my mom)&lt;br /&gt;4. Horse (also courtesy of my mom... child abuse, in my opinion)&lt;br /&gt;5. Blood pudding (the name really says it all)&lt;br /&gt;6. Haggis (there are &lt;em&gt;lungs&lt;/em&gt; in there)&lt;br /&gt;7. Kidneys (I don't know how the Brits manage it)&lt;br /&gt;8. Underdone soft boiled eggs (thanks again, mom)&lt;br /&gt;9. Oxtail (shudder)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-111903712421670923?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/111903712421670923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=111903712421670923&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111903712421670923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111903712421670923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/disgusting-things-i-have-eaten.html' title='Disgusting Things I Have Eaten'/><author><name>MeJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03736003650098714494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/faville/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-111903612142776283</id><published>2005-06-17T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T09:38:16.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things the Cat (Serge) has tried to steal</title><content type='html'>by "steal" I mean, "picks up and prances around the house with it between his teeth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Tin Foil from a chocolate bar&lt;br /&gt;2) The "hot dripping kitty love" post-it&lt;br /&gt;3) The "I am a pampered kitty" post it.&lt;br /&gt;4) An 8 1/2 by 11 piece of paper with "I am inflamed with kitty love" written on it&lt;br /&gt;5) A floral print napkin&lt;br /&gt;6) A $1 bill (he's ready for the strip club, apparently)**&lt;br /&gt;7) A $5 bill&lt;br /&gt;8) A $20 bill&lt;br /&gt;9) Lil Bit&lt;br /&gt;10) Bags of screws while I was building my dresser&lt;br /&gt;11) Plastic Wrappers found on the floor in my roommate's room&lt;br /&gt;12) The "I am a Nugget" sticker&lt;br /&gt;13) Bus Passes&lt;br /&gt;14) A pair of my panties&lt;br /&gt;15) Receipts&lt;br /&gt;16) The phone bill (go ahead and pay it, Kitty)&lt;br /&gt;17) My pot stash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;(sorry it's a little blurry, he was moving fast!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a193/Serrephim/Readyforthestripclub.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-111903612142776283?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/111903612142776283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=111903612142776283&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111903612142776283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111903612142776283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/things-cat-serge-has-tried-to-steal.html' title='Things the Cat (Serge) has tried to steal'/><author><name>Serrephim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01860746853228891590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.piersidegallery.com/artists/parkes/mp9x-03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-111901964380419071</id><published>2005-06-17T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T07:54:38.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I did not want to hear after sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;8. "Oh man, I could really go for a burrito right now" (goes and gets said burrito - just one for him, proceeds to eat in front of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "Why the fuck are you crying?" (actually this was right before he went to get the burrito - BAD NIGHT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Umm...what happened to the condom? I knew I had one on, is it inside you?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5. "I don't know if I can respect you anymore"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Well, my rule is I don't have girls spend the night, so I don't know where you gotta go, but you can't stay here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "What was that I just heard? Is your mom home?..... &lt;em&gt;shit!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. "Sorry, but I really had to pee that whole time" (actually that was after a very long unsuccessful blowjob - not cool! Could've told me!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. ...and here it is, the most painful one at the time because it was my first sex, and feeling the need for it to be special I had said "I love you"....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;he sighed and said "Well, you shouldn't"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But ya know, live and learn. I'd like to thank the above losers for giving me stories to tell if nothing else. I'd also like to thank my current boyfriend for being sweet and not included on this list. And I'd also like to thank you for inviting me to your blog, and hope I didn't taint it by sounding bitter - I really can look back on these things and laugh, mostly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-111901964380419071?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/111901964380419071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=111901964380419071&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111901964380419071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111901964380419071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/things-i-did-not-want-to-hear-after.html' title='Things I did not want to hear after sex'/><author><name>Nervous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-111886723841331716</id><published>2005-06-15T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T15:29:41.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Gallo's List of Big Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;(note: these aren't necessarily lies I've told.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I just need a dollar for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;10. No, I'm totally OK with it.&lt;br /&gt;9.  We have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;8.  We really appreciate the job you're doing here.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Jesus loves you.&lt;br /&gt;6.  There is a God.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I love you.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I came &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; hard.&lt;br /&gt;3.  We're just friends.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I'm not a racist, but...&lt;br /&gt;1.  Mission Accomplished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-111886723841331716?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/111886723841331716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=111886723841331716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111886723841331716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111886723841331716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/el-gallos-list-of-big-lies.html' title='El Gallo&apos;s List of Big Lies'/><author><name>El Gallo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828572152878860082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2pqZpzDqLh4/R9qrSJTkiJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SPn_21KFQVo/S220/rooster-kid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-111878555297454564</id><published>2005-06-14T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T09:35:02.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>My Top 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Much Ado About Nothing&lt;br /&gt;2.  Mars Attacks&lt;br /&gt;3.  Secretary&lt;br /&gt;4.  Pulp Fiction&lt;br /&gt;5.  Being John Malkovich&lt;br /&gt;6.  Silence of the Lambs&lt;br /&gt;7.  Romancing the Stone&lt;br /&gt;8.  Scarface&lt;br /&gt;9.  Run Lola Run&lt;br /&gt;10. Serial Mom&lt;br /&gt;11. Gone With the Wind &lt;br /&gt;12. Howard's End&lt;br /&gt;13. Body Heat&lt;br /&gt;14. Remains of the Day&lt;br /&gt;15. Return of the Jedi&lt;br /&gt;16. Steal Magnolias&lt;br /&gt;17. Mean Girls &lt;br /&gt;18. Bulworth&lt;br /&gt;19. Dead Again&lt;br /&gt;20. Thirteen&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are really dumb movies I love because they make me laugh(in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, Where's My Car?