<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529</id><updated>2009-11-06T00:09:06.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay    fine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>248</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529.post-2728307793518270072</id><published>2009-11-06T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:09:06.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>songs from the album of the day</title><content type='html'>As presented by film students. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bNSY8bDfhGs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/bNSY8bDfhGs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mmJASp-DjLc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/mmJASp-DjLc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OtTnPnnfNr0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/OtTnPnnfNr0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/38052529-2728307793518270072?l=passionspissed.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/2728307793518270072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38052529&amp;postID=2728307793518270072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/2728307793518270072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/2728307793518270072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-from-album-of-day.html' title='songs from the album of the day'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09566613212960648625'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529.post-1034168576422795821</id><published>2009-11-03T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:35:18.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>someday her prince will come</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/SvEskU5ewRI/AAAAAAAAAkk/47L_rlzxLtM/s320/IMG00039-20091031-1450.jpg" align=left&gt;While I no longer like to dress up in a costume for my favorite holiday, the same is not true for my lovely niece. I never get to see her and rarely get to talk to her (when I do I can't make out what she's saying...still not sure if that's my fault or hers). But her dad was nice enough to send me a picture of her in her costume. Just a side note: every picture he's sent me of her includes an eating establishment and/or beer. Thank god, I know she's being brought up right. Anyway, doesn't she make an awesome Snow White? It's the role she was born to play!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38052529-1034168576422795821?l=passionspissed.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/1034168576422795821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38052529&amp;postID=1034168576422795821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/1034168576422795821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/1034168576422795821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/2009/11/someday-her-prince-will-come.html' title='someday her prince will come'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09566613212960648625'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/SvEskU5ewRI/AAAAAAAAAkk/47L_rlzxLtM/s72-c/IMG00039-20091031-1450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529.post-3938995360603328416</id><published>2009-11-03T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:36:35.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>great pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/SvCP_rLRqVI/AAAAAAAAAkc/EVXG9hUUPlo/s1600-h/libby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/SvCP_rLRqVI/AAAAAAAAAkc/EVXG9hUUPlo/s400/libby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399974277301774674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of reasons I love autumn, and one of them is pumpkin flavored things. Pie, beer, soup...yummy! In small doses and only once a year, of course. As Thanksgiving draws near it will most certainly be pie season. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a roommate who made a pumpkin pie one year and she wanted to use real pumpkin. She said she didn't want to use any of that canned junk. She emptied the pumpkin out, cut it, roasted it, scraped it, made a puree, etc. The pie was delicious! Only, all pumpkin pie is. See, the thing about the canned junk? It only has one ingredient: pumpkin. No salt, water, preservatives, artificial anything. In the end her pie tasted like one made from a can. I didn't tell her any of this.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that while the pie tasted the same as any other, it was special. It sticks out in my mind as a unique memory. I remember watching her do it and excited she was about it. And she probably saved a post-Halloween pumpkin from QFC's compost dumpster. Gay as it sounds, the secret ingredient in that pie was love.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to make a pie filling from scratch and tell people how you slaved over it for bonus points, it's pretty easy and tastes good. Or you could use a can and lie to people about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38052529-3938995360603328416?l=passionspissed.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/3938995360603328416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38052529&amp;postID=3938995360603328416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/3938995360603328416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/3938995360603328416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/2009/11/great-pumpkin.html' title='great pumpkin'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09566613212960648625'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/SvCP_rLRqVI/AAAAAAAAAkc/EVXG9hUUPlo/s72-c/libby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529.post-6058239263746958817</id><published>2009-10-30T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:44:56.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>digital transition fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/SusyphW_tsI/AAAAAAAAAkU/MynPtqC-4eI/s1600-h/100_0920.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/_d664AwNKg48/SusyphW_tsI/AAAAAAAAAkU/MynPtqC-4eI/s400/100_0920.