tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33275394504344220682024-02-19T04:18:38.100-05:00Everybody Gets Ice CreamNow that's what I call a "sticky situation."Two Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05262000714192514517noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327539450434422068.post-36224575507148609282009-01-17T17:13:00.008-05:002009-01-17T21:39:41.385-05:00Let's get it onI thought I would share with everyone my awesome running playlist. Just in the spirit of the FRIGID cold outside. Because without a playlist this awesome, there is no way I would ever ever exercise. And a Catherine who isn't exercising is a Catherine who isn't much fun to be around.<br /><br />Onward!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrWamyL4Azc">Where's the Love</a> (It's a crime that embedding is disabled on that song.)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0tNO3QFoOE">Creep</a> (Seriously, YouTube -- fail!)<br /><br />Magic Dance<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8UoG-xQ9Lqc&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8UoG-xQ9Lqc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2IExa2A198"><br />Forever</a> (YouTube, why aren't you cooperating? I've got things to do.)<br /><br />Burnin' Up<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ScXLHgPcZuc&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ScXLHgPcZuc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Right Where You Want Me<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4rF0rWM-qM&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4rF0rWM-qM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1zeR3NSYcHk">Circus</a> (Fine. You win.)<br /><br />Till I Collapse<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/05YBIkJixpA&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/05YBIkJixpA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Chris Brown and David Bowie are my super husbands. I think that people can take some notes of what awesome music is. Yep.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Exciting Update:</span> I just discovered when taking off my shoes tonight that I have developed this awesome thing!<br /><br /><a href="http://walking.about.com/od/blisterfoot/a/blacktoenail.htm">Runner's Toe</a><br /><br />My shoes are apparently too small, so I am going to develop these bad boy blisters UNDERNEATH my toenails until we can afford to buy me new $120 sneakers.<br /><br />It's so foul.<br /><br />Marcus drained the blister for me while I cried hysterically because I am deathly afraid of needles. He's a keeper. He has no idea what he is going to have to deal with if I get a Fulbright and we have to get all sorts of inoculations. He might leave me...Blue Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384266616452131577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327539450434422068.post-13051109782898464392009-01-11T20:30:00.004-05:002009-01-11T20:47:04.195-05:00'Round the Table questions even though we are just sitting here on the couch by ourselvesIs this thing on? We forgot about this blog again. We are all-stars. The updates are <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=737QmQl_eYo&feature=PlayList&p=7E61D71FB2761F78&index=0&playnext=1">Fast and Furious</a>, like Vin Diesel. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Kc1nBALO7E&feature=related">Rock</a>? <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IHc_9OFv-Rw">Nrrrrreeeee</a>?<br /><br />This post for our family, but they are the only people who read this anyway.<br /><br />Question time!<br /><br />1. If you had to play one video game for the rest of your life, what would it be?<br />Marcus: Peggle Nights<br />Catherine: Peggle<br /><br />2. If you had to listen to one song on loop, and it was always playing everywhere you went, what song would you pick?<br />Marcus: Alone by Heart<br />Catherine: Show Me the Meaning of Being Lonely<br /><br />3. If you could hang out with any comic book character, who would it be?<br />Marcus: Bigby from Fables<br />Catherine: Jughead from Archie<br />Marcus: No, Fin Fang Foom.<br /><br />4. If you had to have facial reconstruction surgery and look like someone famous, who would it be?<br />Marcus: Shel Silverstein<br />Catherine: Mickey Rouke. Just kidding. Kate Winslet.<br /><br />5. If you had to eat one fruit or vegetable for the rest of your life, what would it be?<br />Marcus: Eggplant. Wizards.<br />Catherine: Bananas<br /><br />6. What superpower would you want?<br />Marcus: Mandarin's 10 rings and facial hair. Just kidding. Blackbolt's voice.<br />Catherine: To be able to warm up, except it would make me susceptible to people who could make me into a pie.<br /><br />7. Would you rather be 100 feet tall or 10 inches tall?<br />Marcus: 100 ft, so I could get everybody.<br />Catherine: 10 inches, so I could hide places and be a spy.Two Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05262000714192514517noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327539450434422068.post-85305769954609336972008-12-05T21:28:00.006-05:002008-12-05T21:44:37.165-05:00Take some notesMy mom's side of the family has started a blog (no, really):<br /><br /><a href="http://renuart.blogspot.com/">Renuart Nation</a><br /><br />And I really just think that the world needs to take some notes on what winners look like.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwyxuqD0t4-4TH2hv1kpzZYKO0StMGZOq_xXEI3ORpluPYYdrzwznXl4zeQqv6-CaYChNXtsY2ji4EweXWDps9zdm_ES6mN05yUTCGJ6bh1bAPPWgnMyL_4Y-S_N6RKZ3if_qXrs7Syxc/s1600-h/File0003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 365px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwyxuqD0t4-4TH2hv1kpzZYKO0StMGZOq_xXEI3ORpluPYYdrzwznXl4zeQqv6-CaYChNXtsY2ji4EweXWDps9zdm_ES6mN05yUTCGJ6bh1bAPPWgnMyL_4Y-S_N6RKZ3if_qXrs7Syxc/s400/File0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276499496229266706" border="0" /></a><br />I am the baby in red overalls to the left. What you can't quite make out is that my right eye is completely black (an unfortunate occurance which involved a refrigerator, a kitchen counter, and my eye socket). My mom is the prettiest woman. And that is a normal size for a family. Considering that this is just the first round of grandchildren...