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And that's pretty much all that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only three significant things that jumped out at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, that the Cullens are so quick to rally and protect Bella, despite how much Alice and Emmett don't like the idea of Edward dating a human. So that was kind of nice, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, that Bella actually considered Charlie's safety when Edward was driving off and trying to whisk her away to safety. (Well, relative safety.) Suddenly Bella loves her dad instead of acting like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;choosing to live with him&lt;/span&gt; is the biggest inconvenience of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And third, that Edward actually shuts his whiny emo mouth and listens to Bella for a change. I'm not sure if that's growth or not, since Alice and Emmett have to convince Edward that Bella's whole plan--she's going to go back to Phoenix with Alice and Jasper and hide out from James--is the best thing they can do. (Although, frankly, I preferred Emmett's plan of just killing James. Anything to get this shit over with.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's pretty much it. So here's a video of moments from the RiffTrax (aka MST3K) version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; that made me laugh my ass off. This is probably the only way to watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QpT8l94CKcs&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QpT8l94CKcs&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-639063867926113352?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/639063867926113352/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=639063867926113352&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/639063867926113352?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/639063867926113352?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/b-ySk7xyu1g/twilight-summarized-by-smartass-chapter_08.html" title="Twilight Summarized by a Smartass, Chapter 18" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/twilight-summarized-by-smartass-chapter_08.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04NQHw7cCp7ImA9WxNUFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-4487274709492564830</id><published>2009-11-08T08:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T08:19:51.208-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-08T08:19:51.208-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sunday Hottie" /><title>Sunday Hottie 249</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvbTa9n2KaI/AAAAAAAAfAg/s-SIGnDQPX8/s1600-h/sasha-grey-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvbTa9n2KaI/AAAAAAAAfAg/s-SIGnDQPX8/s400/sasha-grey-05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401737263249238434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SASHA GREY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-4487274709492564830?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/4487274709492564830/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=4487274709492564830&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/4487274709492564830?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/4487274709492564830?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/ZfCWFGqz_LI/sunday-hottie-249.html" title="Sunday Hottie 249" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvbTa9n2KaI/AAAAAAAAfAg/s-SIGnDQPX8/s72-c/sasha-grey-05.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-hottie-249.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUARHw4eip7ImA9WxNUFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-6295998667663949521</id><published>2009-11-07T15:28:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:30:45.232-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-07T23:30:45.232-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Yo Joe" /><title>Yo, Joe! Episode 38</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX2ADBltyI/AAAAAAAAfAY/_LcXcC3cBsA/s1600-h/0011.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX2ADBltyI/AAAAAAAAfAY/_LcXcC3cBsA/s400/0011.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401493808773183266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eau De Cobra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This episode opens with a mummy robbing an Ancient Egyptian tablet from the British Museum. I don't think there's any more I could add to that, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX1__rzeZI/AAAAAAAAfAQ/wtH_uIz2F7w/s1600-h/0026.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX1__rzeZI/AAAAAAAAfAQ/wtH_uIz2F7w/s400/0026.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401493807876503954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I assume the guy inside the wrappings is Firefly, because he then shows up at an Antarctic base and orders a couple of techs to take him to something they've found called the Jackal's Bane root.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the techs steps on a silent alarm that alerts Breaker to the, well, break-in. He immediately dials Flint, who is standing around on the roof watching Scarlett and Lady Jaye sunbathe for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX11GWVAwI/AAAAAAAAfAI/u2HS1kHMlnA/s1600-h/0030.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX11GWVAwI/AAAAAAAAfAI/u2HS1kHMlnA/s400/0030.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401493620686914306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just... what? Why is he just standing there? I mean, on the one hand you can't tell me they feel threatened by this guy. He's just so lost when it comes to women, he's proved it over and over again. But still, it's kind of weird. What, do they need a spotter? Let's just move on with the episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX10tTqXYI/AAAAAAAAfAA/Rn8e35Zz3-M/s1600-h/0038.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX10tTqXYI/AAAAAAAAfAA/Rn8e35Zz3-M/s400/0038.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401493613964844418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breaker alerts Snow Job and Frostbite. I think this is Frostbite's first appearance in an episode, if I'm not mistaken. He's not much of a character--I like Snow Job much better--but he does get to drive this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX10QB1NwI/AAAAAAAAe_4/uFwcW7eemoQ/s1600-h/0045.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX10QB1NwI/AAAAAAAAe_4/uFwcW7eemoQ/s400/0045.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401493606105429762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Snow Cat. One of my favorite ever G.I. Joe vehicles. It was the coolest toy, with it's missiles-on-skis and it's big treads. I loved that thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Firefly gets away with some of that Jackal's Bane root in a Cobra sub. Luckily, some radioactive liquid was splashed on his sleeve and they can track him with it. They trace the sub to Madagascar, so Flint, Lady Jaye, Breaker, and Shipwreck head out to try and meet him at a place actually called Pirate's Cove, which Shipwreck is apparently familiar with from his smuggling days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX10CS1HxI/AAAAAAAAe_w/1XpBfrFZwuA/s1600-h/0063.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX10CS1HxI/AAAAAAAAe_w/1XpBfrFZwuA/s400/0063.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401493602418630418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I've said a million times: Shipwreck is the Han Solo of G.I. Joe. Meanwhile, look at these two. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Palpable sexual tension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX1z3Ri2WI/AAAAAAAAe_o/yvBD53npWb4/s1600-h/0070.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX1z3Ri2WI/AAAAAAAAe_o/yvBD53npWb4/s400/0070.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401493599460448610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Firefly calls in to Cobra Commander and reports his success. Apparently the tablet has some kind of formula on it that tells them to mix Jackal's Bane with crushed swamp moss. Before we find out what it's for, Geiger counters discover the radioactive tracking paint on Firefly's clothes and the Commander orders an evacuation. But it's too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX1kgIYPAI/AAAAAAAAe_g/VGvthBHRvxw/s1600-h/0077.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX1kgIYPAI/AAAAAAAAe_g/VGvthBHRvxw/s400/0077.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401493335549950978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;G.I. Joe attacks Cobra with windsurfing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX1kSRwQ-I/AAAAAAAAe_Y/691pEroiY9w/s1600-h/0083.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX1kSRwQ-I/AAAAAAAAe_Y/691pEroiY9w/s400/0083.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401493331831178210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But Cobra Commander defeats them with his superior explosion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX1kSJuHpI/AAAAAAAAe_Q/aEdywvqQTmk/s1600-h/0087.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX1kSJuHpI/AAAAAAAAe_Q/aEdywvqQTmk/s400/0087.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401493331797483154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still, Flint recovers the tablet, which Lady Jaye can of course translate just by looking at it, because she's so frigging superior to everyone in every aspect. Ugh. This is another one of those episodes where I just find Lady Jaye to be utterly insufferable. How much attention is she desperate for? She's like Lady Gaga without the cheesy music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the tablet contains a recipe for a love potion that will cause a man to fall in love with the owner forever. Around here, we just call that "superior cleavage" or "being Scarlett Johansson," but whatever, let's pretend men are complex and don't already have the exact same chemicals pumping through their body as must be in this "perfume."