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398464267244517058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switching this junk over has not been easy via Comcast. Jeremy and Matthew have bought what they told them to buy and hooked it up every which way they told them to hook it up (thanks guys), and yet we still can't watch our favorite shows on the big screen. If it wasn't for Megavideo I would never get to see them! On the bright side, I'm sure it won't be long before a solution is found (x-mas!) and there's enough on the channels we do get to keep me occupied this fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38052529-6058239263746958817?l=passionspissed.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/6058239263746958817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38052529&amp;postID=6058239263746958817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/6058239263746958817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/6058239263746958817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/2009/10/digital-transition-fail.html' title='digital transition fail'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09566613212960648625'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/SusyphW_tsI/AAAAAAAAAkU/MynPtqC-4eI/s72-c/100_0920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529.post-4814551182260118</id><published>2009-10-22T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T00:51:35.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's genetic</title><content type='html'>My free will astrology this week said something about my ancestors so I did a google search of the oldest one I know, my great-great-grandfather Manuel Rodrigues. I found this page that listed a bunch of voters registered in 1898 in my hometown of Antioch, where they found that kidnapped Jaycee Dugard girl. It listed the name, occupation and native country of each person. There were three Rodrigueses, all from Portugal. Manuel was a laborer and Enos (love that name) and Joseph Rodrigues were farmers. I thought "That doesn't sounds like my family." Then I noticed a note at the top of the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: This appears to be a listing of men who registered at the last minute prior to the November election. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last minute? Now that sounds like my family! I'm surprised they made it in time at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38052529-4814551182260118?l=passionspissed.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/4814551182260118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38052529&amp;postID=4814551182260118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/4814551182260118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/4814551182260118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-genetic.html' title='it&apos;s genetic'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09566613212960648625'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529.post-5828895698852273384</id><published>2009-10-21T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T01:47:51.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the worst</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/St7EQGE7CJI/AAAAAAAAAkE/rAXQipCF7HI/s1600-h/ash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/St7EQGE7CJI/AAAAAAAAAkE/rAXQipCF7HI/s320/ash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394965184424642706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee Simpson on the new Melrose Place is, in a word, the worst. It's almost disgusting how bad she is. Still, her crazy eyes and alien-like delivery crack me up. She's a total freak. &lt;br /&gt; I also have an idea of what her character is supposed to be: the worst neighbor ever. She's creepy and annoying and no one seems to like her...but there she is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38052529-5828895698852273384?l=passionspissed.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/5828895698852273384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38052529&amp;postID=5828895698852273384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/5828895698852273384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/5828895698852273384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/2009/10/worst.html' title='the worst'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09566613212960648625'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/St7EQGE7CJI/AAAAAAAAAkE/rAXQipCF7HI/s72-c/ash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529.post-7398558318478579258</id><published>2009-10-20T01:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T01:50:54.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first catfight</title><content type='html'>I'm watching Candleshoe right now. I haven't run across many people who have seen it, but I watched a gazillion times growing up. It's an old Disney movie that stars Jodie Foster as a 14-year-old delinquent, a real bad-ass who's gaurdians (they don't explain them, but they sure aren't her folks) sell her to &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0571674/"&gt;Rumpole of the Bailey&lt;/a&gt; so he can scam a rich old broad, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0371040/"&gt;Helen Hayes&lt;/a&gt;, out of her fortune or pirate treasure or something. She looks like her long-lost granddaughter. The old lady and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000057/"&gt;Doctor Doolittle&lt;/a&gt; have a bunch of foster kids living with them and Jodie does nothing but cause trouble. In this scene she has it out with some of the girls over doing chores or something. It probably has something to do with how much I like seeing chicks fight. But then again, everyone likes seeing chicks fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yvKpgPjWa0M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/yvKpgPjWa0M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/38052529-7398558318478579258?l=passionspissed.