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href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-6446487223857351321</id><published>2010-04-04T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T08:57:49.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>http://grotto-lounge.blogspot.com/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://grotto-lounge.blogspot.com/"&gt;move over...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-6446487223857351321?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/6446487223857351321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/6446487223857351321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/04/httpgrotto-loungeblogspotcom.html' title='http://grotto-lounge.blogspot.com/'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-8385456617370610265</id><published>2010-04-03T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T10:00:35.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhonyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sober house'/><title type='text'>our shadows crash in the light; twistin', turnin', we keep burnin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real Housewives of NYC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethenney read something in a paper about being frenemies with Jill. At a meeting about Brooklyn Fashion Week&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt; Bethanney brought it up and Ramona and Alex immediately asked her if she leaked it (too funny). Betheney bitched and bitched and finally Kelly was tired of her bitching about Jill talking shit when Bethaney talks shit all the time too. Kelly tried to call her out. Ramona "pulled a Vicki" and complained about leaving work for women to have a cat fight. Alex reminded them of their purpose for being there (it's not to fight?) and went around the circle to see if everyone was still "in". They looked at some fashions. Alex and Ramona went to try on some clothes and Bethanie and Kelly called yet another truce. Kelly also explained her "up here, down here" from last season--I get it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LuAnn visited Jill. Bethenie called. Jill put her on speakerphone and didn't let her know LuAnn was there. It started out ok and quickly went down hill as two egos collided. Since we all know Betheny just got married and Jill wasn't there (I guess, I didn't look at any articles or pics--people were picking up spyware) I don't think this is a reconciliation arc. At the point this happened, Bethannie should have called Bobby and said the following, "Bobby, I'm so sorry I didn't call sooner--I didn't realize the gravity of your illness. You have always been so kind to me and I am very thankful for that. I hear you have been given the all clear. That makes me so happy for you and your family. Always know you were and are in my thoughts and prayers." BAM. Then Jill is the super bitch. And from what we've seen from Bobby on the show, he would be gracious and thank her and they would be fine. Now, it's probably too late. Oh geez, why do I even care. It's because they are so incredibly obtuse and this is so easily fixable. It's frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stuff happened, but my dog attacked my other dog (probably spurred on by these bitches screaming at one another--I blame you Bravo. You!) so I don't really care what happened to these vapid bitches on this show. I take vapid back, simply because different from the bitches on the others (OC, Atlanta, NJ--maybe not so much NJ) these women value education for their children. It's the only thing that saves them from the cesspool that is the Real Housewives franchise. I bitch, but I love it and will never stop watching. I am a little pissed they brought &lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/gossip/2010/03/26/2010-03-26_white_house_party_crasher_michaele_salahi_cast_on_reality_tv_series_real_housewi.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; couple on DC. I could go all conspiracy theory...it was a message from the NWO (New World Order) overlords to Obama that they can "get to him" right in his own home. I think I will refer to them as the NWO puppets when the series is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sober House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone on TWOP (which gets tiresome too) suggested starting a drinking game. Every time Tom Sizemore leaves or threatens to leave, take a drink. Naked Wasted, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for the incident shown over and over in previews. Tom Sizemore screaming "say dope sick again" at the cringing, "what-the-fuck-is-happening" Mike Starr. It happened at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom gets pissed and leaves because Jen won't give him his phone back (punishment for lateness the night before). Isn't there a house phone? It was stupid. So he swears, threatens to throw shit and leaves. The cameras follow him for a while and he says (paraphrase) when I quit, I quit and I mean it, I quit. And...scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi goes to NV. She looks like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone that's left minus Mike Starr goes to a farmer's market or does laundry (or both?). Why  would they leave Mike Starr alone? Why not leave him a note..."hey Mike, we're down at the farmer's market, have producer B call my phone and you can come join us if you'd like". Instead we watch him wake up alone, leave, and call his sister to go out for "thai food". When she tells him he's toxic (she says she stopped using 3 days ago--she just didn't want to share, I'm sure Mike can blow through a lot of drugs in one