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX1j-m5vFI/AAAAAAAAe_I/Seh82sUeVFk/s1600-h/0094.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX1j-m5vFI/AAAAAAAAe_I/Seh82sUeVFk/s400/0094.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401493326551170130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, Destro's pretty mad at Firefly for losing the tablet, but Cobra Commander does have Eau de Cobra, a perfume which will make the Baroness irresistible to any man. Which, hey, come on, you don't really need any perfume at all for that. But who's the target?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX1jq3TC3I/AAAAAAAAe_A/PS0sZwd6vaA/s1600-h/0097.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX1jq3TC3I/AAAAAAAAe_A/PS0sZwd6vaA/s400/0097.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401493321251228530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flint does what G.I. Joe usually does in this situation and just sort of makes up the answer out of thin air, calling Short-Fuse to ask him who the wealthiest bachelor in the world is. It's a Greek shipping magnate called &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Aristotle Onassis&lt;/span&gt; Socrates Airtes, and Flint decides that Cobra's plan is to have the Baroness marry Airtes so that Cobra can control the world's largest shipping fleet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for him, he's right. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX1OP6ylSI/AAAAAAAAe-4/EB61evGQHSs/s1600-h/0104.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX1OP6ylSI/AAAAAAAAe-4/EB61evGQHSs/s400/0104.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401492953240868130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Baroness absolutely looks like she has no need of Eau de Cobra to carry out this plan, but she sprays it on anyway. Oh, and like T-Pain, she's on a boat. There's a yacht party going on, and the Baroness is on board and on the prowl. Flint and Lady Jaye have to sneak aboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX1N7EaSfI/AAAAAAAAe-w/XW2gbK4jVgw/s1600-h/0117.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX1N7EaSfI/AAAAAAAAe-w/XW2gbK4jVgw/s400/0117.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401492947644074482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cobra Commander and Destro are watching from a nearby boat, and Destro is being a little bitch about the whole thing. He's insanely jealous having to watch the Baroness dance with Airtes, and the Commander is about to call him on it when Destro sees that Flint and Lady Jaye have infiltrated the yacht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destro wants to go over and monitor the mission firsthand, but the Commander tells him to calm down and actually makes fun of him, telling him he's afraid that the Baroness will succumb to Flint's charm. Destro won't be trifled with, and even when the Commander orders him to stay where he is, Destro won't listen. He is too super pissed to put up with Cobra Commander anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX1Niyyt0I/AAAAAAAAe-o/9Gu2mFfBhQ0/s1600-h/0135.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX1Niyyt0I/AAAAAAAAe-o/9Gu2mFfBhQ0/s400/0135.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401492941127726914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can see why he's worried, though--even as he grumbles, Flint and the Baroness are dancing together. He promises to expose her as a Cobra agent, but she sprays him with a good dose of perfume and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX1NSQithI/AAAAAAAAe-g/yLX8jwnpayM/s1600-h/0139.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX1NSQithI/AAAAAAAAe-g/yLX8jwnpayM/s400/0139.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401492936689104402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hellooooo, nurse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt; Flint only has eyes for the Baroness (which I think, given the bikini wrestling in "The Gamesmaster," just gives him a convenient excuse to let it all out), which seems like a nice break from Lady Jaye and her constant need for approval and her daddy issues (probably). The Baroness orders Flint to "dispose of" Lady Jaye, which would make this the best episode ever, except that Destro steps in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX1NA6Za-I/AAAAAAAAe-Y/H9617gWhWgs/s1600-h/0156.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX1NA6Za-I/AAAAAAAAe-Y/H9617gWhWgs/s400/0156.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401492932032818146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Destro is going to kill Flint instead of letting him take the Baroness, and the two fight. I take back what I said earlier. What would really make this the best episode ever would've been if Flint had killed Lady Jaye and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; Destro had killed Flint. Then we could go back to Duke and Scarlett. But whatever. A man can dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airtes has both men thrown off the boat, which has Cobra Commander laughing like a clown who's been sucking down pure nitrus oxide. In the water, Flint's head clears and he tells Destro he can have the Baroness, to which poor Destro replies "I think not. That woman is nothing but trouble." Come on, man, she's working. This is nothing personal. The Baroness overhears this little exchange and gets quite angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX05O5px_I/AAAAAAAAe-Q/9p1x8KeHXeA/s1600-h/0174.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX05O5px_I/AAAAAAAAe-Q/9p1x8KeHXeA/s400/0174.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401492592190408690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lady Jaye takes the Eau de Cobra straight out of the Baroness' purse, douses herself, and then starts dancing with a suddenly enchanted Airtes. But, in a very enlightened move, seemingly every woman on the ship realizes what the perfume actually does and they all start fighting each other for it like it's Cinderella's dress and they don't want her going to that ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX04xjoMHI/AAAAAAAAe-I/VhcuKTJZE14/s1600-h/0182.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX04xjoMHI/AAAAAAAAe-I/VhcuKTJZE14/s400/0182.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401492584313401458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woo-hoo, look at them rush for it! Seriously, what year do the writers think this is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX04u_RerI/AAAAAAAAe-A/Qv2MFT1W5mA/s1600-h/0185.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX04u_RerI/AAAAAAAAe-A/Qv2MFT1W5mA/s400/0185.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401492583624047282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even Cobra Commander's all like "WTF is this shit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX04VhfZNI/AAAAAAAAe94/zwjpyuMb6NQ/s1600-h/0216.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX04VhfZNI/AAAAAAAAe94/zwjpyuMb6NQ/s400/0216.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401492576788243666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The perfume gets knocked into the sea, and it's a race between a Cobra sub and Deep Six in his SHARC to grab the bottle. Meanwhile, Cobra Commander's being a jerk and messing with Destro, telling him he's not going to let him back aboard, until Destro changes his mind with one of those wrist lasers he's got. Killjoy. The Commander welcomes him back warmly. Aw, come on, Destro. Jes' kiddin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX04OdN_eI/AAAAAAAAe9w/Rvzpd1mko3A/s1600-h/0237.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX04OdN_eI/AAAAAAAAe9w/Rvzpd1mko3A/s400/0237.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401492574891277794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile, the Joes and Cobras are outsmarted by a crab. It seems plausible to me: a crustacean just totally outwits all of these idiots and makes off with the perfume. It's probably his lucky day, too. Maybe he's on the outs with his wife, like he forgot their anniversary or something, and he's stumbled into some rare perfume. Why not, eh? Good for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX0kzz3KBI/AAAAAAAAe9o/7jlXuldD-Tc/s1600-h/0240.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX0kzz3KBI/AAAAAAAAe9o/7jlXuldD-Tc/s400/0240.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401492241320978450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'mma let Destro take this one: "A fitting end to an absurd scheme!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX0kndQLZI/AAAAAAAAe9g/FCObKhHXYxA/s1600-h/0250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX0kndQLZI/AAAAAAAAe9g/FCObKhHXYxA/s400/0250.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401492238004923794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the Baroness escapes by disguising herself as one of the other partygoers (she looks ginchy with this short hair, too), and boats off to fight another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX0kS4FMGI/AAAAAAAAe9Y/SldNMoczMF4/s1600-h/0256.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX0kS4FMGI/AAAAAAAAe9Y/SldNMoczMF4/s400/0256.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401492232480305250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX0kF8myWI/AAAAAAAAe9Q/R-yGv-AtlOY/s1600-h/0257.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX0kF8myWI/AAAAAAAAe9Q/R-yGv-AtlOY/s400/0257.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401492229009623394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"All's fair in love and war! It could have been wonderful, Flint!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX0j5i005I/AAAAAAAAe9I/DfilZlumXJc/s1600-h/0258.