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/7398558318478579258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38052529&amp;postID=7398558318478579258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/7398558318478579258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/7398558318478579258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-first-catfight_20.html' title='my first catfight'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09566613212960648625'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529.post-8602963945051124874</id><published>2009-10-19T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:24:55.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flash forward</title><content type='html'>I was going to make a joke about how today marks the three-year anniversary of my relationship with Tivo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/StwULXU_DSI/AAAAAAAAAjo/GG_skBxrvV0/s1600-h/tivo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/StwULXU_DSI/AAAAAAAAAjo/GG_skBxrvV0/s320/tivo2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394208639156161826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've been feeling not-so-creative lately and couldn't formulate the right words. So I'll skip it and cut to the chase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been three years since I met Jeremy (and his Tivo). Knowing him has made me a better person and I'm having a more and more difficult time imagining life without him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby. Thanks for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38052529-8602963945051124874?l=passionspissed.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/8602963945051124874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38052529&amp;postID=8602963945051124874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/8602963945051124874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/8602963945051124874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/2009/10/flash-forward.html' title='flash forward'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09566613212960648625'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/StwULXU_DSI/AAAAAAAAAjo/GG_skBxrvV0/s72-c/tivo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529.post-8800205279295673247</id><published>2009-09-05T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:09:29.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>odosketch</title><content type='html'>This awesome website records the strokes you make as you draw it. You can save it and play it back. It's a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sketch.odopod.com/"&gt;http://sketch.odopod.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://sketch.odopod.com/flash/OdoSketch.swf?sketchURL=/sketches/74939.xml&amp;userURL=/users/5847&amp;bgURL=/images/bigbg.jpg&amp;mode=embed" AllowScriptAccess="always" bgcolor=#EDE7DB menu="false" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="470" height="213"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://sketch.odopod.com/flash/OdoSketch.swf?sketchURL=/sketches/75646.xml&amp;userURL=/users/5847&amp;bgURL=/images/bigbg.jpg&amp;mode=embed" AllowScriptAccess="always" bgcolor=#EDE7DB menu="false" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="470" height="213"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://sketch.odopod.com/flash/OdoSketch.swf?sketchURL=/sketches/80529.xml&amp;userURL=/users/5847&amp;bgURL=/images/bigbg.jpg&amp;mode=embed" AllowScriptAccess="always" bgcolor=#EDE7DB menu="false" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="470" height="213"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38052529-8800205279295673247?l=passionspissed.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/8800205279295673247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38052529&amp;postID=8800205279295673247&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/8800205279295673247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/8800205279295673247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='odosketch'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09566613212960648625'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529.post-5268238452396375879</id><published>2009-09-03T00:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:56:50.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>i made this</title><content type='html'>I did this one last week, it's watercolor, acrylic, ink and collage.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/Sp91s_DGEcI/AAAAAAAAAjA/xRylO662TjY/s1600-h/100_0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/Sp91s_DGEcI/AAAAAAAAAjA/xRylO662TjY/s400/100_0884.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377145895802769858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finished this one probably a couple of months ago. It's mostly acrylic with some ink too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/Sp92QtLXCgI/AAAAAAAAAjI/PmMahRSM5Qk/s1600-h/100_0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/Sp92QtLXCgI/AAAAAAAAAjI/PmMahRSM5Qk/s400/100_0845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377146509480888834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38052529-5268238452396375879?l=passionspissed.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/5268238452396375879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38052529&amp;postID=5268238452396375879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/5268238452396375879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/5268238452396375879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-made-this.html' title='i made this'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09566613212960648625'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/Sp91s_DGEcI/AAAAAAAAAjA/xRylO662TjY/s72-c/100_0884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529.post-8123662325268917791</id><published>2009-08-10T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:54:46.