sitting--I wouldn't want to share my stash with him either) he calls her a cunt and throws the phone. So, he calls his girlfriend and they go hang out. For some reason, we don't see any of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen plans a movie night--nobody is allowed to go out. In the producer's infinite wisdom, they pick out Tom Sizemore movies. Oh yeah, Tom came back. He laughs with Seth about his fit. Ha Ha you abusive bastard. Then Tom tells Jenny (Penny) and Kendra that Heidi is an evil bitch. And some other stuff. They try, unsuccessfully, to tell Tom that his constant sniping at Heidi is...well, we don't know because he just talks over them. They are women after all. I want to like Tom Sizemore. I really do, but he's bent beyond repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi is back and pops hot. Mike, oddly enough, doesn't pop hot. Which surprises everyone. Heidi is supposed to stay in her room while Dr. Drew comes to take her out to detox (so she can come back, of course). It says a lot, because she didn't have to come back. Good for her. Tom throws yet another fit about Heidi and threatens to leave. He has a good cry on Jen's shoulder and all I kept thinking about was Tom Sizemore's snot on her shirt. He actually looks directly at the camera. And...scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi leaves her room and puts some sushi down in front of Tom and calls him a weirdo. Tom was doing his "I lost everything, which was way more than you ever had anyway" monologue. The sushi thing happened, then Mike Starr was stupid enough to think he was in America and could say something and Tom GOES OFF. Tom doesn't think Mike should still be able to be detoxing (even though the viewers know it is possible, according to Dr. Drew). Mike says something about lactose intolerance. No one tells Tom to settle down. Jenny sits there--she did that in Sex Rehab when someone was fighting. Like a rabbit--if she stays still, no one will see her and hurt her. Heidi is looking down from the balcony--knowing these people are seeing the "real" Tom she knows. Finally, Tom says something like "and...scene; if I were you I'd never let someone talk to me like that." Mike, very confused at this point (does he know Tom's an actor?), says, "ok, we'll go, let's go" (this is all paraphrased--show already deleted). And finally, we see some muscle step in. I wish Dennis Rodman would just pick Tom up in is right hand and Mike in his left and hold them off the ground by the scruff of their necks. Their legs would be moving and they could reach and snarl at one another. Dennis could stand there with his "what am I doing with these crazy white people" look on his face, smoking his cigar. Now THAT would be classic. That's how I imagine it in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a "to be continued". And I don't think Dennis is going to get in between Tom and Mike (they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; crazy white people). And I don't blame him. We did get to see Dr. Drew arriving (how convenient) and walking up the stairs as the cacophony cascades down from the patio. And...scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-8385456617370610265?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/8385456617370610265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/8385456617370610265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-shadows-crash-in-light-twistin.html' title='our shadows crash in the light; twistin&apos;, turnin&apos;, we keep burnin&apos;'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-308733629753735098</id><published>2010-03-29T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:03:56.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhonyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sober house'/><title type='text'>you gotta thrill my soul, alright</title><content type='html'>I'm not feeling the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real Housewives of NYC&lt;/span&gt; right now. I don't know what I want, but the constant fighting is not it. It feels more like Sunday dinner at crazy Aunt Esther's house. And Aunt Esther isn't crazy in the fun way. I don't really like any of them, except Alex and Simon and Simon may be my favorite housewife. Actually, I kind of like Kelly too. I'm tired of Ramona's shit-stirring and her ups and downs. I'm tired of Jill's shit-stirring (and sadly, Jill used to be my favorite). I'm tired of Bethenney (whatever--I'm not checking how to spell her name-I used to check) being so fucking negative all the time. LuAnn has some fun really bad manners moments that are ironic, but she's a shit-stirrer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housewives have gone from must-see right away TV to watch it the next week begrudgingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we started off with LuAnn and her daughter in a car (which I watched Saturday). Bitchin' about Kelly and her pictorial. Or something. Then, Ramona and her daughter are at a fashion show and Kelly is there too. It was actually a nice conversation until Kelly brought up an invite slight and Ramona volleyed back with another invite slight and Kelly invited her to a party after the show. Yeah, Ramona's daughter took a cab home alone. As a daughter that had to share parental attentions with countless other kids and families, I felt for Ramona's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a boring scene with Bethany and Jason the Second. He loves her, blah, blah, blah. At least no one was backstabbing or shit-stirring. I think. I went to get coffee and didn't bother to pause. This may have been before the fashion show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord. Jill