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX0j5i005I/AAAAAAAAe9I/DfilZlumXJc/s400/0258.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401492225680266130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*siiigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socrates Airtes resolves to remain a bachelor. So it all probably works out for the best. (Although it's actually a fun episode. A stupid kind of fun, but fun nonetheless.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.joetoonarchive.com/index.php" target="_blank"&gt;JoeToonArchive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-6295998667663949521?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/6295998667663949521/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=6295998667663949521&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/6295998667663949521?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/6295998667663949521?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/BjLAM2jidkE/yo-joe-episode-38.html" title="Yo, Joe! Episode 38" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvX2ADBltyI/AAAAAAAAfAY/_LcXcC3cBsA/s72-c/0011.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/yo-joe-episode-38.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cASHc_cSp7ImA9WxNUFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-5096878008089438206</id><published>2009-11-06T13:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:17:29.949-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-06T13:17:29.949-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="On the Subject of Me" /><title>I Can Has Internet Popularity?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvR1JQVnxxI/AAAAAAAAe9A/ttLiq0r-peI/s1600-h/tumblr_ks77dfMJbK1qzakt4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvR1JQVnxxI/AAAAAAAAe9A/ttLiq0r-peI/s400/tumblr_ks77dfMJbK1qzakt4o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401070654988994322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of weeks ago I was surfing around online and came across some&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Jonas&lt;/span&gt; screen captures and downloaded them knowing that Becca would enjoy them and probably post some up on her Tumblr blog, Disney Channel Rocks. For some reason, I took this one and put the "clever" caption up on it, and she thought it was hilarious. She posted it, and apparently a couple hundred people agree with her. So, for the hell of it, I did a bunch more for her, and they were also pretty popular. Now there are actually fan Tumblrs devoted to these Nick Jonas pictures with my captions on them. Some people are even making their own now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... did I start some kind of limited-interest internet phenomenon? I'm always surprised when anyone thinks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; I do is funny, so I'm both bewildered and amused by the whole thing. It's kind of cool that something I did as a one-off joke to make my wife laugh could hit with hundreds of people. My brief contribution to the internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-5096878008089438206?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/5096878008089438206/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=5096878008089438206&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/5096878008089438206?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/5096878008089438206?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/_85sCLn21jk/i-can-has-internet-popularity.html" title="I Can Has Internet Popularity?" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvR1JQVnxxI/AAAAAAAAe9A/ttLiq0r-peI/s72-c/tumblr_ks77dfMJbK1qzakt4o1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-can-has-internet-popularity.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8BQ3w6cCp7ImA9WxNUFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-2787577425031964518</id><published>2009-11-06T12:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:57:32.218-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-06T12:57:32.218-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Geekery" /><title>Spy vs. Spy vs. Alien vs. Predator</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvRxfxfnJ7I/AAAAAAAAe84/rGDa1ufxhxI/s1600-h/spy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvRxfxfnJ7I/AAAAAAAAe84/rGDa1ufxhxI/s400/spy.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401066643799877554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By &lt;a href="http://ryandartist.blogspot.com/2009/10/comic-strip-mashups.html" target="_blank"&gt;Ryan Dunlavey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-2787577425031964518?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/2787577425031964518/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=2787577425031964518&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/2787577425031964518?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/2787577425031964518?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/XAPZ1BTvw84/spy-vs-spy-vs-alien-vs-predator.html" title="Spy vs. Spy vs. Alien vs. Predator" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvRxfxfnJ7I/AAAAAAAAe84/rGDa1ufxhxI/s72-c/spy.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/spy-vs-spy-vs-alien-vs-predator.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEADQHwzeyp7ImA9WxNUFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-2591042979221796868</id><published>2009-11-06T10:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T10:59:31.283-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-06T10:59:31.283-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="On the Subject of Me" /><title>"I Miss the Cats"</title><content type="html">BECCA: What do you mean you miss the cats? What cats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: A lot of the college kids that lived in the complex last year had cats. You used to be able to go out for a walk and see dozens of curious and sleepy cats from window after window, just laying there in the sun or looking out at the squirrels. It always made me feel kind of good. All of the kids who moved in this year are party assholes, and all they have is loud music and alcoholism, and not cats. Assholes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-2591042979221796868?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/2591042979221796868/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=2591042979221796868&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/2591042979221796868?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/2591042979221796868?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/MDFaBRuJHgQ/i-miss-cats.html" title="&quot;I Miss the Cats&quot;" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-cats.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEINQX4-fyp7ImA9WxNUFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-5990716393569659575</id><published>2009-11-06T10:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T10:56:30.057-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-06T10:56:30.057-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I LOVE Michelle Marsh" /><title>I LOVE Michelle Marsh with Kitty Ears</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvRVIMRWSUI/AAAAAAAAe8w/1KIEjTECXw8/s1600-h/tumblr_krv99axBoT1qzkrbeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvRVIMRWSUI/AAAAAAAAe8w/1KIEjTECXw8/s400/tumblr_krv99axBoT1qzkrbeo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401035452345370946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-5990716393569659575?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/5990716393569659575/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=5990716393569659575&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/5990716393569659575?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/5990716393569659575?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/ActsEwekclo/i-love-michelle-marsh-with-kitty-ears.html" title="I LOVE Michelle Marsh with Kitty Ears" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvRVIMRWSUI/AAAAAAAAe8w/1KIEjTECXw8/s72-c/tumblr_krv99axBoT1qzkrbeo1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-michelle-marsh-with-kitty-ears.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MCRXc7fyp7ImA9WxNUFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-5996596833128667108</id><published>2009-11-05T16:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:51:04.907-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-05T16:51:04.907-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Geekery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="On the Subject of Me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Star Wars" /><title>In My Head, I Was There</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvNVgVy8u6I/AAAAAAAAe8o/E-OfZHNohGI/s1600-h/leia-stunt-double-napping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvNVgVy8u6I/AAAAAAAAe8o/E-OfZHNohGI/s400/leia-stunt-double-napping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400754392242371490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://quityourdayjob.com.au/" target="_blank"&gt;Lee&lt;/a&gt; forwarded this pic to me. I've seen this before, but I never, ever get tired of it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Return of the Jedi&lt;/span&gt; came out in 1983, right before I turned 7. I am not exaggerating when I say that my mom, sister and I saw this movie 15 times in the theater. It was nice being a kid and being able to enjoy this movie without the internet and the whining of fandamentalist internerds about Ewoks and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this picture takes me right back there, when the biggest sex bombs in the world were Princess Leia, the liquid heaven voice of Debbie Harry, and my babysitters, Mindy and Marnie. Oh, and Tracy Nelson on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Square Pegs&lt;/span&gt;, but mostly because she reminded me of my babysitters. Those were very formative years, and the fantasy movie boom of the time coupled with high school girls and rock music to make me what they made me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a memory flash. Thanks, Lee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-5996596833128667108?