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='g.i. joe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bob mackie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sienna miller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cobra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catch me if you can'/><title type='text'>to catch a cobra</title><content type='html'>Next Sunday Jeremy and I are going to see the musical "Catch Me If You Can," based on the movie, based on the dude. I'm looking forward to it for a few reasons. It'll be my first live musical, although I'm not sure how many more are in my future. I'll get to buy new clothes, although I always say that when some special event comes up then I end up not buying anything (or anything good) and the next time, like now, I once again have nothing to wear. And then of course there's just having a night out with my guy. &lt;br /&gt;I was originally going to make a post about Bob Mackie, who did the costumes for the show, and how young he looks for a seventy-year-old. See, the news did a bit on him and he looked pretty good. But when searching for a photo I only found one recent one and, well, he looked pretty old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4-I2c8peEQ/SEGyN67w1oI/AAAAAAAAbr4/yhq8s1-Fq18/s400/sienna-baroness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 390px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4-I2c8peEQ/SEGyN67w1oI/AAAAAAAAbr4/yhq8s1-Fq18/s400/sienna-baroness.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, G.I. Joe is out. &lt;a href="http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20090807/REVIEWS/908079997/1001/reviews"&gt; Roger Ebert&lt;/a&gt; didn't care much for it, and it sounds just like what I would expect from it. I'm sure I'll see it just not in the theater. What I have liked about this movie from the start is the presence of the Baroness, played by Sienna Miller. When I think of Cobra, she's always the first thing I think of. The black hair, the glasses, the bad-ass bitchness, always having to take care of shit. Then I think of those twins. Then Destro, Zartan, and finally Cobra Commander, who I have not seen any sign of as of yet. Is he in the movie? I guess I'll have to find out. Maybe he's that Scottish dude and he'll be all helmety later on. It is called "Rise of the Cobra" after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38052529-8123662325268917791?l=passionspissed.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/8123662325268917791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38052529&amp;postID=8123662325268917791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/8123662325268917791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/8123662325268917791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-catch-cobra.html' title='to catch a cobra'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09566613212960648625'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4-I2c8peEQ/SEGyN67w1oI/AAAAAAAAbr4/yhq8s1-Fq18/s72-c/sienna-baroness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529.post-7704742191184595866</id><published>2009-07-23T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:17:53.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trash is my muse'/><title type='text'>want</title><content type='html'>I know what you can get me for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XTe0h53tH24&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/XTe0h53tH24&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/38052529-7704742191184595866?l=passionspissed.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/7704742191184595866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38052529&amp;postID=7704742191184595866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/7704742191184595866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/7704742191184595866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/2009/07/want.html' title='want'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09566613212960648625'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529.post-2957079319832276550</id><published>2009-07-23T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:31:40.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>free will astrology</title><content type='html'>I always like reading my Free Will Horoscope in the Stranger on Wednesdays as I shut down the store. Here's what mine said this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say that you lost a treasured object a while back. What do you think the odds are that you'll find it this week? Or let's say that a bewildering companion walked out of your life many moons ago. How much do you want to bet that your paths will cross again soon? According to my reading of the omens, events like these could be common between now and August 15. That's because the past is cycling back to you for another look. Revival and resurrection are in the air. What has been old may become new again. Are you ready to experience something resembling time travel? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then, lo and behold, today I buy this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://image.allmusic.com/00/amg/cov200/dre000/e060/e060646vw40.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the tracks&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gimme-Indie-Rock-Vol-1/dp/samples/B00004S80C/ref=dp_tracks_all_1/186-7538038-0183145#disc_1"&gt; at Amazon&lt;/a&gt;. It goes great with the Blues Explosion and PAvement I've been listening to. I'm on a roll already! Now, has anyone seen my hair?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38052529-2957079319832276550?l=passionspissed.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/2957079319832276550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38052529&amp;postID=2957079319832276550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/2957079319832276550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/2957079319832276550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/2009/07/free-will-astrology.html' title='free will astrology'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09566613212960648625'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529.post-215580285559857687</id><published>2009-07-02T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:01:48.