and her mother and sister getting their pics taken. Modeling is hard, isn't it Tyra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethanny, Ramona and Kelly at a bar (SkinnyGirl, SkinnyGirl--get some now!). Or somewhere. Betheny and Kelly were civil. Bethanie made some cracks and Kelly didn't get them. That happens to me sometimes. I am in a literal place and others are not. Or I'm being ironic and not understood at all. It makes me like Kelly. She goes from blonde moment to blonde moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill had a fabulous party. Was Bethenie there? I can't remember, but Simon was and he wasn't invited. This went over my head--I have no idea--I guess I was just staring at the television and not paying attention. I read about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex told Jill she didn't like Jill talking shit about her kids. Jill said it was LuAnn. Alex cried.&lt;br /&gt;Ramona told Alex (&amp;amp; Simon) LuAnn didn't want them at her house--in front of LuAnn.&lt;br /&gt;Ramona said Jill was banned from the fabulous store.&lt;br /&gt;Ramona said Kelly's boobs were wonky.&lt;br /&gt;Ramona apologized to LuAnn about going after her on the day LuAnn's divorce was finalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it. I made hot chocolate, but didn't turn the water heater off soon enough so I can't drink it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sober House&lt;/span&gt; was great--not for the addicts. Mostly because Heidi said no way to Kari Ann coming back and Dennis said this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It ain't gonna work Bob. You know what. I dont give a fuck. You know  what though, you &amp;amp; fuckin Dr. Drew are full of fuckin shit. Because  both of you guys are so fuckin much hypocrites than anyone I know.  It's  amazing how you sit there and say 'let's bring you a fucked up bitch  back in here' and say 'cmon guys, let's have a little bit of heart'.  Compassion? How do you think I'm gonna have compassion? How you gonna do  that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really hope we never see Kari Ann demanding juice ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Sizemore ran away and went to his lady's house. It looked like he had some kit on his arm when they first showed him in bed. Then it was gone. They will just say it was sunlight. Oh yes. Sunlight and shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Starr and his corn. Mike Starr and his rage. Mike Starr needs more in-patient treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see Jenny out and about and not drinking. Mike and Dennis too. Yeah, they were late. They also know they won't really get kicked out for being late and not being drunk. Oh yeah. They could physically assault crew, be verbally abusive to everyone, piss positive for methamphetamine, and still not be kicked out. That's why they were laughing. I don't know if this is still part of Dennis' "get out of jail" treatment or if he finds this all amusing (you know, he's above the others). Seth, Heidi and Kendra stayed in. Then Seth and Kendra were punished. That shit works in the Army, I don't know about rehab. If I do what I'm supposed to be doing to help my sobriety, someone else fucks up and I have no control over them, why should I work so hard next weekend? I don't think there are blanket parties in sober house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-308733629753735098?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/308733629753735098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/308733629753735098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-gotta-thrill-my-soul-alright.html' title='you gotta thrill my soul, alright'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-7344058125618377999</id><published>2010-03-19T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:17:56.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sober house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity rehab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little cunt award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RHOC'/><title type='text'>sometimes i think it's a sin when i feel like i'm winnin' when i'm losin' again</title><content type='html'>(Heralding trumpets) Kari Ann is gone-Kari Ann is gone. I think we all learned a valuable lesson--password protect your trick videos and porno shots. Put a lock on your office if you have relative strangers living in your home.  Kari Ann went out in cunty Kari Ann style. Some day, she will wake up old with no one will get her juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obvious winner in this episode is the infamous "talent" manager David Weintraub. As Kari Ann leaves stage left, we get a call from Seth "Shitty" Binzer (I know it's Shifty--he's Shitty to me) that he really wants to get clean blah blah blah. Dr. Drew lets him in the house after a heart-to-heart at a table. Did Tom Sizemore give Shitty a picture of his son, high altitude low opening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like the guys that went to the farm were the only ones that actually put in some work. I liked watching Dennis Rodman throw hay and hear how he used to do it when he was younger. He also called the rancher a "real man"--they should have taken them all to the farm. There were other chores the less strong could have done. Cleaned stalls or coops or walked around pens with  a wheelbarrow and shovel and picked up shit. If you aren't extremely familiar with animals, you can't throw fits like the one Mike threw (it shouldn't be done anyway). You have to be aware of teeth and hooves and your relationship to them. I think