&lt;br /&gt;National Lampoon's European Vacation&lt;br /&gt;National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation&lt;br /&gt;PCU&lt;br /&gt;Dodgeball&lt;br /&gt;Junior&lt;br /&gt;Zoolander&lt;br /&gt;Tomcats&lt;br /&gt;Old School&lt;br /&gt;Harold &amp; Kumar Go to White Castle&lt;br /&gt;Revenge of the Nerds&lt;br /&gt;Porky's&lt;br /&gt;Porky's II, Porky's Revenge&lt;br /&gt;Happy Gilmore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-111878555297454564?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/111878555297454564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=111878555297454564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111878555297454564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111878555297454564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Serrephim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01860746853228891590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.piersidegallery.com/artists/parkes/mp9x-03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-111877718677335344</id><published>2005-06-14T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T14:03:12.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women I Didn't Have Sex With</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;(All names have been changed to protect those women ashamed to even admit to having considered sex with me.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Punk Rock Girl #2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she was well practiced giving blow jobs and that I looked like her favorite ex-boyfriend.  But even though my girlfriend was out of town, I still &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not Quite Anais Nin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have a condom when we needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Young Professional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both drunk enough to ignore that we weren't each other's type, but not drunk enough to ignore her boyfriend standing across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let's Do it Again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dating someone I didn't want to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elaine Benis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd ended a years long relationship just that day - climbing on top of me was flattering, but not what I was in the mood for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moveable Feast&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not have looked like it, but I was with someone else, and she actually didn't want to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cute Girl at Bar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in love with someone else.  Besides which, I was too drunk to be any good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl Making Out in Back Seat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciated the offer, but I would have been more likely to accept if she'd been making out with &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; when she suggested it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Horny Neighbor #1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; would have skipped the concert and gone home with her that night, but my girlfriend would have noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Punk Rock Girl #1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the whole girlfriend getting in the way thing.  Which I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; regretted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Punk Rock Girl #1's Roomate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Young Republican&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was going to pass up Punk Rock Girl #1 and her roomate, I sure wasn't going to cheat on my girlfriend with a Republican.  Not even a hot Republican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brenda Starr&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was just my type: voluptuous, sexually adventurous, punk rock writer type.  And we were both drunk.  And I still had a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cute Graduate Student&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't &lt;i&gt;mean&lt;/i&gt; to not have sex with her.  Sometimes I just screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Suddenly Interested&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would feel worse about this if she hadn't turned me down before, but by this time I was involved with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take Home Groper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances just always seemed to get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sad Young Woman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She only wanted to have sex because she was so sad that night.  I think the long walk and the talk was better for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gee-Ell-Oh-Are-Eye-Ay!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so alone, and she wanted me to replace what was missing in her life. Taking her home was the right thing to do, even if screwing her best friend wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ginger Ale&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to cheat off my tests.  She wanted to go smoke pot.  She was 18.  She was hot.  She was the most annoying person I had ever met in my life, and I didn't want to have to spend time alone with her -- not even naked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-111877718677335344?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/111877718677335344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=111877718677335344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111877718677335344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111877718677335344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/women-i-didnt-have-sex-with.html' title='Women I Didn&apos;t Have Sex With'/><author><name>El Gallo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828572152878860082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2pqZpzDqLh4/R9qrSJTkiJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SPn_21KFQVo/S220/rooster-kid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-111869975481404127</id><published>2005-06-13T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T14:56:57.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Gallo's List of Odd Encounters</title><content type='html'>1.  On my way to return a movie to the videostore, a woman holding a crack pipe performed a writhing dance on the sidewalk and declared to me "You're so seeeeexy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A man wearing a sports jersey approached me in a SafeWay parking lot.  He asked me if he could try on my great looking glasses. He also told me about how hard it was to get money for the bus if you've just been released from jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A woman at the grocery store poked her finger into the "evildoer" on my &lt;a href=http://www.democracymeansyou.com/page/DS/PROD/SHRT/SHRT-EVIL-M target=new&gt;"evildoer" t-shirt&lt;/a&gt; and informed me that I most certainly was not an evildoer.  Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A nervous man standing next to me on the bus turned to a cute young blonde woman, said "Helloooooo Dolly" and then just stared at her in silence until he got off at the next stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In Martuni's, a husband and his wife engaged me in a long conversation which ended with the husband angrily demanding "Well if you're not gay, then why are you in here?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-111869975481404127?