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4pCrrPATIB4NbAFjzB-Pgt3pLo3rFM1jQRHqsdYWXZLiYChDUDsxvU_RakIUDxcvX-xltpEaiQt4NyQayB-3V9j-qWVcGwKjk-9yMs0Jn7J-QA9IS_GYqvyltD7NB2ByXrtq6Dlm6rM/s1600-h/File0004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4pCrrPATIB4NbAFjzB-Pgt3pLo3rFM1jQRHqsdYWXZLiYChDUDsxvU_RakIUDxcvX-xltpEaiQt4NyQayB-3V9j-qWVcGwKjk-9yMs0Jn7J-QA9IS_GYqvyltD7NB2ByXrtq6Dlm6rM/s320/File0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276502230148455682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The next round starts. I'm the kid on the top step, far right. I wish I still wore that outfit (especially the shoes). And had that hair cut.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGfn3TLAknaX6lIFONHqfvVggVUz8qwJCY2cSheenDcEAuZdukAU4LLlce-22M57M5yXlIhJUosU_8LzXg1u8UV0Ojk8Br3_Dand5FohlmsqL3FmkAJbvfe0rCuRoHQi4I7AlfMfex0_0/s1600-h/File0007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 553px; height: 366px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGfn3TLAknaX6lIFONHqfvVggVUz8qwJCY2cSheenDcEAuZdukAU4LLlce-22M57M5yXlIhJUosU_8LzXg1u8UV0Ojk8Br3_Dand5FohlmsqL3FmkAJbvfe0rCuRoHQi4I7AlfMfex0_0/s400/File0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276500809014143426" border="0" /></a><br />But the ultimate get is my game face in this photo (you probably need to the Renuart site and click on the photo to get it full size in order to appreciate this). And that vest that I am wearing. I mean Jamie's pose (who is to the right). Really, it's Haley who was the cutest child. And Tim, who was never more than 10 feet away from her for about 6 years.Blue Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384266616452131577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327539450434422068.post-41567848353959019932008-11-12T18:28:00.002-05:002008-11-12T18:35:40.586-05:00Happy TimesSometimes you just need a bobbin to make you smile:<br /><br /><object width="400" height="302"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2113477&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2113477&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="302"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://vimeo.com/2113477">Once upon a time...</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user115775">Capucha</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y7lJpFwAcCs&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y7lJpFwAcCs&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="400" height="302"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=926656&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=926656&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="302"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://vimeo.com/926656">Joshua dancing to "Apologize"</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/joefus">Joe Tran</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.<br /><br /><object width="464" height="388" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf?c79e63ac" /><param name="flashvars" value="key=8e4a90b594" /><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><embed width="464" height="388" flashvars="key=8e4a90b594" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf?c79e63ac" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><div style="text-align:center;width: 464px;">See more <a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/">funny videos</a> at Funny or Die</div>Two Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05262000714192514517noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327539450434422068.post-68273742411146378762008-11-11T17:34:00.003-05:002008-11-11T17:38:19.850-05:00The wife ain't the only one can update.Hey there, blog! How's it going? I had the day off today, but then two things happened:<br /><br />1. I am sick with blargh, despite trying SOSO hard not to get sick; and<br /><br />2. I had to grade 25 essays that were also somehow sick with blargh.<br /><br />Do you know what teaching school is, blog? Teaching school is bogus.<br /><br />Like this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZv2tUpncobmN1qz6BynXwnrMQ_bUlHtExTPDhKf9JRnQ85nMhN4jktnc3TwWlrZI8MzyQyhsAOCL9J7QAudn0Nc6z90gg4393D0fzyfmLOGkPeSvZlNNCaXS8_sqi9A_OzTzVqRTajFc/s1600-h/bogus.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZv2tUpncobmN1qz6BynXwnrMQ_bUlHtExTPDhKf9JRnQ85nMhN4jktnc3TwWlrZI8MzyQyhsAOCL9J7QAudn0Nc6z90gg4393D0fzyfmLOGkPeSvZlNNCaXS8_sqi9A_OzTzVqRTajFc/s320/bogus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267532499307889298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Au revoir, blog. Je vomis.</span>Red Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07960150493450452034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327539450434422068.post-15989434473581412792008-11-10T13:30:00.006-05:002008-11-10T13:46:57.252-05:00Sirs and Ma'amsWe didn't know.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d11885738.u33.surftown.nu/images/swedish-dance-bands-023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 368px;" src="http://d11885738.u33.surftown.nu/images/swedish-dance-bands-023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d11885738.u33.surftown.nu/images/swedish-dance-bands-021.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 254px;" src="http://d11885738.u33.surftown.nu/images/swedish-dance-bands-021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d11885738.u33.surftown.nu/images/swedish-dance-bands-025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 279px;" src="http://d11885738.u33.surftown.nu/images/swedish-dance-bands-025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d11885738.u33.surftown.nu/images/swedish-dance-bands-032.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 487px;" src="http://d11885738.u33.surftown.nu/images/swedish-dance-bands-032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d11885738.u33.surftown.nu/images/swedish-dance-bands-034.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 308px;" src="http://d11885738.u33.surftown.nu/images/swedish-dance-bands-034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d11885738.u33.surftown.nu/images/swedish-dance-bands-037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 379px;" src="http://d11885738.u33.surftown.nu/images/swedish-dance-bands-037.