Heidi would have liked being around animals. Maybe that's what these addicts need. They need a place where they HAVE to work. They can go get high, but they will be dragged out into the hot sun to work. If they are out of it and get kicked in the head, well, they get kicked in the head--next. Work hard. Play hard. It's how I did the 90's and I never missed a minute of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting to read on David Weintraub's myspace--defending himself against the "producers of this poorly run, exploitive show, JOHN IRWIN (EP) and DAMIAN SULLIVAN (EP)" and the sycophantic replies weeping "thank you for the truth, rockstar". Oh please. If people aren't fucking smart enough to know this "reality" shit isn't real. Yeah, there are addicts. Yeah, they are on TV. Yeah, some people make breakthroughs. Anyway--so he rips the producers apart--they lie, they exploit, they are low life pieces of shit, et cetera. But he's back, isn't he. He trotted Kari Ann out on Sex Rehab, Celeb Rehab and Sober House. When Kari Ann's mental illness (and if she's not mentally ill, she needs shock therapy for being such an entitled little bitch) obviously wouldn't let her continue (or someone was going to mysteriously throw her out a fucking window), Wein(er)traub trots out another addict from his stable. Oh well, a man's gotta eat. He should just take down that myspace shit because it makes him look stupid. Well, not stupid, like a whiny little bitch. Oh, since we don't have Simon whining about how Tamra's changed, we can give the Thursday night little cunt award to David Weintraub. Even though he didn't appear on the show being a whiny little cunt, his paws were all over this episode. At least he's getting these useless addicts work. I'm a bitch. I'm going to Afghanistan. Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like the show. I just wish the producers would show us these people getting better (the ones that are getting better). At least they didn't stretch KA's involvement like they did in Sex Rehab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-7344058125618377999?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/7344058125618377999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/7344058125618377999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/03/sometimes-i-think-its-sin-when-i-feel.html' title='sometimes i think it&apos;s a sin when i feel like i&apos;m winnin&apos; when i&apos;m losin&apos; again'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-5966092102923542220</id><published>2010-03-13T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T12:38:43.339-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhonyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sober house'/><title type='text'>she kinda looks like tempest storm and she can dance like little egypt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Real Housewives of NYC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethenny and Ramona meet (hauling their men along). Bethenney bitches because Ramona is late, she's in from Tuscon(?) and Ramona lives across the street. Someone better get Jason the 2nd some earplugs or he's gonna take a frying pan to that bitch's head. He's so laid back and she never shuts the fuck up. I wonder about people that have a need to fill every moment with inane chatter. Delia instead of Delilah. Ramona-ism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramona talks shit about Bethenny talking fast right in front of her? Bethenny didn't even notice. I have decided to love Ramona. Ramona dancing--was she on a table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosie was freed-those poor kids. Countess LuAnn knew Rosie is a fan favorite. What an awkward scene. I think LuAnn wanted to show how gracious she is by inviting the former servant out for tea. She really just wanted the snapper recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and Simon meet Ramona and Mario. Mario and Simon were dressed alike (favorite moment of the episode). Peach/Salmon colored shirt with a white jacket. Ramona brought Alex a wrap--she may be a little crazy, but she has a good heart. I look at her child, she is sweet. Countless-gate; hey Mario, why discuss it. Say "I'm sorry I hurt your feelings, I was wrong and not thinking about how my words would make you feel if you overheard me." Then she looks like a cunt when she keeps going on and on about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill and LuAnn. They talk about going to Ramona's lunch. They start shit. He called her "countless"--I'm sure her "friends" have called her "cuntess" behind her back. I agree Mario should just apologize, but these bitches are how old? People never really leave their tweens. Then LuAnn bitches about Bethenny and their lunch and how Bethenny talks shit behind everyone's back (which she does--which they're doing). Jill loves dogs, which gives her a +5, but she's a back-biter this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of bored with Bethenny's storyline--it seems a little contrived. I hope she leaves her nose alone from here on out--it's so tiny on her face. She looks like Michael Jackson. It's nice Jason the 2nd wants to move in. She's crying and I don't think she's a good enough actor to do that. Why does she keep correcting him. He seems nice. I hope they were re-creating that scene. Awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery looks like Brianna's little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Kelly. I've decided to embrace Kelly. I think she has a streak of rage. I think she forgot her pants. Why is her skin so blotchy. I think it's great she's doing Playboy. She's a model--she's 41, good