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danielle Staub'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Housewives of New Jersey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All My Children'/><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>Here's New Jersy Housewife Danielle Staub on All My Children in 2001. She wasn't a recurring character, in fact this clip is all there is. And that is, of course, Josh Duhamel playing Leo Dupree, who barges in on Jack and Moura's(?) dinner. He's one they killed and probably can't bing back unless Duhamel plays him. Which he won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_PWUEDMTKlA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/_PWUEDMTKlA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/38052529-215580285559857687?l=passionspissed.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/215580285559857687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38052529&amp;postID=215580285559857687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/215580285559857687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/215580285559857687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/2009/07/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09566613212960648625'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529.post-551927479581356114</id><published>2009-06-28T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:23:26.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twitty mays</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.fairly-unbalanced.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/bmays-273x300.png" height=200 width=187 align=left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was strange that Billy Mays wasn't in the trends list on twitter, so I did a search for his name. I found some people's tweets(?) amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adesto: I tell my sister Billy Mays has died. She says "Isn't that a Michael Jackson song?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DaanDobber: out of respect for billy mays i will leave this stain in my shirt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maryhannah99117: Why couldn't it have been the Sham Wow guy? R.I.P. Billy Mays! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steveskin: It doesn't seem like anyone is mourning the loss of Billy Mays... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VictoriaKesoma: I HAVE 3 MORE MINUTES TO TYPE IN ALL CAPS IN MEMORY OF BILLY MAYS. RIP &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seanmoneynyc: I mean 4 real Who the hell is Billy Mays most of you white people never cared about MJ so why should I give a fuck about some dude who sells &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cHRIS_gREGORY: RIP BILLY MAYS, d never heard of u, but sounds like u were respected alot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38052529-551927479581356114?l=passionspissed.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/551927479581356114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38052529&amp;postID=551927479581356114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/551927479581356114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/551927479581356114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/2009/06/twitty-mays.html' title='twitty mays'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09566613212960648625'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529.post-531011920052210154</id><published>2009-06-23T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T01:22:47.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fill my heart with song</title><content type='html'>So AIM ain't working tonight so I can't talk to the dude. Thinkin 'bout him though. And this song was running through my head all day, I thought I might share it. Dedicated to you, my donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eQPiV_cauyI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=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/eQPiV_cauyI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/38052529-531011920052210154?l=passionspissed.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/531011920052210154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38052529&amp;postID=531011920052210154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/531011920052210154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/531011920052210154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/2009/06/fill-my-heart-with-song.html' title='fill my heart with song'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09566613212960648625'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529.post-5051524866943936075</id><published>2009-06-18T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:24:45.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fyle? Kysh? Olivyle? Kyliver?</title><content type='html'>What will they call the much-anticipated (by me, anyway) gay couple on One Life To Live? Here's a shot of today's episode, where we get to see Oliver Fish and Kyle Lewis in the classic I'll-turn-to-the-camera-and-you-talk-to-my-back soap opera pose. That's how you know it's legit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/Sjqvqpr0KpI/AAAAAAAAAh8/aKgqdvGQELE/s1600-h/100_0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/Sjqvqpr0KpI/AAAAAAAAAh8/aKgqdvGQELE/s200/100_0840.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348780654734879378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're so cute. The writers are dragging the gay stuff out a little more, which is fine with me. Fish just asked the black chick out again, but she's already all "I wonder what went down between them in college?"  I love when seeds are planted early on and have time to grow. Buffy did that a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38052529-5051524866943936075?l=passionspissed.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/5051524866943936075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38052529&amp;postID=5051524866943936075&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/5051524866943936075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/5051524866943936075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/2009/06/fyle-kysh-olivyle-kyliver.html' title='Fyle? Kysh? Olivyle? Kyliver?'