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d11885738.u33.surftown.nu/images/swedish-dance-bands-044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 457px;" src="http://d11885738.u33.surftown.nu/images/swedish-dance-bands-044.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d11885738.u33.surftown.nu/images/swedish-dance-bands-048.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 449px;" src="http://d11885738.u33.surftown.nu/images/swedish-dance-bands-048.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d11885738.u33.surftown.nu/images/swedish-dance-bands-051.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 226px;" src="http://d11885738.u33.surftown.nu/images/swedish-dance-bands-051.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />How could we have known that Swedish dance bands were so incredible?<br /><br />I am starting a free love commune with every single one of those men. 'Cause I need to get up on all of that. There is no time to waste.<br /><br />More of these fine-looking gentlemen can be found <a href="http://pics.yemii.com/swedish-dance-bands.html">here</a>.<br /><br />But I saved my true love for last:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d11885738.u33.surftown.nu/images/swedish-dance-bands-004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 253px;" src="http://d11885738.u33.surftown.nu/images/swedish-dance-bands-004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Oh, man to the far right... I didn't know that my heart could beat like this...Blue Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384266616452131577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327539450434422068.post-2764464566434342232008-10-05T06:49:00.004-06:002008-10-05T06:54:52.488-06:00BobbinWe have both been super blargh monsters with serious cold/flu things for the past week or so, but we just got great news that Josh and Heidi had their baby! Follow the links to see the tiny baby (born by c-section) and the happy parents. We are so thrilled for them and can't wait to meet Miss Izzie in person.<br /><br /><a href="http://heiditt55.shutterfly.com/16">Baby Isabella Rose</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procgtaserv/47b8ce25b3127cce98548a1dbb0100000046100AauWLds5aOWLg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procgtaserv/47b8ce25b3127cce98548a1dbb0100000046100AauWLds5aOWLg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Blue Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384266616452131577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327539450434422068.post-53024082394094720822008-09-29T19:46:00.002-06:002008-09-29T19:53:21.287-06:00Rebuking rebuttal.I must concede that Meatloaf did pose good competition with "I Would Do Anything for Love," but really. Can you top these two at once? A one-two punch. A duo of women who have brought us some of the cheesiest power ballads of all time.<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CxIN79n4jVo&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CxIN79n4jVo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />What happened to divas?<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xNarn1MY6kY&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xNarn1MY6kY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />And of course <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLC73DB7jE8">Mariah Carey's Hero</a>Blue Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384266616452131577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327539450434422068.post-14830814473382865182008-09-29T19:34:00.003-06:002008-09-29T19:42:43.020-06:00Rebuttal.I admit that it is nearly impossible to call, but in the end, how does Meatloaf <span style="font-style:italic;">not</span> win? Even against Celine Dion. Look:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9GNhdQRbXhc&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9GNhdQRbXhc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />This is exactly how Cat and I met, except without all the lesbians (and the subsequent mirror-breaking), but definitely with the me being a monster and then there being a police detective in glasses and then we were riding off into the sunset. Also, however old I was when I first saw this, all I remembered was the lesbians. So awesome.<br /><br />But then there's Meatloaf <span style="font-style:italic;">covering</span> Celine Dion. So I guess <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FsOkMB1nc-w">he answered the bell</a>:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i_XT7zDuuZg&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i_XT7zDuuZg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Just kidding. That is the worst.Red Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07960150493450452034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327539450434422068.post-84461070646902215332008-09-29T19:20:00.002-06:002008-09-29T19:34:31.402-06:00Importanter update!Seriously, if you want a for real power ballad:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMHGgnlXfSA">Celine Dion -- It's All Coming Back to Me Now.</a><br /><br />Curse youtube for disabling embedding of Celine Dion. But I promise you it is worth it. It's got explosions, ghosts, storms, flashes of light. She is the unbeatable winner of my heart.Blue Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384266616452131577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327539450434422068.post-20539920610853152142008-09-29T19:12:00.001-06:002008-09-29T19:15:03.741-06:00Important update!Seriously, everybody, quick:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3yUZvw-Ps30&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3yUZvw-Ps30&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Red Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07960150493450452034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327539450434422068.post-64983320300283954072008-09-22T18:29:00.003-06:002008-09-22T18:37:06.544-06:00Oh baby, oh babyOkay, I think that most girls have a short list of women for whom they would immediately become a lesbian.