for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby giving Ali a driving lesson. Oh, it reminds me of summertime in CT. Oh, I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby is funny. He seems like a sweet guy. Bobby has a stash of Playboys in his mom's basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramona's house is very nice. Bethenny--why wouldn't she have addressed her logo and her non-use of Alex's design before. Alex is a professional-she knows some people like her work, some people don't or it's not what they wanted. Alex's make-up in confessionals is not good. Too orange. It's like they used Bethenny's make-up on Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethenny does talk so fast. Fuck you Bethenny--that lady is one of Jill's friends. I guess Queen Bethenny doesn't speak to people outside the show. "Who are you, the caterer?" That's fucking telling--you don't talk to the help? What a fucking uppity bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good for Alex for telling Ramona they were heading over to LuAnn's--why are you making Alex feel uncomfortable? I think it's funny that Alex and Simon are the couple Ramona and Mario are fighting for. Now THAT is irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Alex called Jill and LuAnn, I thought she explained herself well. She said they couldn't leave with "grace" which is something the countess SHOULD understand, but she's no countess, she's just a regular gal from CT (and not Fairfield County).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the whiny back-biting. Luckily, there is enough other stuff offered by these ladies to keep it from becoming the mess the OC was this past season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sober House 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kari Ann threatens my sobriety.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-5966092102923542220?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/5966092102923542220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/5966092102923542220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/03/she-kinda-looks-like-tempest-storm-and.html' title='she kinda looks like tempest storm and she can dance like little egypt'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-1991470156472781146</id><published>2010-03-12T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:18:56.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little cunt award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andy cohen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RHOC'/><title type='text'>but all in vain, because, you see, the tiger came and said: "who me?!</title><content type='html'>OC reunion-deuce.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see Jeana. She thinks Simon is a great guy. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;More fighting, blech.&lt;br /&gt;I really dislike Slade, but his hair looked better. He's one of those people that argue by saying the same thing over and over. WHY WAS HE IN THE FIRST CHAIR? Did he suck Andy Cohen's cock or maybe let Andy fuck him? Does he have pictures of something? If he was so opposed to being on the show, why was he at the reunion. He could have told his "partner" that he would wait off-camera for her. Obviously, no one is allowed to ask about child support or brain tumors. Gretchen is very ugly to me now. That says a lot. She was more popular when she was with a wealthy older man with terminal cancer. Even with the rumors she was seeing Jay Photoglou (is this really his name...is it pronounced foe-tawg-lou? or foe-toe-glue? I always wonder, but not really hard, because it's all a bunch of bullshit), she still had a following of people that liked flawed fun Gretchen. Now she's this mean little bitch and Slade is the relevant factor. Since we didn't see Simon, Slade gets the little cunt award for this episode. You are a little fucking stinky cunt Slade. They deserve one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicki runs away when confronted; dish it but can't take it; workaholic. I hope she returns. I'd like to see some older ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynne. Was she there? They were frank with Frank--why couldn't you ask questions like that to Slade, Andy? You know what though--I don't blame him 100%. You know when something isn't right in your household with the finances. You run down what's going on or you ignore it. Lynne chose to ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Jim and that Titted Thing he calls his wife can just go pray about wine, botox and fake tits. I hope they decide not to return. For Jesus or whatever reason, EXCEPT I love when Bravo's cameramen (who obviously read snarky recaps) focus so intently on her weird horizontally drooped profile. The Titted Thing thinks she is better than everyone else. She really does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamra needs a makeover. She is pretty, but harsh and it's her hair and makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I squealed like a little girl when I saw this season was starting. It wasn't a very good season. My favorite part was the tour in Florida--the ladies, minus the Titted Thing, laughing and having a good time. Maybe they all need to always be on an airboat surrounded by gators.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-1991470156472781146?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/1991470156472781146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/1991470156472781146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/03/but-all-in-vain-because-you-see-tiger.html' title='but all in vain, because, you see, the tiger came and said: &quot;who me?!'