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09566613212960648625'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/Sjqvqpr0KpI/AAAAAAAAAh8/aKgqdvGQELE/s72-c/100_0840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529.post-377847308243860444</id><published>2009-06-18T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:31:16.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new listerine</title><content type='html'>You know, for the gays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nature.com/vital/journal/v4/n4/images/vital693-i1.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38052529-377847308243860444?l=passionspissed.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/377847308243860444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38052529&amp;postID=377847308243860444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/377847308243860444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/377847308243860444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-listerine.html' title='a new listerine'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09566613212960648625'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529.post-3657741349888538448</id><published>2009-06-16T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T01:34:36.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>padi-o</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/SjdZEykQjhI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Xdv_b-sA5Ac/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/SjdZEykQjhI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Xdv_b-sA5Ac/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347841021353954834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been doodling with my Bamboo pad tonight. I love it, it pretty much looks like i drew this shit on paper. And no scanning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38052529-3657741349888538448?l=passionspissed.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/3657741349888538448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38052529&amp;postID=3657741349888538448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/3657741349888538448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/3657741349888538448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/2009/06/padi-o.html' title='padi-o'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09566613212960648625'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/SjdZEykQjhI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Xdv_b-sA5Ac/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529.post-5317399202619555607</id><published>2009-06-13T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:53:02.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>officially the stupidest thing i've ever seen</title><content type='html'>The title  says it all.&lt;br /&gt;Got this from &lt;a href="http://aviewofthec.wordpress.com/"&gt;A View of the C&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/crfGXmxJ1vM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/crfGXmxJ1vM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/38052529-5317399202619555607?l=passionspissed.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/5317399202619555607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38052529&amp;postID=5317399202619555607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/5317399202619555607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/5317399202619555607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/2009/06/officially-stupidest-thing-ive-ever.html' title='officially the stupidest thing i&apos;ve ever seen'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09566613212960648625'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529.post-4360951693728754378</id><published>2009-06-13T00:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:41:27.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trash is my muse'/><title type='text'>for kc</title><content type='html'>I know I used to draw a lot of robots that had "I am a robot" written on the chest in those days for some reason, but you have to admit this picture's sending a charge to your brains pleasure centers. Aside from the rad quote, there's some weird Final Fantasy thing in the corner. What the hell is satonic? Was that from biology? I don't even remotely remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/SjNXXZ4oqvI/AAAAAAAAAhs/NB6EzFvvfo4/s1600-h/mysins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/SjNXXZ4oqvI/AAAAAAAAAhs/NB6EzFvvfo4/s400/mysins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346713242215951090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38052529-4360951693728754378?l=passionspissed.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/4360951693728754378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38052529&amp;postID=4360951693728754378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/4360951693728754378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/4360951693728754378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-kc.html' title='for kc'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09566613212960648625'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/SjNXXZ4oqvI/AAAAAAAAAhs/NB6EzFvvfo4/s72-c/mysins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529.post-6528417676914305388</id><published>2009-06-12T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T02:28:56.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the terrible thing on alpha-9</title><content type='html'>I got this fun cartoon from &lt;a href="http://drawn.ca/"&gt;Drawn!&lt;/a&gt; It's by &lt;a href="http://jakehatesyou.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jake Armstrong&lt;/a&gt;. I like the clean yet crude feeling of the animation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="400" id="cf79c4aoi" name="cf79c4aon" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://p.castfire.com/2p7bO/video/105353/terrible-thing-mov_2009-06-04-102657.flv"&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 width="480" height="400" src="http://p.castfire.com/2p7bO/video/105353/terrible-thing-mov_2009-06-04-102657.flv" id="cf79c4aei" name="cf79c4aen" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&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/38052529-6528417676914305388?l=passionspissed.