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/111869975481404127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=111869975481404127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111869975481404127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111869975481404127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;The garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside an abandoned school.&lt;br /&gt;In an empty house.&lt;br /&gt;My parents' house.&lt;br /&gt;Her parents' house.&lt;br /&gt;Her and her husband's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a park.&lt;br /&gt;By the duck pond.&lt;br /&gt;By a lake.&lt;br /&gt;In the woods.&lt;br /&gt;The side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;The middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;In front of the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connecticut.&lt;br /&gt;Boston.&lt;br /&gt;New Hampshire.&lt;br /&gt;Indiana.&lt;br /&gt;Milwaukee.&lt;br /&gt;Saint Louis.&lt;br /&gt;Tulsa, Oklahoma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amarillo.&lt;br /&gt;Albuquerque.&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;Monterrey.&lt;br /&gt;Napa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;In a hot tub.&lt;br /&gt;In a pool.&lt;br /&gt;In the bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;In the shower.&lt;br /&gt;In a room full of people.&lt;br /&gt;At a party.&lt;br /&gt;In "The Dungeon".&lt;br /&gt;The women's room at Julip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her loft.&lt;br /&gt;My loft.&lt;br /&gt;Our loft.&lt;br /&gt;Our friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;On the floor of her apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her couch, my couch, the couch in the lounge, the pull-out couch, our friend's couch.&lt;br /&gt;More than one futon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed.&lt;br /&gt;Her bed.&lt;br /&gt;The guest bed.&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend's bed.&lt;br /&gt;Her girlfriends' bed.&lt;br /&gt;Our bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-111869025653969136?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/111869025653969136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=111869025653969136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111869025653969136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111869025653969136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/places-ive-had-sex.html' title='Places I&apos;ve had sex.'/><author><name>El Gallo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828572152878860082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2pqZpzDqLh4/R9qrSJTkiJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SPn_21KFQVo/S220/rooster-kid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-111868368090139883</id><published>2005-06-13T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T10:28:00.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Places The Cat (Kismet) Has Barfed</title><content type='html'>On the kitchen rug&lt;br /&gt;In the hallway&lt;br /&gt;In the laundry room&lt;br /&gt;On the living room rug&lt;br /&gt;On the other living room rug&lt;br /&gt;On the easy chair&lt;br /&gt;On our bed&lt;br /&gt;Down the front stairs&lt;br /&gt;In the tub&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen counter into the silverware drawer&lt;br /&gt;On the bathroom rug&lt;br /&gt;On the guest bedroom rug&lt;br /&gt;Down the back stairs&lt;br /&gt;On the kitchen table&lt;br /&gt;In the doorway between the laundry room and kitchen (in front of our dinner guests)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-111868368090139883?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/111868368090139883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=111868368090139883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111868368090139883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111868368090139883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/places-cat-kismet-has-barfed.html' title='Places The Cat (Kismet) Has Barfed'/><author><name>riseyp</name><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/_oFN5JyVSQQk/SpdRfIXhk4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/sjGleThoql8/S220/Me_03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13617781.post-111861980737108862</id><published>2005-06-12T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T16:43:27.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Requests For "Any Ladies" (from Craigslist kink forum)</title><content type='html'>Any ladies that like to have sex in nylons?&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies like to go barefoot?&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies like flashing their panties in public?&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies like doing things outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies like to party?&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies like to be spanked?&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies like to have their toes sucked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies up for some fun on the phone tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies like a guy with a long lasting tongue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies want to chat?&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies want to chat kinky?&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies want to discuss my love of lapping pussy?&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies want to fuck my face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies want to chat about dick torture?&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies want to get down and dirty?&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies wanna chat 24 male?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies wanna see my pics or talk to me or if anyone wants to email me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies want some hot fun?&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies want to get bum rashed?&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies want to have fun with my boy toy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies want to fuck tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies want to cum tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies want to meet in Springfield?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies want to talk dirty tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies want to cum hide under my desk?&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies that just want to get a beer and possibly hook up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies into guys in panties and lingerie?&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies into Solar Oil play?&lt;br /&gt;Any ladies 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On the bed&lt;br /&gt;2.    On the bedroom floor &lt;br /&gt;3.    On the kitchen floor &lt;br /&gt;4.    On the living room floor&lt;br /&gt;5.    On the trunk next to the bed&lt;br /&gt;6.    On the scratching post&lt;br /&gt;7.    On my laptop &lt;br /&gt;8.    On Michael's shirt&lt;br /&gt;9.    On Kristy's knitting bag&lt;br /&gt;10.  On me&lt;br /&gt;11.  In the umbrella stand&lt;br /&gt;12.  In the bedroom closet&lt;br /&gt;13.  In the hall closet&lt;br /&gt;14.  In Kristy's shoe&lt;br /&gt;15.  In the wastepaper basket&lt;br /&gt;16.  In mid-air&lt;br /&gt;17.  In the litter box (occasionally)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13617781-111861955678017612?l=thelistlist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/feeds/111861955678017612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13617781&amp;postID=111861955678017612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111861955678017612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13617781/posts/default/111861955678017612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelistlist.blogspot.com/2005/06/places-cat-has-peed.html' title='Places The Cat Has Peed'/><author><name>MeJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03736003650098714494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/faville/eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