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-3944513846612943198</id><published>2010-03-11T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:59:33.714-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andy cohen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RHOC'/><title type='text'>and all the jungle took fright and ran around all the day and the night</title><content type='html'>Reunion show part 1 of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Real Housewives of Orange County&lt;/span&gt; was ok. I wonder why these women can't just apologize to one another. Not really, I don't wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamra seems happier and looking back at Simon's prickiness all cut together like that was pretty interesting. I realized (I have blond moments) the "ladies" had not seen the limo ride to the finale at the time they taped the reunion. They seemed pretty shocked. Oh, and fuck Alexis--Jim talks down to her all the time, that's why people say shit. He's been tapping away at her and she doesn't even realize it or doesn't care. The only time I agreed with the way he treated her was when she was accusing that chick of hitting on him. The only gripe I have is he should have stepped in much sooner. To each their own, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope part 2 isn't Gretchen and Vicki going back and forth about fucking Slade. Jesus christ, I don't think anyone cares. I don't think it's because Vicki loves and respects Gretchen and wants the best for her. She doesn't like Slade--he puts a grime on the show that can't be removed; not with botox, fake tits or face lifts. It was interesting hearing Lynne put together so many words to say she thought Slade was controlling Gretchen and didn't like how it affected their (Gretchen and Lynne) relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicki should not have said she didn't call Jim a smelly dork. Own it. If you feel bad in retrospect, apologize to Alexis and apologize to Jim later in person. Is that really so fucking hard? If you didn't say it about Jim, still apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people are tired of the fighting. I am. I think Gretchen explained herself to Lynne and was honest and expressed how she feels hurt. She showed her ass about Tamra. Fuck it, be the bigger person. A lot of people were speculating the divorce was a stunt--I was hoping it was NOT a stunt and it doesn't appear to be--we hadn't witnessed how cunty Simon was later in the season. When Andy asked Gretchen if she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; thought it was a stunt and she kind of shrugged--she lost a lot of points with me. Be the better person--Gretchen obviously had some shady shit going down last year (this year?) and Tamra knew some of the stuff. Tamra had some shit going down and should have been paying attention to her own issues. I'm off track--Gretchen should have just been the better person. I think Tamra actually produced tears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynne thinks she's a good parent and doing the best possible job. There is no help for this woman. I loved the silence in the studio when Gretchen pointed out the fact the "youthologist" didn't have kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I watched the episode with tons of distractions. Friends, children, relatives, dogs all making noise and running around and interrupting. I'm an addict with these shows--I like to enjoy them alone, savoring them with fellow addicts. I'm not a "social drinker" with these shows. I don't like to hear someone recap it for me or ask questions or comment on how they look, etc. I text my BFF for that and read TWOP. Sometimes TWOP is too much. My BFF texted the "oc reunion was uneventful"--I agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-3944513846612943198?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/3944513846612943198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/3944513846612943198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-all-jungle-took-fright-and-ran.html' title='and all the jungle took fright and ran around all the day and the night'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-3571090283618372329</id><published>2010-03-05T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:19:33.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhonyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity rehab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little cunt award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RHOC'/><title type='text'>one world is enough for all of us</title><content type='html'>Some notes from my favorite shows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celebrity Rehab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate VH1 editors. If Kari Ann has improved so much, why haven't they shown it. Personally, I don't need a "villian" on this reality show. Good show. Some surprising (well, Dennis) people going to Sober House. Kari Ann sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf Wiedersehen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real Housewives of Orange County&lt;/span&gt; (until parts 1 &amp;amp; 2 of the reunion show and probably some "lost" footage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon sucks sucks sucks. If I was Tamra when he was criticizing every clothing choice, I would have found some pants, a top that completely covered me, put my hair in a ponytail and threw on some sneakers. Jeans, hoodie and some Converse. Fuck you asshole. He SHOULD have told her not to wear so much goddamn jewelry. What was she thinking. What is wrong with being a strong