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/6528417676914305388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38052529&amp;postID=6528417676914305388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/6528417676914305388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/6528417676914305388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/2009/06/terrible-thing-on-alpha-9.html' title='the terrible thing on alpha-9'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09566613212960648625'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529.post-4748528595920782012</id><published>2009-06-09T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:14:54.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do you like fish sticks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://soapoperadigest.com/features/one-life-to-live/features/Scott-Evans-ABC-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 216px;" src="http://soapoperadigest.com/features/one-life-to-live/features/Scott-Evans-ABC-L.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend is the best. He just gave me the best news today. My recent favorite soap opera, One Life To Live is FINALLY getting a gay storyline! As soon as he told me, I knew exactly who it was going to be. Officer Fish. And perhaps the gaydar I didn't know I had was working in his case because he's a total homo in real life, which I also just found out today. Officer Fish is played by super-cute&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm3268924/"&gt; Scott Evans &lt;/a&gt;, brother of studly Fantastic Four star &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0262635/"&gt;Chris Evans&lt;/a&gt;, and he's only been in &lt;a href="http://llannet.com/"&gt;Llanview&lt;/a&gt; for a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Officer Oliver Fish went on a date with this one chick and it went ok, but he broke things off when he was seduced by disgusting skank, &lt;a href="http://www.soaps.com/onelifetolive/cast/725/Stacy_Morasco"&gt;Stacy&lt;/a&gt;, but then Stacy blew him off. That's was it for his personal life UNTIL, while at the gym,and in the midst of a serial killer investigation, Fish runs into an old frat brother. This is Kyle Lewis, played by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1505775/"&gt;Brett Claywell&lt;/a&gt;, a hospital lab guy involved in two non-related stories. They seemed to have a moment and that's when I called it! They are so gay together!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soapoperadigest.com/features/one-life-to-live/features/Bret-Claywell-ABC-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 216px;" src="http://soapoperadigest.com/features/one-life-to-live/features/Bret-Claywell-ABC-L.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now even though I called it I think my credibility might be in question since I always hope that a new male character turns out to be a gaymo. I've always done it on the soaps and I'm always wrong! I'm so excited, not only was I right, but it's going to be hot and here's how I know. Fish is a cop. Lewis is a criminal who just got busted for blackmail and other junk. And, they are casting for a third male character to tear their relationship asunder. It's all so exciting to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of fish, there were a couple of pictures from KC's family trip to Palm Springs I wanted to put up, and one has fish in it. But I need to locate my little memory card adapter so that will have to wait. In the meantime, here's pretty much everything I just said in a youtube video. Keep in mind, these scenes were spread out over months, so it wasn't all so obvious in the beginning, save for maybe it's cuteness.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z9Ji9MAbbNM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/Z9Ji9MAbbNM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/38052529-4748528595920782012?l=passionspissed.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/4748528595920782012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38052529&amp;postID=4748528595920782012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/4748528595920782012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/4748528595920782012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-like-fish-sticks.html' title='do you like fish sticks?'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09566613212960648625'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529.post-8953286680805043160</id><published>2009-06-05T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T02:14:40.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>batman and robin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/SijbKVRxR3I/AAAAAAAAAhE/o_YwyP4SO7g/s1600-h/batman-and-robin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/SijbKVRxR3I/AAAAAAAAAhE/o_YwyP4SO7g/s320/batman-and-robin1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343761928431945586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand Grant Morrison. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come sometimes he writes really great stuff and sometimes he writes total gibberish? The recent Batman R.I.P. storyline was confusing and poorly executed. Not only did I not see Batman die at the end of it, I wasn't even sure if the story was suggesting that he died. I had to read in another title altogether that Batman was considered dead. (Oh God is he going to come back in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blackest_Night"&gt;Blackest Night&lt;/a&gt; storyline?!) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Invisibles"&gt;The Invisibles&lt;/a&gt; was admirable but still convoluted and hard to follow. The key seems to be pairing him up with artist &lt;a href"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frank_Quitely"&gt;Frank Quietly&lt;/a&gt;. They won me over with their classic work on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/X-Men_(vol._2)#New_X-Men"&gt;New X-Men&lt;/a&gt; and I loved their superb work on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/We3"&gt;WE3&lt;/a&gt;. Now, after his last Batman stint left a bad taste in my mouth, Morrison delivers an enjoyable (so far) Batman title.