<br /><br />Meet my number 1:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4AGFeqUcMW4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4AGFeqUcMW4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I mean, come ON! Those breasts--incredible! <br /><br />Not to mention is she is not a bad little actress.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zN_MpktVbeQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zN_MpktVbeQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Plus, she was Saffron. Who wouldn't want to marry Saffron?<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZHyJCYCLDfY&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZHyJCYCLDfY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Christina, baby, any time, any place. Call me.Blue Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03384266616452131577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327539450434422068.post-18604140171619384232008-09-06T15:17:00.003-06:002008-09-06T15:34:21.555-06:00Fly a fantasy.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQySU7TGLjY8isRbtMInDM7qlJyvI5RqWdklxQcQ4EoJuRTGY_EUPsbLQQpFo1ZtPaCfh-D_bhWQRkiQ_iIxiyQDr_5LyZpAYG4NrCpaq3uQBnIzlbptxjfuCOdEmgK_-47BGi5vnfW50/s1600-h/Limahl+-+NES.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQySU7TGLjY8isRbtMInDM7qlJyvI5RqWdklxQcQ4EoJuRTGY_EUPsbLQQpFo1ZtPaCfh-D_bhWQRkiQ_iIxiyQDr_5LyZpAYG4NrCpaq3uQBnIzlbptxjfuCOdEmgK_-47BGi5vnfW50/s320/Limahl+-+NES.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243021801361871714" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Excuse me, sir?</span></span><br /><br />Cat and I just watched <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRM0yLxMis4"><span style="font-style: italic;">The NeverEnding Story</span></a>, which I have just discovered is my favorite movie of all time, supplanting <span style="font-style: italic;">The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring</span>. You just can't beat something I first saw when I was five years old, Peter Jackson. I'm sorry.<br /><br />I made sure Cat appreciated some of the better touches -- Bastian taking the attic key from its broken holder, Charlotte's cameo as <a href="http://www.geocities.com/echoes_ca/geschichte/Morla.html">Morla, the Ancient One</a> -- and I also showed her the video for Limahl's "NeverEnding Story."<br /><br />You have to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3khTntOxX-k">watch it</a>. Embedding has been disabled by request, which hasn't stopped 1.5 million people from watching this, so get to it. And then pay attention when it hits the 2:00 mark, because that's when magic happens. That image capture at the top of this post? That's the face Limahl makes while singing the chorus. Why is Limahl making an orgasmic/heroin face? Except kind of bored? Who's the woman in the background? How is this the best video you've ever seen?Red Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07960150493450452034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327539450434422068.post-65671732032068768292008-09-05T23:24:00.004-06:002008-09-05T23:29:31.246-06:00Live-blogging the evening: Part 9.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZEmNJoo4v_27OubooXz-txoJpjpti7NG-X9dGv-seBmblVTOHQYNYGv3Z7A-E3AFf1tvYzfM5lRzAg-Q5-iwvbmjsLa_J3_V5bEw-ow6UCUw7Zn7weSX-iDbcFggfnohXA_d9EYzPYw/s1600-h/Drinky+Crow+Animation.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZEmNJoo4v_27OubooXz-txoJpjpti7NG-X9dGv-seBmblVTOHQYNYGv3Z7A-E3AFf1tvYzfM5lRzAg-Q5-iwvbmjsLa_J3_V5bEw-ow6UCUw7Zn7weSX-iDbcFggfnohXA_d9EYzPYw/s320/Drinky+Crow+Animation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242775816388488114" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm searching for the perfect feeling...</span><br /></span><br />Whoops. I passed out, missed most of <span style="font-style: italic;">Camp Rock</span>, and now have a raging headache. Good thing that catching the first ten minutes and the last ten minutes of the movie are enough to provide the entire plot.<br /><br />Also, Demi Lovato? No more dancing for you. Maybe I can't tell through the fog of my epic fail, but you and dancing are a no.Red Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07960150493450452034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327539450434422068.post-81221591698171984392008-09-05T21:44:00.002-06:002008-09-05T22:06:26.754-06:00Live-blogging the evening: Part 8.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDFKFUUjy9QOx3sOmgKNBQc0HGRnfS2C5JmMuQRp0Gf4lEeaHCwKViLTX6quwcZkllCxYTIvletpCN6GQaJBIqGhE59eUhOG7dIr5oxEbdGkMVTaex_AxzidHkAIZe2h0pmGn1v3yIZc/s1600-h/Camp-Rock-movie-01-790793.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDFKFUUjy9QOx3sOmgKNBQc0HGRnfS2C5JmMuQRp0Gf4lEeaHCwKViLTX6quwcZkllCxYTIvletpCN6GQaJBIqGhE59eUhOG7dIr5oxEbdGkMVTaex_AxzidHkAIZe2h0pmGn1v3yIZc/s320/Camp-Rock-movie-01-790793.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242749746138860658" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Are you serious, Jonas #3?</span></span><br /><br />Let's go! <span style="font-style: italic;">Camp Rock</span>! First, I plan on not learning how to differentiate the Jonas Brothers other than by arbitrary distinctions, such as which one is the gayest or the worst. In fact, I plan on treating this as a massive comparative experiment: Who is gayer, the <a href="http://www.disneyjuice.com/disney_juice/images/2008/05/25/joe_jonas.jpg">Gay Jonas Brother</a> or <a href="http://axiomdrehollywoodkii.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/zac_efron.jpg">Zac Efron</a>? (Just kidding, everybody. Zac Efron will never be topped.)<br /><br />So far, I have no idea what the plot is. I failed at processing the beginning of the movie, so I'm now joining it as whats-her-name shows up at Camp Rock. There is a lot of screaming.