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/5996596833128667108/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=5996596833128667108&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/5996596833128667108?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/5996596833128667108?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/Pb1MHYfHLPc/in-my-head-i-was-there.html" title="In My Head, I Was There" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvNVgVy8u6I/AAAAAAAAe8o/E-OfZHNohGI/s72-c/leia-stunt-double-napping.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-my-head-i-was-there.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4MR3wycCp7ImA9WxNUFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-3250133502287068537</id><published>2009-11-05T16:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:43:06.298-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-05T16:43:06.298-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Skiffy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV Report" /><title>Intrigueresting</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvNUksPsAWI/AAAAAAAAe8g/TF68Hj1RFZM/s1600-h/tumblr_kskprvuISe1qzf3i1o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvNUksPsAWI/AAAAAAAAe8g/TF68Hj1RFZM/s400/tumblr_kskprvuISe1qzf3i1o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400753367476339042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Doctor, Luke, and a wedding. I wonder what's going on here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's photos like this that really make me feel how long it's been since the last adventure of the Doctor. Of course, waiting is part and parcel of being a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doctor Who&lt;/span&gt; fan, and it's not much longer now. But there are moments...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-3250133502287068537?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/3250133502287068537/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=3250133502287068537&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/3250133502287068537?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/3250133502287068537?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/MIsAH3x03xc/intrigueresting.html" title="Intrigueresting" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvNUksPsAWI/AAAAAAAAe8g/TF68Hj1RFZM/s72-c/tumblr_kskprvuISe1qzf3i1o1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/intrigueresting.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEAQnoyeSp7ImA9WxNUFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-592483158847768619</id><published>2009-11-05T16:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:37:23.491-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-05T16:37:23.491-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Online Animation" /><title>The Adventures of Li'l Cthulhu</title><content type="html">More like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cute&lt;/span&gt;-thulhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOHJUrcVdJk&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOHJUrcVdJk&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-592483158847768619?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/592483158847768619/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=592483158847768619&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/592483158847768619?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/592483158847768619?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/INmz1TqcvIU/adventures-of-lil-cthulhu.html" title="The Adventures of Li'l Cthulhu" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/adventures-of-lil-cthulhu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcGQHk9cCp7ImA9WxNUFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-8279937725922610507</id><published>2009-11-05T16:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:27:01.768-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-05T16:27:01.768-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Geekery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="On the Subject of Me" /><title>Castle LEGOs</title><content type="html">Recently, &lt;a href="http://andsomeguysblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/shit-i-liked-space-legos.html" target="_blank"&gt;Some Guy&lt;/a&gt; put up a post of Space LEGOs he remembered having as a kid, along with a link to &lt;a href="http://www.brickset.com/browse/" target="_blank"&gt;Brickset&lt;/a&gt;, a site where you can browse every LEGO set ever made. I liked Space LEGOs, too, but I never had too many of them (although I remember using some generic LEGOs to make the bridge of the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Enterprise&lt;/span&gt; and populated it with Space LEGO minifigs, although we just called them "space guys" when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my big thing was Castle LEGOs. So I hit the site and started browsing. And wow, I had more Castle LEGOs than I remembered. (And I still have them, although they're in a box and I haven't built them in a decade or so.) Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvNPrUItOkI/AAAAAAAAe8Y/0wbs1b9wZZQ/s1600-h/6008-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvNPrUItOkI/AAAAAAAAe8Y/0wbs1b9wZZQ/s400/6008-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400747983705553474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvNPrLOg55I/AAAAAAAAe8Q/8RbuoQ1BRjM/s1600-h/6009-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvNPrLOg55I/AAAAAAAAe8Q/8RbuoQ1BRjM/s400/6009-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400747981313992594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvNPqyv9kcI/AAAAAAAAe8I/PqMZSWOPdFw/s1600-h/6054-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvNPLVbE58I/AAAAAAAAe7Q/EotspLFYp3k/s400/6074-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400747434295224258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvNPLIvDXvI/AAAAAAAAe7I/FYkk2S4XCA0/s1600-h/6076-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvNPLIvDXvI/AAAAAAAAe7I/FYkk2S4XCA0/s400/6076-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400747430889348850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvNPKx1a3_I/AAAAAAAAe7A/O5vZlEm_Fow/s1600-h/6085-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvNPKx1a3_I/AAAAAAAAe7A/O5vZlEm_Fow/s400/6085-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400747424742039538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvNPKm47YJI/AAAAAAAAe64/joDt-YAg5tA/s1600-h/6081-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvNPKm47YJI/AAAAAAAAe64/joDt-YAg5tA/s400/6081-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400747421803962514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, what a nice collection. And for all that, I really wish I could have afforded to keep up with them. It looks like I got LEGOs from about 1983 to about 1994, when I turned 18. They had just started to introduce wizards and dragons, and when I look at them in the store now (and I ALWAYS do), they've had witches and vikings and dark bat-lords and skeleton warriors and demon gods and trolls and ogres... it's just all so cool. It's all what I wanted to see when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope some kids out there really appreciate the wonder that is LEGO. They're imaginative models that you can build, rebuild, and turn into whatever you want them to be. Or they're three-dimensional puzzles. Either way, they're the best toy ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-8279937725922610507?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/8279937725922610507/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=8279937725922610507&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/8279937725922610507?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/8279937725922610507?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/QrynjpYS5pc/castle-legos.html" title="Castle LEGOs" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvNPrUItOkI/AAAAAAAAe8Y/0wbs1b9wZZQ/s72-c/6008-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/castle-legos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQBQnk8eyp7ImA9WxNUE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-5706674566409396668</id><published>2009-11-04T10:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:49:13.773-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-04T10:49:13.773-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV Report" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Birthdays" /><title>40 Years of Sesame Street</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvGwX_nOVAI/AAAAAAAAe6w/HokJmjCoRqQ/s1600-h/Sesamecast1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvGwX_nOVAI/AAAAAAAAe6w/HokJmjCoRqQ/s400/Sesamecast1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400291354453365762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Anniversary, CTW. And thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-5706674566409396668?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/5706674566409396668/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=5706674566409396668&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/5706674566409396668?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/5706674566409396668?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/yR_1cm7ND9M/40-years-of-sesame-street.html" title="40 Years of Sesame Street" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvGwX_nOVAI/AAAAAAAAe6w/HokJmjCoRqQ/s72-c/Sesamecast1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/40-years-of-sesame-street.