independent woman, Simon? Simon is a little cunt. A little middle school girl who wears big boy pants. I can't wait to read TWOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did George's daughter dye her hair. That is so sad. Why become a cookie cutter bleach blond? Her hair looked like shit. Roots much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamra and Simon both stir shit. People can be cordial and nice to one another without liking or even enjoying another person's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was uncomfortable watching Lynne's brats--their woo-hooing was so disingenuous. Yeah, they were lit, but not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; lit. I'm talking about them coming out of the limo. Grandma should have snatched them up and taken them back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gretchen. Slade is NOT a catch. Listen to what the ENTIRE world is telling you (outside the anus licking sycophants on the bravo boards--that stuff is monitored sweetie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynne and Frank are idiots. Raquel is actually making sense? Hey Satan, I've knitted you a sweater. Alexa was slurring like her momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slade is right telling Frank about his idiot drunk progeny, but he needs to take care of his own shit before he can pass any judgment on anyone's parenting. Asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike Alexis. But I do like that she approached Brianna to express her happiness about her lack of cancer. She was tactful about her relationship with Vicki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauri--"It looks like he eats housewives for a living." Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamra. I have had friends like you. You bitch and bitch about your man. Then, when he's around it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynne's cuffs are keeping her family afloat. Yeah, right. I think I'll start a jewelry making business. I'm going to go to a really cool craft store later today and get the tools. Seriously. I'm going to support my family with my jewelry. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon storms off from the party. Like the little bitch he is--I'm so glad Tamra let him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis. Working for her plastic surgeon. Jim is "letting" her.&lt;br /&gt;Gretchen. Who cares, she's still with the loser.&lt;br /&gt;Vicki. Good deal. Date nights.&lt;br /&gt;Brianna. Her own place.&lt;br /&gt;Michael. Still lives at home.&lt;br /&gt;Lynne. Affordable condo. Frank works for Lynne (maybe J will help with my jewelry when he comes home)&lt;br /&gt;Alexa. Got her license. Other driver's beware. This girl is probably drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Raquel. Still unemployed and working on her art.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan. "laid off"&lt;br /&gt;Tamra. blah blah blah. we all know already. Simon is divorcing her. Now she can wear whatever she wants to wear and not listen to her little bitch husband whine about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Back NY bitches!&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how many fights there were last season on RHoNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramona was hyper. She was also wrong about the Mario situation. LuAnn was right. Ramona should have said she would talk to Mario. Then Mario should apologize. LuAnn was wrong to bring it up during a nice party. Ramona was right about that, but she could have nipped it in the bud. Jill should have stayed out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Ramona's hair. Alex's hair looks better than it did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired of the fighting already. Ramona is NY Vicki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say this--it's nice not to see a bunch a HUGE fake tits. And the fake tits we do see are well-done and size appropriate. I wasn't paying attention to Bethenny, but hers are pretty big? But they aren't like the OC boobs. The OC boobs make the ladies look larger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Bethenny, but her nose looks bad on her face. I hope I continue to like Bethenny. Her boyfriend--she must like the name Jason, makes it easy--he seems ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they are setting Jill up to be disliked this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LuAnn is an ass. The whole invite/who pays/"my world" shit is old. Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. Another "music" career for a housewife--why countess, why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the whole season isn't fighting. I was glad when the episode was over. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-3571090283618372329?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/3571090283618372329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/3571090283618372329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-world-is-enough-for-all-of-us.html' title='one world is enough for all of us'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-420576227686258541</id><published>2010-03-01T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:08:45.168-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TWOP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunken highway theory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RHOC'/><title type='text'>the neon signs are callin my name</title><content type='html'>I was reading TWOP and thinking about Tamra's "Day Drunk" party with her friends. I wonder how she classifies her other drinking activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naked Wasted: really drunk, black-out conditions, creepy son of hostess makes his move. This is the next last exit on the drunken highway.