<br /><br />Cat and Juila were just having an argument with me about who's prettier: <a href="http://www.topwomen.org/Celebrities/images/Vanessa-Hudgens.jpg">Vanessa Hudgens</a> or <a href="http://msp249.photobucket.com/albums/gg208/JBfan101_photos/demi_lovato_1206725597.jpg">Demi Lovato</a>. At first, I was pretty much ready to fight about the fact that Vanessa Hudgens is a troll and Demi Lovato is cute. Then I realized that I'm 28 and what the hell am I doing? Also, music has finally started:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UD_X5yFTHwQ&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UD_X5yFTHwQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />I feel like I'm <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oL71f_KMGw&feature=related">watching <span style="font-style: italic;">Fame</span></a>, but it's not as good.Red Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07960150493450452034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327539450434422068.post-25986359957823341282008-09-05T21:09:00.008-06:002008-09-05T21:35:29.475-06:00Live-blogging the evening: Part 7.<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rL37snqMJx8&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rL37snqMJx8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />We've now watched this scene three or four times in a row. It is the most incredible scene in the history of movies. If you gave me two years and a hundred thousand dollars, I might be able to break it down for you, but right now? Whew. I'll do my best.<br /><br />You have this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtVlGAolH2UtXPnp4ucKRoNeHN0FQ3xwKr-I74HK9K0Vk2Ox8U358oEAPHALpxdC3gm6SKB6QZNJb9grdAHsdh6-IQLfLuPRWr11lJs2C8Tzdf3V2EHDpS1HG2WZS2xYYR4HWQK6LxKOI/s1600-h/Bet+On+It+01.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtVlGAolH2UtXPnp4ucKRoNeHN0FQ3xwKr-I74HK9K0Vk2Ox8U358oEAPHALpxdC3gm6SKB6QZNJb9grdAHsdh6-IQLfLuPRWr11lJs2C8Tzdf3V2EHDpS1HG2WZS2xYYR4HWQK6LxKOI/s320/Bet+On+It+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242742810524539458" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Which is more incredible in motion than here, even <span style="font-style: italic;">with </span>the incredible fey thing his hands are doing. Toward the end, he also spins and jumps by some water:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQOo6wm1ae-DfOrBxlalYduTG0a0coqRsKCuEmMMkWIFFTfxKvlZAYeeUkqrjGqbO9vCzZt8CUMZXX7ei1x7mm1JeNlp7BucPQKKJAyUdGrEXI3uz3Uph8aTwJN6KrgERsw2s-S14Qx7I/s1600-h/Bet+On+It+02.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQOo6wm1ae-DfOrBxlalYduTG0a0coqRsKCuEmMMkWIFFTfxKvlZAYeeUkqrjGqbO9vCzZt8CUMZXX7ei1x7mm1JeNlp7BucPQKKJAyUdGrEXI3uz3Uph8aTwJN6KrgERsw2s-S14Qx7I/s320/Bet+On+It+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242743134045428594" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Again, the still doesn't do it justice. Just remember that this is his angst-ridden, tough-guy song. This is it. Spinning in midair.<br /><br />But the moment that shattered my belief that I could ever blog about this scene effectively is right here:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXZelBEGjfD1cOxndigFZNIOypsoyhvQ4inTlzEVESIOedA2DJrMsCp-gue3JwLST_SSazgbj_LyWh26-Y3DCmFa0bZt-rkKgfg-Vs98XfLrfQgIOBNXeE1yN8RcwKHCw-lPAWK_G0ivw/s1600-h/Bet+On+It+03.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXZelBEGjfD1cOxndigFZNIOypsoyhvQ4inTlzEVESIOedA2DJrMsCp-gue3JwLST_SSazgbj_LyWh26-Y3DCmFa0bZt-rkKgfg-Vs98XfLrfQgIOBNXeE1yN8RcwKHCw-lPAWK_G0ivw/s320/Bet+On+It+03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242743492760913458" border="0" /></a><br /><br />He is talking to his reflection. His face looks like <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ra72a9Et2Gw">this</a>, and it is incredible. You are the better man, <span style="font-style: italic;">High School Musical 2</span>. I concede.<br /><br />BONUS: The Internet wins. While looking for pictures of Vigo, I found someone's opus, and <a href="http://www.i-mockery.com/minimocks/ghostbusters2/">here it is</a>. You're welcome.Red Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07960150493450452034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327539450434422068.post-9294598648792196002008-09-05T20:27:00.002-06:002008-09-05T20:41:23.215-06:00Live-blogging the evening: Part 6.<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNQx2cOXy8I&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNQx2cOXy8I&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />At this point, I feel like I've fallen asleep and am now dreaming one of my surreal dreams. Are they really in the pool? Is this what a date is like? Should I be taking Catherine to the pool and pretending to be a gay guy pretending to be straight? Romance is so confusing.<br /><br />Whoa. I think I did fall asleep for a little bit. I <span style="font-style:italic;">will</span> make it to <span style="font-style:italic;">Camp Rock</span>, but it's safe to say that <span style="font-style:italic;">HSM2</span> is not holding my interest.Red Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07960150493450452034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327539450434422068.post-51780107941778312652008-09-05T19:52:00.004-06:002008-09-05T20:00:42.282-06:00Live-blogging the evening: Part 5.We're up to "The Music In Me," and all I can see (vaguely -- so many mudslides!) is that Kelsi is so alone. The gay kid and his ineptly lip-synching beard are making out in front of her TOTES UNINVITED (I am saying totes for the evening), and she's all alone. I would make you feel less alone, Kelsi.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp2tuXkDP4AFWnA261iOIjgAV9QDC4ilLBi0AkegY1WMiSEXOFNLE7bRsBXbF4Zd3OBlBpLqBjOJJwZLZVSO7GvMAtvvPt7XKQ1BE96em86VyecLl7vOdfTUHYi_EgQOyVRqbnTX8798s/s1600-h/Olesya-Rulin.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp2tuXkDP4AFWnA261iOIjgAV9QDC4ilLBi0AkegY1WMiSEXOFNLE7bRsBXbF4Zd3OBlBpLqBjOJJwZLZVSO7GvMAtvvPt7XKQ1BE96em86VyecLl7vOdfTUHYi_EgQOyVRqbnTX8798s/s320/Olesya-Rulin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242721362585348130" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Damn you, Troy, you know you're just leading Gabrielle on</span></span><br /><br />It totally sucks to be the third wheel. Sorry. I mean that it <span style="font-style: italic;">totes</span> sucks <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=82vjlW5boJI">to be the third wheel</a>.Red Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07960150493450452034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327539450434422068.post-28354237881406525522008-09-05T19:23:00.003-06:002008-09-05T19:41:32.321-06:00Live-blogging the evening: Part 4.And we are go on <span style="font-style: italic;">High School Musical 2</span>. Gabriella still can't lip-synch (or sing), Troy is still gay, and I am fixing another blended explosion of whatever we bought today at the store.