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8HQ3g6eSp7ImA9WxNUE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-2794617643185286271</id><published>2009-11-04T10:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:40:32.611-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-04T10:40:32.611-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animation History" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Birthdays" /><title>Happy 20th Anniversary, Wallace and Gromit!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvGuYD1ZNdI/AAAAAAAAe6o/IqHuXSHEIO4/s1600-h/wallace-and-gromit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvGuYD1ZNdI/AAAAAAAAe6o/IqHuXSHEIO4/s400/wallace-and-gromit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400289156563285458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-2794617643185286271?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/2794617643185286271/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=2794617643185286271&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/2794617643185286271?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/2794617643185286271?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/oChuP5QkDLs/happy-20th-anniversary-wallace-and.html" title="Happy 20th Anniversary, Wallace and Gromit!" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvGuYD1ZNdI/AAAAAAAAe6o/IqHuXSHEIO4/s72-c/wallace-and-gromit.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-20th-anniversary-wallace-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAEQXoyeip7ImA9WxNUE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-2877032467721977448</id><published>2009-11-04T10:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:38:20.492-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-04T10:38:20.492-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Film Week" /><title>Film Week</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A review of the films I've seen this past week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE SCREAM TEAM&lt;/span&gt; (2002)&lt;br /&gt;Very cute Halloween movie from the Disney Channel, one which I'm surprised they don't really air anymore during the spooky month (it's another one of those flicks relegated to 2 AM on Saturday showings). A couple of kids (one of whom is Kat Dennings) comes to their grandfather's home for his funeral, and find themselves embroiled in a battle between ghosts (one of whom is Eric Idle, whom I just like in stuff like this). Written by the same writer who wrote the best of the Halloweentown movies, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Halloweentown High&lt;/span&gt;. *** stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE MASQUE OF THE RED DEATH&lt;/span&gt; (1964)&lt;br /&gt;Excellent film in the AIP/Price/Corman Poe canon. This may be my favorite of them all. It's not played for amusement, but instead played quite seriously, the story of a sadistic lord (Price in a performance without an ounce of ham, and quite unnerving he is) who worships Satan and tries to cheat death. There's a lot of perverse decadence on display, and all in the name of godlessness, with Price at the head of it, looking on with an almost casual, disaffected air. Great performances from Jane Asher and Hazel Court, but I wish Nigel Green had had more to do; he was so great in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Countess Dracula&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason and the Argonauts&lt;/span&gt;. The art direction is especially good here; I love the monochromatic rooms and the blue and green candles. **** stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, having seen many of these movies both this October and last October, I'm disappointed at how they've been sold to me over the year. So often, I've heard that these were cheap movies--in a way where "cheap" means "chintzy." I don't think that's true at all. These are fine, engrossing horror films, and they may be made efficiently and for less money than their glossy counterparts, but the talent involved is undeniable and the films themselves do a lot with less. Those are things to praise a film for, not dismiss it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt; may be very expensive indeed, but it can't touch any of the Corman/Price Poe pictures for quality. Not a whit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUTRAGE&lt;/span&gt; (2009)&lt;br /&gt;Kirby Dick's films are about taking on people who try to hide behind authority. In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twist of Faith&lt;/span&gt;, he attacked the Catholic Church's policy of moving around child molesters. In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Film Is Not Yet Rated&lt;/span&gt;, he outed members of the MPAA ratings board who try to control the film industry through censorship. In this film, he specifically attacks politicians who are gay (or rumored to be gay) and who vote against gay rights. I don't think it's right to out people who are gay, but I do think it's important to out hypocrites. Dick especially attacks Charlie Crist, but I was most glad to see him go after Mary Cheney, who thinks her admitting she disagrees with Republican policies somehow makes her more genuine and less of a hypocrite. It doesn't. ***1/2 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRUNO&lt;/span&gt; (2009)&lt;br /&gt;I dig Sacha Baron Cohen's shtick, which is basically based on showing up Americans for being fearful, angry, homophobic, and weirdly aggressive when forced to deal with the slightest inconvenience or a different belief. If you've seen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Borat&lt;/span&gt;, this is the same film with a different character. And while I thought it was hilarious, I didn't think it was as good as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Borat&lt;/span&gt;. It's just a little too slick, and the celebrity cameos at the end just take away from the power of the film; Cohen doesn't need to go for that kind of gimmickry when he's funnier without it. But there's still a lot that I loved in here, especially a scene of Bruno interviewing stage parents when auditioning babies for a photoshoot. One mother agrees to everything, including liposuction, for her infant. Cohen almost can't contain himself as he watches this woman out herself as casually inhuman. That kind of thing is necessary. ***1/2 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAR ONE&lt;/span&gt; (2009)&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was fun. Not great, but fun. I think the mistake the studio made here was attempting to sell this movie as an out and out comedy or some kind of spoof (though, really, those commercials were dull) instead of what it really is, which is an adventure movie about two idiots. I think they're going for a sort of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Road to&lt;/span&gt; feel without really getting how it works. Which is not to say that it's a bad movie--Jack Black and Michael Cera are good, and there are genuine laughs--I just think that Harold Ramis is smarter than this. The guy wrote and/or directed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caddyshack&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;National Lampoon's Vacation&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stripes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ghostbusters&lt;/span&gt;, which are classic comedies where smart people are confronted by idiocy. That was always funny. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Year One&lt;/span&gt; is a movie where the idiots are in charge, and it's just not as sharp to me. Still, funny movie. *** stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIARY OF A MADMAN&lt;/span&gt; (1963)&lt;br /&gt;Vincent Price in an adaptation of Guy de Maupassant. It tries for the same type of atmosphere as an AIP movie, but it's mostly kind of boring. Price is good, though. ** stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLACK SHEEP&lt;/span&gt; (2006)&lt;br /&gt;This movie reminded me a lot of Peter Jackson's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad Taste&lt;/span&gt;, if not quite as funny (though what could be?). A man returns to his New Zealand farm home after spending years dealing with a massive phobia of sheep. His brother, who has modernized the farm, has been genetically modifying sheep and is about to introduce a new breed. Enter a couple of environmentalists who accidentally set loose a wave of mutation that turns the sheep into killer zombies that attack with a very graphic vengeance. Hilarious stuff which manages to satirize both fears of genetically altered food and hippie New Agery. Loved it. ***1/2 stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-2877032467721977448?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/2877032467721977448/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=2877032467721977448&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/2877032467721977448?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/2877032467721977448?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/ybKefA2o3zM/film-week.html" title="Film Week" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/film-week.