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, Batman is "dead". So, after the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_for_the_Cowl"&gt;Battle for the Cowl&lt;/a&gt; storyline, Dick Grayson, the original Robin, who has gone by Nightwing probably longer than he hasn't, has assumed the mantle of Batman, a rite he has shied away from his entire post-Robin career. And the new Robin is Bruce Wayne's biological son, Damian (I don't know what happened to Tim Drake), making him the fifth Robin. Morrison writes Damian, a highly-trained brat with a superiority issue, really well. You just want to smack him when he talks down to Alfred. &lt;br /&gt;The villains are just plain creepy. Mr. Toad, someone called Pyg, who wears a grotesque mask, and his red haired minions. They're gross and I can't wait to see more. &lt;br /&gt;There were still a few akward places in the script, like this quote from Grayson Batman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/SijgQTO-gEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/SJIg2bSaCKc/s1600-h/100_0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/SijgQTO-gEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/SJIg2bSaCKc/s320/100_0839.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343767528520712258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crime is doomed? What the hell is that? There's a couple of times it seems like NightBat is taking a Spiderman-smart-alec approach to crime fighting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I dig this book and I'll keep picking it up. Plus, lesbo-hero &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Batwoman"&gt;Batwoman&lt;/a&gt; will be the main character in Detective Comics coming up here soon. That ought to be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38052529-8953286680805043160?l=passionspissed.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/8953286680805043160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38052529&amp;postID=8953286680805043160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/8953286680805043160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/8953286680805043160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/2009/06/batman-and-robin.html' title='batman and robin'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09566613212960648625'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/SijbKVRxR3I/AAAAAAAAAhE/o_YwyP4SO7g/s72-c/batman-and-robin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052529.post-7028925268608961550</id><published>2009-06-04T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:40:32.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just all ten of my children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/SihNV6ZfrNI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Os6m85LeU4o/s1600-h/262637~Jamie-Luner-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/SihNV6ZfrNI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Os6m85LeU4o/s320/262637~Jamie-Luner-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343605996723875026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A character recently returned to All My Children cast with a different actress. The odd thing about the casting is that it seems to be a case of reverse-SORAS &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SORAS"&gt;(Soap Opera Rapid Aging Syndrome)&lt;/a&gt;. Commonly, characters will come back way older, leaving a child or teenager and returning as an adult. In this case, however, she seems to have gotten younger.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liza_Colby"&gt;Liza Colby&lt;/a&gt; was portrayed by Marcy Walker until 2004. She returns now played by Melrose Place and Just the Ten of Us alum &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jamie_Luner"&gt;Jamie Luner&lt;/a&gt;. Luner is about nine years younger than walker in real life so, after a five year absence, the character has anti-aged by nine years. It doesn't help that her daughter has gone from a baby to a college student in the same amount of time. I think usually this would bother me, much like the SORAS inflicted upon &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/EJ_Wells"&gt;Elivs Aron "EJ" Dimera &lt;/a&gt;on Days of Our Lives. Originally the son of the AWESOME Susan Banks, EJ went from infant to 30-year-old in about eight years. His return also failed to even address what happened to his mother, Susan Banks, played masterfully by Eileen Davidson. Watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZixhTbXVO70"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for classic Susan.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I...? Oh, yeah, while it would normally irk me, I think Luner is doing a great job. OF course I remember Just the Ten of Us, but those memories have long been misty and water-colored. Melrose Place I totally remember and she was great in that too. I like how she plays the character and I think she's pretty and sultry and gives the show some sexy backbone. I hope it lasts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38052529-7028925268608961550?l=passionspissed.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/feeds/7028925268608961550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38052529&amp;postID=7028925268608961550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/7028925268608961550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38052529/posts/default/7028925268608961550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passionspissed.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-all-ten-of-my-children.html' title='just all ten of my children'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09566613212960648625'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d664AwNKg48/SihNV6ZfrNI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Os6m85LeU4o/s72-c/262637~Jamie-Luner-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>