<br /><br />Let's talk about Ms. Darbus, though (and I <span style="font-style: italic;">did</span> have to look that up at <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0475293/">IMDB</a>, no worries):<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-E_kReLc864&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-E_kReLc864&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />There is not a high school teacher in this world who is not <span style="font-style:italic;">more</span> excited than the kids for that last bell. We are salivating over it. But in movies, teachers take on one of three stereotypes:<br /><br />1. The iconoclastic teacher who strives to inspire and huarargh vomit sounds. Robin Williams is the worst. <span style="font-style:italic;">Dead Poets Society</span> is ass. No teaching is like this. I get that you make students and (dumb) teachers feel like they can make kids love learning. IT'S JUST THAT YOU'D MAKE A BETTER FOOL FOR SATAN, ROBIN WILLIAMS:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ppqb0t_B0KY&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ppqb0t_B0KY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Shut your face, Robin Williams.<br /><br />2. The young, inspirational teacher who is probably banging one of the students. They love this one on teen dramas. Because none of us is capable of being professional, you know. Mostly, we just go ahead and teach some children how to sin. All you have to do is smoke, get drunk or better yet, give illegal drugs or alcohol to under-aged children. Cheat, gamble, gossip, and live being as selfish as possible. Do all of this in the presence of children and they will do it too. Kids are like that.<br /><br />3. Then there's Ms. Darbus, who is oblivious and/or inept. The teacher who can't relate, won't relate, stumbles around like a retarded person (oops), and so on. So nice, Hollywood!<br /><br />Oh, and there's a fourth -- the super-mean teacher who abuses kids "in order to teach them." (Who am I quoting?) That's me, except I don't teach them anything. Except to be quiet when I'm reading the paper or napping.<br /><br />Wait, there's a fifth type (don't give up on it; wait about 1:30 for the insanely long intro to yield SOLID GOLD):<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b5t5GukrWOU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b5t5GukrWOU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />True story.Red Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07960150493450452034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327539450434422068.post-33351056647271354922008-09-05T18:45:00.007-06:002008-09-05T19:16:26.262-06:00Live-blogging the evening: Part 3.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivVxVSMbLklhy3G7lt9ANseJ7LGU5zsaZAXZX4hB236aYOorDT2qg05clryA521N8SPc7SLqfNRiAWkTjh4q0BQIMcZ6gWH7X4cVDeL7LyybZwspMfsXVp5KGYVtVFxLLZH_EJkYfqFvs/s1600-h/Inuyasha+coming+back+to+Kagome.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivVxVSMbLklhy3G7lt9ANseJ7LGU5zsaZAXZX4hB236aYOorDT2qg05clryA521N8SPc7SLqfNRiAWkTjh4q0BQIMcZ6gWH7X4cVDeL7LyybZwspMfsXVp5KGYVtVFxLLZH_EJkYfqFvs/s320/Inuyasha+coming+back+to+Kagome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242706638274365250" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >IT'S JUST THAT YOU'D MAKE A BETTER FOOL FOR CHRIST.</span><br /><br />I can't find pictures of Zac Efron in the amazing all-denim outfit he wore to "woo" Gabriella, even though that outfit alone made this movie night worth it. (Also, the vodka helps.)<br /><br />But I found this: <a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1233127/marebear11"><span style="font-style: italic;">High School Musical</span> fan fiction</a>.<br /><br />Three years ago, I lived next door to a woman who wrote fan fiction for a living. She said she was part of a massive <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/InuYasha"><span style="font-style: italic;">InuYasha</span></a> fan-fic site, and people paid her to write things. I couldn't believe it then, and I feel bad about this now, but seriously:<br /><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><u>Story Ideas</u>:</span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">1 <i><u>Click Here:</u>Gabriella Montez is a new student at east high. While she is there, she keeps an online private blog and writes about every new person she meets. What happens when her blog gets leaked to the entire student body and everyon starts to hate her? (troyella)~complete</i></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">2<i> <u>Summer Love</u>: Gabriella Montez's family has a landscaping bussiness. When her family recieves a new client, will Gabriella find love? More importantly, will her brothers allow it?~complete</i></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">3<i> <u>Message Sent:</u>Troy Bolton meets a friend online. Thinking that this person is no more than a penpal, he tells them all of his secrets and thoughts. What happens when this person is closer than he thinks? What will become of the friendship? More importantly, will he ever find out who the person is?~ sequel to Click Here~Complete</i></span></p>That just happened! (PS: Troy's secret thoughts are about boys.) Someone really meant that -- and dozens more stories -- and <span style="font-style: italic;">then</span>, just when I was feeling a little guilty for picking on someone for his or her love of <span style="font-style: italic;">High School Musical</span>... I found this:<br /><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">A LETTER TO YOU FROM SATAN:</span></p>That's right. A LETTER TO YOU FROM SATAN. Exactly what you would expect next to <span style="font-style: italic;">HSM </span>fan fiction. A couple of highlights:<br /><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Thanks to you, I'm really showing Him who's boss in your life with all of the good times we've had.We have been... watching dirty movies, cursing people out, stealing, lying, being hypocritical, overeating, telling dirty jokes, gossiping, being judgmental, back stabbing people, dis-respecting adults, and those in leadership positions. No respect for the Church, bad attitudes.