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4CSHY5cCp7ImA9WxNUE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-3027859541447139529</id><published>2009-11-04T08:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:19:29.828-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-04T09:19:29.828-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Social Concerns" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Politics" /><title>I'm Just Going to Put This In the Simplest Terms Possible</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5jv2czUG72xt9zK5erT-vbOJ2X9UwD9BOONVG0" target="_blank"&gt;Maine does not believe in equality&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine, a state which has legislation detailing what you can do to make your marriage to your first cousin legal, decided to repeal gay marriage. Because, apparently, enough of a majority does not believe in equality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay, because it's not like President Obama or Congress believe in equality, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that it's 2009 and we're still even having a debate over whether or not people should be "allowed" to have basic rights is appalling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the anniversary of Obama's election. I'm reading a lot of stuff online and seeing a lot of stuff on the news about what an incredible moment that was for our country and what an excellent job he's been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what they see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a moment of promise that's gone unfulfilled. I see a man who perhaps promised to do too much, and who has come through on almost nothing. I see a country that cannot stop debating whether or not poor people should be "allowed" to have basic access to affordable health care and whether or not people who love each other should be "allowed" to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a country driven by hate and fear. Driven by bigots and zealots who have a burning hatred for the existence of gay people, and the ignorant who are too scared to stand up to them and simply do what they're told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who votes against equality votes against freedom, and is someone I will not stand to call an American.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-3027859541447139529?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/3027859541447139529/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=3027859541447139529&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/3027859541447139529?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/3027859541447139529?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/yDZpHCVcbqQ/im-just-going-to-put-this-in-simplest.html" title="I'm Just Going to Put This In the Simplest Terms Possible" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-just-going-to-put-this-in-simplest.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYBRn86eCp7ImA9WxNUE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-2044208266368473228</id><published>2009-11-04T08:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T08:49:17.110-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-04T08:49:17.110-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Star Wars" /><title>Skywalking</title><content type="html">No words... should have sent a poet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KnRCH-B8gbE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KnRCH-B8gbE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I can say this: Doug Bresler is awesome. He directed this video, and I recently featured his excellent music video for Weird Al's "Trapped in the Drive-Thru" on my &lt;a href="http://dailyanimation.tumblr.com/post/227171381/trapped-in-the-drive-thru-2007-directed-by-doug" target="_blank"&gt;Daily Animation&lt;/a&gt; Tumblr.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-2044208266368473228?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/2044208266368473228/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=2044208266368473228&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/2044208266368473228?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/2044208266368473228?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/FLRgvwEM-X0/skywalking.html" title="Skywalking" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/skywalking.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIAQXk_cSp7ImA9WxNUEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-7400343153665210528</id><published>2009-11-03T11:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:49:00.749-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-03T11:49:00.749-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="On the Subject of Me" /><title>I Only Give Those Out to a Few People</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvBs8-5x9nI/AAAAAAAAe6g/ZnNW4KLe2NA/s1600-h/map.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvBs8-5x9nI/AAAAAAAAe6g/ZnNW4KLe2NA/s400/map.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399935748150523506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-7400343153665210528?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/7400343153665210528/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=7400343153665210528&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/7400343153665210528?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/7400343153665210528?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/aQdDy2cqcv0/i-only-give-those-out-to-few-people.html" title="I Only Give Those Out to a Few People" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvBs8-5x9nI/AAAAAAAAe6g/ZnNW4KLe2NA/s72-c/map.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-only-give-those-out-to-few-people.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYAQXk6cCp7ImA9WxNUEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-942396209029469306</id><published>2009-11-03T10:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:42:20.718-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-03T11:42:20.718-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health Report" /><title>2009: An Anxiety Odyssey - Health Report Update</title><content type="html">I haven't talked about my health here for a while because I didn't feel like I could open up anymore. But I wanted to talk a little about what I'm going through, mostly for my own sake, because I'm still working out how I feel about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm at the most weight I've ever had on in my life. Well, actually, that's not true: a couple of weeks ago I went to see the doctor, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; I was at the most weight I've ever had. I've lost about four pounds since then, so I guess I've made the most infinitesimal amount of progress on that. The point is, I weigh 410 pounds. I thought I was still hovering around 370. Turns out I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary to me. I've never weighed more than 400 before. Even just admitting that I weigh that much feels like abject failure to me. We now know for sure that I have a sleep apnea. But at least I still have low cholesterol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is on top of problems in my personal life. There are more substitute teachers this year than ever, and it's much, much harder for me to work. I may not be able to go back to school to finish my certification because I may not get the financial aid I need. I've developed a phobia about driving, which makes it that much more stressful for me to go anywhere (if I'm actually willing to leave the apartment, that is). We finally bit the bullet and got rid of the wife's car, so we're down to just one, and I worry a lot about only having the one car for both of us. I worry about confrontation or having to go anywhere or see anyone, about our financial problems and about my car needing new tires that I can't afford to buy. It's a massive weight on top of the 410 pounds I'm already carrying around with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvBbsJpyAlI/AAAAAAAAe6Y/EpWtuYCG_Vs/s1600-h/Copy+of+acid_picdump_65_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvBbsJpyAlI/AAAAAAAAe6Y/EpWtuYCG_Vs/s400/Copy+of+acid_picdump_65_09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399916767280759378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this picture online last week. This is my life now. This is how I feel almost all the time. This impending sense that the earth is going to open up and swallow me in. That something terrible is lurking around the corner, waiting to spring at me. Sure, a lot of that is just life--we're not always prepared for the things that surprise us. But I have built it up so much in my head and in my heart that it makes it hard to function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I finally talked to my doctor about my anxiety. I've had anxiety issues all of my life. When I was six years old I was so afraid of aliens that I had to slam open doors in case something was hiding behind them, and I wouldn't leave the house for months without scanning the yard. I was terrified of dogs since before I can remember, until I was about 15 or 16. I'm still a little uncomfortable around animals; it took me a while just to get used to having a rabbit. I'm currently terrified that it'll start snowing soon and I'll be too crippled by panic to leave the home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've never talked to a doctor about my anxiety before today. I rejected the idea of anti-anxiety medication for years. It just somehow felt like a failure. Failure to control my emotions and not let them control me. Maybe that sounds irrational, but that's how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised by our talk. I actually started crying almost immediately. I had a terrible bout of depression anxiety last night, to the point where I was considering calling a suicide line again, something I've only done once in my life (just two years ago). I looked up the numbers on the internet, but I just ended up going to bed instead. The doctor was a lot nicer than I expected; I had been worried that, because I didn't want to go on a CPAP breathing machine, he would tell me he wouldn't treat me anymore. (My cardiologist already had refused to see me anymore, back in January, for similar reasons.) He told me "Aaron, I'm still your doctor. I won't give up on you as long as you promise not to give up on yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we talked about my anxiety and my depression, and how I feel like I get locked inside myself and how in feeling like I have no control over my body or my emotions or my situation, I'm really conceding that control and given into panic. I told him about the time in 2007 when I went to the emergency room with a panic attack that I thought was a heart attack. I think that on some level the anxiety overwhelms me and, unable to deal with it, I become either panicked or depressed, and that leads to this weird sense of... not complacency, really, but this sense that it's much too late to do anything about my health, so I'm just killing time until it finally kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor put me on Lexapro and I'm going to go see a therapist in a couple of weeks. I think there has been a lot bottled up inside of me, and it's affected almost every aspect of my life. If this helps me to regain control over my health, my life, and my sense of self, then it's what I have to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-942396209029469306?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/942396209029469306/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=942396209029469306&amp;isPopup=true" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/942396209029469306?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/942396209029469306?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/bB3zSrEAYRM/2009-anxiety-odyssey-health-report.html" title="2009: An Anxiety Odyssey - Health Report Update" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SvBbsJpyAlI/AAAAAAAAe6Y/EpWtuYCG_Vs/s72-c/Copy+of+acid_picdump_65_09.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/2009-anxiety-odyssey-health-report.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04BRXc4fyp7ImA9WxNUEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-6879897952850628424</id><published>2009-11-03T10:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:32:34.937-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-03T10:32:34.937-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Geekery" /><title>Godzilla vs. the Mushroom Kingdom</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://eclecticbanana.blogspot.com/2009/10/godzilla-vs-mushroom-kingdom.html" target="_blank"&gt;Drake is right&lt;/a&gt;: every game is better with Godzilla. I would play the hell out of this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQQcGc5c1Tk&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQQcGc5c1Tk&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-6879897952850628424?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/6879897952850628424/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=6879897952850628424&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/6879897952850628424?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/6879897952850628424?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/J7EEcjRoSrM/godzilla-vs-mushroom-kingdom.html" title="Godzilla vs. the Mushroom Kingdom" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/godzilla-vs-mushroom-kingdom.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08DRXgzfyp7ImA9WxNUEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-8784279509095530961</id><published>2009-11-02T16:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:24:34.687-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-03T14:24:34.687-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Films" /><title>The A-Team</title><content type="html">I would much rather see this movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Su9fDPZdbcI/AAAAAAAAe6Q/k38K6cxwZzk/s1600-h/tumblr_kscpfgC4nq1qzpwi0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Su9fDPZdbcI/AAAAAAAAe6Q/k38K6cxwZzk/s400/tumblr_kscpfgC4nq1qzpwi0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399638987518078402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Than this movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Su9fCwfK-yI/AAAAAAAAe6I/5vVd73B_Thw/s1600-h/ATEAM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Su9fCwfK-yI/AAAAAAAAe6I/5vVd73B_Thw/s400/ATEAM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399638979220536098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of these looks like a joke to me, and it ain't the one with the little people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-8784279509095530961?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/8784279509095530961/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=8784279509095530961&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/8784279509095530961?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/8784279509095530961?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/TqZWM0pkGgg/a-team.html" title="The A-Team" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Su9fDPZdbcI/AAAAAAAAe6Q/k38K6cxwZzk/s72-c/tumblr_kscpfgC4nq1qzpwi0o1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/a-team.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cHQX09cCp7ImA9WxNUEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-8169514259626751326</id><published>2009-11-02T16:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:30:30.368-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-02T16:30:30.368-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Real Science" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Social Concerns" /><title>Science, Dystonia and Swine Flu Vaccinations</title><content type="html">I want to share these links that were emailed to me today. This is in regards to the media's fascination with the cheerleader who claims to have gotten dystonia from a flu shot (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=URHhyP4lmQ4" target="_blank"&gt;video here&lt;/a&gt;). The dangerous anti-vaccine crowd, led by Jenny "I'm a doctor because I have kids" McCarthy and her boyfriend Jim Carrey were &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://hometownhollywood.com/2009/10/jenny-mccarthy-jim-carreys-charity-generation-rescue-reaches-out-to-young-woman-left-with-dystonia-following-flu-shot/" target="_blank"&gt;exploited her to push their dangerous pseudoscience&lt;/a&gt; like the zealots they are, and the media, always craving sensation and reporting it as though it were fact, went right along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that science has had a chance to look into this case, we can see what's going on. Steven Novella has &lt;a href="http://www.theness.com/neurologicablog/?p=1152" target="_blank"&gt;looked into the case&lt;/a&gt; and found a lack of journalistic integrity, the quickness of the zealots to prove their point regardless of facts, and medical opinion that this woman doesn't actually have the disease she claims to have, but is suffering from something else entirely that couldn't have been the result of a vaccine. In a second piece, &lt;a href="http://www.theness.com/neurologicablog/?p=1163" target="_blank"&gt;he discusses&lt;/a&gt; the feelings actual dystonia sufferers have to McCarthy's organization, Generation Rescue, jumping on this case without understanding... well, science, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There's another good post at &lt;a href="http://scienceblogs.com/insolence/2009/11/dystonia_from_a_flu_vaccine.php" target="_blank"&gt;ScienceBlogs&lt;/a&gt;, and the Dystonia Medical Research Foundation has a statement &lt;a href="http://www.dystonia-foundation.org/pages/dystonia___flu_vaccine/569.php" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; which says, in part, "there has never been a validated case of dystonia resulting from a flu shot.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've talked about these anti-vax people before, and I can't disguise my contempt for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; contempt for public health concerns and the self-righteous way in which they've aided diseases through their ignorance of medical science. My opinion certainly hasn't changed. Read the linked posts. And thanks for sending them my way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-8169514259626751326?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/8169514259626751326/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=8169514259626751326&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/8169514259626751326?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/8169514259626751326?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/k6ea5C9ZnjI/science-dystonia-and-swine-flu.html" title="Science, Dystonia and Swine Flu Vaccinations" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/science-dystonia-and-swine-flu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IMQXk-eyp7ImA9WxNUEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-3398526586490676964</id><published>2009-11-02T15:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:06:20.753-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-02T16:06:20.753-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funnybooks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literary Life" /><title>The Wonderful Wizard of Oz</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Su9T9Pdwx1I/AAAAAAAAe54/5CYX0-azAGs/s1600-h/Wonderful_Wizard_of_Oz_6_Cover_by_skottieyoung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Su9T9Pdwx1I/AAAAAAAAe54/5CYX0-azAGs/s320/Wonderful_Wizard_of_Oz_6_Cover_by_skottieyoung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399626789829003090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was finally able to sit and read the recent Marvel Comics adaptation of L. Frank Baum's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wonderful Wizard of Oz&lt;/span&gt;. I only became aware of this by accident, and while I was excited to see a new graphic version of one of my all-time favorite books, I was a little annoyed that it became so popular so quickly. Not because I don't like the idea of lots of people digging Oz, but because it drove up the price of the individual issues to the point where I couldn't buy the entire series (8 issues, I think) for less than $75. I just had to wait for the hardcover to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see why it became so popular. I think it has less to do with the very faithful adaptation of the book than it does