</span></p>Hey! I like all of those things, too! But this is really worth the time for this part, which is now my motto:<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">So go ahead and teach some children how to sin.All you have to do is smoke, get drunk or better yet, give illegal drugs or alcohol to under-aged children. Cheat, gamble, gossip, and live being as selfish as possible. Do all of this in the presence of children and they will do it too. Kids are like that.</span><br /><br /></span>Kids are like that. Got me.<br /><br />And then there's the closing, which is how I now plan on signing every email, personal or professional, from now on:<br /><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Don't get me wrong, I still hate you.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">IT'S JUST THAT YOU'D MAKE A BETTER FOOL FOR CHRIST.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">P.S. If you love me, you won't share this.</span></p>"If you love me, you won't share this." <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkzJ89NkIxs">Satan is the champ</a>.Red Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07960150493450452034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327539450434422068.post-87064270406659319452008-09-05T18:02:00.005-06:002008-09-05T18:19:03.706-06:00Live-blogging the evening: Part 2.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAB7w2E23Y9oYEqqDbM_jhatJy5CHPzhz03fPBjc9K18FRzBBQqd5kwgRwo53Y55ZTGicMi_nUkWXFhLrBLNV8Imo8hyphenhyphengyVxGa-MSMZweIJCZHeLuR2alcJkt6t1V7JG8mvJ9Wj-IS-vY/s1600-h/ashley-tisdale.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAB7w2E23Y9oYEqqDbM_jhatJy5CHPzhz03fPBjc9K18FRzBBQqd5kwgRwo53Y55ZTGicMi_nUkWXFhLrBLNV8Imo8hyphenhyphengyVxGa-MSMZweIJCZHeLuR2alcJkt6t1V7JG8mvJ9Wj-IS-vY/s320/ashley-tisdale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242692787873740658" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh my.</span><br /></span><br />What is the appeal of Ashley Tisdale? Her head is enormous. It's mesmerizing. Also, her voice is completely inside of her nose. She sounds like Keith Sweat, only I don't like her, and I love Keith Sweat.<br /><br />Voila:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MDse8MQ1m1E&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MDse8MQ1m1E&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Keith Sweat is my husband.<br /><br />Also, I have to admit that Troy and Gabriella have the best sight-reading abilities I have ever seen. They are <span style="font-style: italic;">fantastic</span>. And with perfect pitch.<br /><br />Still, I have no trouble <a href="http://etext.virginia.edu/stc/Coleridge/poems/Rime_Ancient_Mariner.html">suspending my disbelief</a> for that kind of thing. Or for the fact that Troy has <span style="font-style: italic;">no</span> other outlet for singing -- no bands, for instance -- other than theater. I can't, however, suspend my disbelief to accept that Zac Efron likes a girl. He doesn't. He likes boys.<br /><br />Look, I know that <a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Is_Zac_Efron_gay">this is old news</a>. But are you going to hate on somebody who discovers The Beatles (or even a band I don't think is horribly over-rated) for not having heard of them before? That's what this is. Zac Efron's attempt to play straight is the acting equivalent of The Beatles. If The Beatles were <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ur8AwQHusZw">this</a>.<br /><br />I'm just kidding. That was the best thing.Red Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07960150493450452034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327539450434422068.post-54399982906528279822008-09-05T17:34:00.005-06:002008-09-05T17:48:50.163-06:00Live-blogging the evening.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguw3yWX1IkxsgEg1wjA6WmSN6biV2IF7Qup4cMWitdoswSr3sBHeY9IZT3Y-EeBhDgwOpRZeaPLs9I8POtiez8ps5GDrh8Dei_Hduj_ZG1QB_Z7Kc5sQmcWoq_ShWpnjBT0J_OU-Qoluk/s1600-h/Zac_Efron_Gay_or_Not2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguw3yWX1IkxsgEg1wjA6WmSN6biV2IF7Qup4cMWitdoswSr3sBHeY9IZT3Y-EeBhDgwOpRZeaPLs9I8POtiez8ps5GDrh8Dei_Hduj_ZG1QB_Z7Kc5sQmcWoq_ShWpnjBT0J_OU-Qoluk/s320/Zac_Efron_Gay_or_Not2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242686900028110674" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">My goodness.</span></span><br /><br />The evening's entertainment:<br /><br />Vodka<br />Godiva chocolate liqueur<br />Bailey's Irish Creme<br />Cosmopolitan mix<br />Mike's Hard Lemonade<br />"Hint of Lime" Tostitos (declicious crack)<br />Hummus<br />Brie and crackers<br />Pizza<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">High School Musical</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">High School Musical 2</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Camp Rock</span><br /><br />HOW CAN YOU KEEP UP WITH THAT.<br /><br />Five minutes into <span style="font-style: italic;">High School Musical</span>, I have two thoughts:<br /><br />1. I can't believe that Cat and I had a date night to watch the premiere for which we cooked a lavish meal and had wine like we were seeing the opera.<br /><br />2. Zac Efron is actually the gayest boy<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">. </span></span>Just watching him is confusing my sexuality, but not in the good way that <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyde_%28singer%29">Hyde</a> does. Seriously, if you Google "Zac Efron," the second most popular search, after "Zac Efron," is "Zac Efron gay." Google proves it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9zo6lGClEpUu5uA0LlgMlQZ10MN1lF6R693gJmR4VTQ2nWfl4yAgGW7GPmZ0giU-lkO-uWz4aqT8LgD6xbbI8VqEekSgHJPkwTVs2y8OnMVbxr4IYwVCTMvGxsZU923VtBGwjLuoApzw/s1600-h/hyde12517iv.