with Skottie Young's art. It's very good--I think the character designs are really interesting--but it's also very hip. The Hot Topic crowd--the crowd that was nowhere in the theater the nine times I went to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Nightmare Before Christmas&lt;/span&gt; in 1993 or in 1994 when I went to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ed Wood&lt;/span&gt; the one weekend it was actually out, but now loves dark and weird shit unconditionally--eats this stuff up, and if I were more cynical I might surmise that the book was specifically designed to appeal to that specific group. Is that a bad thing if it's true? I don't think so. I think it's nice that the world of Baum may be opened up to an audience that might not have spent the time tracking down the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like I have mixed feelings about this comic book, but that's not actually true. I like that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wonderful Wizard of Oz&lt;/span&gt;, with its timeless story and its faithfully earnest dialog has been visually reimagined for a new audience. It gets boring to see artwork that's so faithful to John R. Neill's illustrations that there seems to be no imagination involved. These fairy tale characters are timeless, and if they can survive Todd McFarlane's awful bondage-heavy "dark" action figure versions, they can survive anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art actually reminds me a bit of the anime series &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wonderful Wizard of Oz&lt;/span&gt; from the eighties, which I've been catching every once in a while on local reruns. Interesting. I wonder if that's an influence on Young or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adaptation is written by Eric Shanower, creator of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Age of Bronze&lt;/span&gt; (one of my all time faves) and an old hand when it comes to telling stories of the land of Oz. His adaptation is pretty much straight out of Baum; so much so that I thought some of the dialog was a little too earnest and repetitive for its own good. It's played straight, and if I have one criticism, it's that the danger and the wonder and the weirdness aren't played up enough. The whole thing sort of happens at one tone instead of making the emergencies (like the Poppy Field and the giant spider-beast and the Kalidahs) seem dire and the wonder (like the Emerald City or a cloud of flying monkeys or Glinda's castle) seem amazing. I can't really describe it, I guess, but I think most adaptations of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wonderful Wizard of Oz&lt;/span&gt; move along too quickly without really taking the time to get into what makes this place so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I enjoyed this book, I think it could've been much more than it is. But for what it is, I'm glad to have seen it. Can't wait for the next one--I see Shanower and Young have already started putting out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Marvelous Land of Oz&lt;/span&gt;, which means Jack Pumpkinhead, which is something to look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-3398526586490676964?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/3398526586490676964/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=3398526586490676964&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/3398526586490676964?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/3398526586490676964?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/w0PdST4Si80/wonderful-wizard-of-oz.html" title="The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Su9T9Pdwx1I/AAAAAAAAe54/5CYX0-azAGs/s72-c/Wonderful_Wizard_of_Oz_6_Cover_by_skottieyoung.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/wonderful-wizard-of-oz.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUCQ3g-fyp7ImA9WxNUEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-4433229895996131009</id><published>2009-11-02T14:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:37:42.657-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-02T14:37:42.657-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Films" /><title>Make That SIR Christopher Lee</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Su9CneyAvhI/AAAAAAAAe5w/o65YwPKw3LA/s1600-h/Sir-Christopher-Lee-recei-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Su9CneyAvhI/AAAAAAAAe5w/o65YwPKw3LA/s400/Sir-Christopher-Lee-recei-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399607724285672978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just found out that my favorite actor Christopher Lee was &lt;a href="http://www.royal.gov.uk/LatestNewsandDiary/Gallery.aspx?image=/List%20Images/Latest%20News/10%20October/LN%20Oct09%20Christopher%20Lee.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;knighted on Saturday&lt;/a&gt; for his services to drama and charity. Long overdue, I think. Congratulations, Sir Christopher!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-4433229895996131009?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/4433229895996131009/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=4433229895996131009&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/4433229895996131009?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/4433229895996131009?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/At1iUKLoV-c/make-that-sir-christopher-lee.html" title="Make That SIR Christopher Lee" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Su9CneyAvhI/AAAAAAAAe5w/o65YwPKw3LA/s72-c/Sir-Christopher-Lee-recei-001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/make-that-sir-christopher-lee.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMCQXo9fip7ImA9WxNUEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-2967896478785211838</id><published>2009-11-02T14:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:07:40.466-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-02T14:07:40.466-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV Report" /><title>TV Report: South Park</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;As usual, Becca says everything that really needs saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Su87R6Cl3BI/AAAAAAAAe5o/tiBdyR45qjA/s1600-h/whale+whores.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Su87R6Cl3BI/AAAAAAAAe5o/tiBdyR45qjA/s400/whale+whores.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399599657064455186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ME: I think the problem with this episode is that it just isn't that funny when Trey Parker is just ranting about whatever gimmicky reality show he's annoyed with this week. Most of those shows are lame, pointing out how gimmicky they are is just stating the obvious, so he doesn't find much to hang on it in the way of gags. It's like hearing someone yell "This is stupid! This is stupid!" over and over again. Why am I supposed to laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECCA: I think the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; problem is that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;South Park&lt;/span&gt; is just bad now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-2967896478785211838?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/2967896478785211838/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=2967896478785211838&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/2967896478785211838?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/2967896478785211838?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/AFk0hvVRGKo/tv-report-south-park.html" title="TV Report: South Park" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Su87R6Cl3BI/AAAAAAAAe5o/tiBdyR45qjA/s72-c/whale+whores.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/tv-report-south-park.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUFSH86eSp7ImA9WxNUEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10445924.post-7626754669555483839</id><published>2009-11-02T14:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:03:39.111-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-02T14:03:39.111-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Films" /><title>The Resident</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Su86m-l8VxI/AAAAAAAAe5g/6UDN_Jk629Q/s1600-h/hr_The_Resident_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Su86m-l8VxI/AAAAAAAAe5g/6UDN_Jk629Q/s400/hr_The_Resident_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399598919552096018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the films I'm most looking forward to is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Resident&lt;/span&gt;, the new film from Hammer Studios. &lt;a href="http://www.shocktillyoudrop.com/news/topnews.php?id=12503" target="_blank"&gt;Shock Till You Drop&lt;/a&gt; has this picture, with Christopher Lee and Jeffrey Dean Morgan, and one other, and it's quite enough to get me excited. Lee and Hammer? Yes, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10445924-7626754669555483839?l=samuraifrog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/feeds/7626754669555483839/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10445924&amp;postID=7626754669555483839&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/7626754669555483839?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10445924/posts/default/7626754669555483839?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Ocnm/~3/Pmpf5aCvcRA/resident.html" title="The Resident" /><author><name>SamuraiFrog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313259493587442589</uri><email>samuraifrog@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05125661958858053924" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/Su86m-l8VxI/AAAAAAAAe5g/6UDN_Jk629Q/s72-c/hr_The_Resident_2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samuraifrog.blogspot.com/2009/11/resident.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