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9zo6lGClEpUu5uA0LlgMlQZ10MN1lF6R693gJmR4VTQ2nWfl4yAgGW7GPmZ0giU-lkO-uWz4aqT8LgD6xbbI8VqEekSgHJPkwTVs2y8OnMVbxr4IYwVCTMvGxsZU923VtBGwjLuoApzw/s320/hyde12517iv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242687358334414354" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Hyde is an angel who came down to Earth to sing.</span></span><br /><br />Also, how is this acting? I mean "acting"? So good. Like a clinic in acting.Red Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07960150493450452034noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327539450434422068.post-66915827805445802132008-09-01T15:27:00.004-06:002008-09-01T15:44:03.155-06:00Collecting it all in one place.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP8XTDPNSbGlYR2FLbpMyqECxV-lI22Ms_nrQDI_h6hZ8P3OIn-EhXRi9DXGd0mKcTgtRVtp14kjr4dEMOmj9hP2QnfvXqapOCMBMg9UJASIf-SyDrY7wsYq8KaB75azaM8wcTFRT6u94/s1600-h/miss-wasilla-1984.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP8XTDPNSbGlYR2FLbpMyqECxV-lI22Ms_nrQDI_h6hZ8P3OIn-EhXRi9DXGd0mKcTgtRVtp14kjr4dEMOmj9hP2QnfvXqapOCMBMg9UJASIf-SyDrY7wsYq8KaB75azaM8wcTFRT6u94/s320/miss-wasilla-1984.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241171649267973138" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">You sexy beast, yo</span><span style="font-style: italic;">u</span></span><br /><br />Let's see:<br /><br />Direct connection to corrupt Senator? <a href="http://voices.washingtonpost.com/the-trail/2008/09/01/palin_was_a_director_of_embatt.html">Check.</a><br /><br />Abuse of political power? <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/09/01/palin-trooper-scandal-cou_n_122903.html">Check.</a> And <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/09/01/another-palin-firing-scan_n_122967.html">double-check.</a><br /><br />Failure to get her 17-year-old not to follow the whole <a href="http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2008/9/1/13540/20367">"abstinence only"</a> thing? <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/09/01/palin-my-daughter-is-preg_n_122947.html">Check.</a><br /><br />Decent odds that's just a cover for an even more f-ed up story? <a href="http://www.dailykos.com/story/2008/8/31/145838/319/386/581332">Check.</a><br /><br />Direct connection to insane, secessionist group? <a href="http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2008/9/1/16210/07141/376/582375">Check.</a><br /><br />Insane belief that Creationism belongs in school? <a href="http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2008/9/1/171637/1275/300/582459">Check.</a><br /><br />Evidence of being borderline retarded about American history? <a href="http://dailykos.com/story/2008/8/31/174153/834/246/581480">Check.</a><br /><br />Wowsers, kids. It doesn't even matter who's pregnant with whom. This girl is a complete disaster, and I think this is least someone has ever been vetted for any job in the history of time. I am obsessed.Red Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07960150493450452034noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327539450434422068.post-91705280975725455122008-08-31T20:01:00.005-06:002008-08-31T20:18:40.410-06:00Ha ha ha.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhu3F8DLREOW8dSHZ0t7blldhJ8ulJXPjNlczihgUqyfg-PmC9Ra1Mta4IXzifiqORFV-uY3NOWr9uQK7Q2CmnW9h23Or44h1PFO8je0bxifKLGVc9Nmyjz9q-ocJOGMUTdtUZK0m97K0/s1600-h/capt529a19dfc6774f30811bx4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhu3F8DLREOW8dSHZ0t7blldhJ8ulJXPjNlczihgUqyfg-PmC9Ra1Mta4IXzifiqORFV-uY3NOWr9uQK7Q2CmnW9h23Or44h1PFO8je0bxifKLGVc9Nmyjz9q-ocJOGMUTdtUZK0m97K0/s320/capt529a19dfc6774f30811bx4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240871574841902146" border="0" /></a><br />I have been obsessed with Sarah Palin since she <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/08/29/sarah-palin-former-beauty_n_122400.html">flounced into the limelight</a>, and while I am just <span style="font-style: italic;">praying</span> that <a href="http://www.dailykos.com/story/2008/8/30/121350/137/486/580223">some of the rumors are true</a> (please <a href="http://www.dailykos.com/story/2008/8/31/145838/319/386/581332">let it be true</a>), the <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/08/31/palins-abuse-of-power-wor_n_122783.html">hard realities</a> have been <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/08/31/palin-laughs-as-opponent_n_122776.html">ugly enough</a> to make me happy.<br /><br />Then there's <a href="http://dailykos.com/storyonly/2008/8/31/174153/834/246/581480">this wonderful factoid</a>. Hokey smokes, Palin. That <span style="font-style: italic;">better</span> not be true.<br /><br />This proves my theory that Alaska is full of idiots. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/30_days_of_night">And vampires</a>.<br /><br />Also, America? <a href="http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2008/8/31/214936/995/79/581663">FAIL</a>.Red Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07960150493450452034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327539450434422068.post-54741786841002966762008-08-28T16:19:00.003-06:002008-08-28T16:24:40.293-06:00Excuse ME, Princess.<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xtvb61dNN1M&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xtvb61dNN1M&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Someone made this. A human person made this. And 27,000 people have watched it. Because WHY WOULD YOU NOT.<br /><br />Since I know nobody is going to make it to 2:04, here's your screenshot:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyCZ-zFRUtNkEhC409vmdqXdsV0A-nfUrUDhbkcIOHLacDCaVlq-WR5XQgOk6X9DIxPYSIJzGwpEWD7B0tOvDDb8DARPWXncROUeJHI_HvkKX41pXMLkfuCFazgW5CdLmMqha_h06jSZE/s1600-h/Drew+Barrymore+-+Doppelganger.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyCZ-zFRUtNkEhC409vmdqXdsV0A-nfUrUDhbkcIOHLacDCaVlq-WR5XQgOk6X9DIxPYSIJzGwpEWD7B0tOvDDb8DARPWXncROUeJHI_HvkKX41pXMLkfuCFazgW5CdLmMqha_h06jSZE/s320/Drew+Barrymore+-+Doppelganger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239697859395264194" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You're welcome. Also, 16 people gave this an average of almost five stars. Including me.Red Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07960150493450452034noreply@blogger.com0