&lt;br /&gt;Day Drunk: drunk during the day with an "excuse"; someone's birthday, promotion, firing, divorce. This can be the perfectly buzzed exit. Depends if people have to go back to work and leave.&lt;br /&gt;Rainy day Drunk: what else is there to do when it's raining; blinds closed, watch TV marathons; usually ends up with drinker passed out on couch to wake up around dinner-time already hungover or ready to drink more; purchase a bunch of songs for iPod. This is about two exits passed perfectly buzzed.&lt;br /&gt;Snow day Drunk: oh, the best! Wake-up with snow on the ground and it's still snowing; friends with 4WD or AWD come over to party; put beer in snow outside; grill some meat. This is the on the "party all night" commuter lane. Usually ends on the last exit, but it's great. (I know Tamra wouldn't have the snow day drunk--just reminiscing the good old days)&lt;br /&gt;Just cuz Drunk: nothing to do, nowhere to go. Usually ends like the Rainy day Drunk--lots of songs on iPod (sometimes doubles-crap!). This can be any exit passed the perfectly buzzed exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we have the Drunken Highway. (NO ONE SHOULD &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACTUALLY&lt;/span&gt; DRIVE, DUH)&lt;br /&gt;Exits 1 &amp;amp; 2: social drinks. No real change in feeling; glass of wine complements dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Exits 3-5: the golden ring of drinking--perfectly buzzed. Ranging from tingly feelings and smiles (exit 3) to a wee-bit loopy with a side of lessened inhibition, but still in control (exit 5).&lt;br /&gt;Exit 6: a little bit of stumble and slur; concentration needed to make way to bathroom&lt;br /&gt;Exit 7: "let's do shots!"&lt;br /&gt;Exit 8: exit forks here; obnoxious to the right, quiet and possibly ready to puke on the left.&lt;br /&gt;Exit 9: black out and/or sloppy; anything can happen&lt;br /&gt;Exit 10: pass out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I used to discuss the Highway a lot. Mostly because we were always missing our exit and ending up at exit 9. It needs some refinement. I know there are some people we used to party with and we'd wish they would hurry up and go to exit 10 because they were scary drunk. Unpredictable and mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-420576227686258541?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/420576227686258541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/420576227686258541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/03/neon-signs-are-callin-my-name.html' title='the neon signs are callin my name'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-6560098262464847712</id><published>2010-02-27T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T09:33:11.325-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RHOC'/><title type='text'>i'll be stretching my mouth to let those big words come right out</title><content type='html'>Jeana--I missed her. Too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynne--"He's germaphobic, he would never cheat on me." She slurred her way through the rest of the visit. Tamra tries to squeeze out some tears for Lynne. Maybe Tamra should bring boxed wine to go with the box of protein bars. I know when I enjoy fermented grape beverage, I always want protein bars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is up with the commercial for sugardaddie.com.  I checked it out. Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy Knickerbocker is at Tamra's birthday. Day drunk. I love how they edited it to look like Lynne was looking for Vicki. What the hell is going on-I guess they needed filler. Yes, Vicki's working--big surprise. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Alexis' mom would not have a brow lift. "All women need to have a certain level of maintenance, a certain level of preserving their beauty." Breasts, veneers, botox and restalyne. I guess this is the vapid bitch plastic checklist. Alexis' mom looked like her older sister that hasn't had any work done. (Reminiscing about Lauri Waring-Peterson's sister on the fairy-tale wedding episode). Alexis is clearly jealous of her mom's preservation. I liked seeing her pre-injections. She looked SO much better. Now, she looks like something one would see in a mortuary. Seriously. She looks awful. Puffy, inflated or something. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis and I have something in common. I love San Pellegrino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong with plain, Alexis. Too bad she didn't just take her mom for a makeover. Maybe a teeny bit of injection in her lips and some new teeth. If she wants to do something. She's going to run errands while her mom's under? "My mom is, very plain. She's kind of washed out, she doesn't like to take the time, to do her hair and make-up. Which, she doesn't work, so I don't really know what else she's doing, but, ha ha ha, she should do her hair and make-up." (the commas are correct. When Alexis speaks, she puts in these awkward pauses--it's, weird).&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to enhance your looks or you feel a little down about something and you get that one little touch or that one tweak, and it's gonna make you feel better about yourself, why not. I mean beauty is the eye of the beholder and i think it's more internal than external anyways." Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, dumb and dumber are like, featured like, next.&lt;br /&gt;"This whole like thing like could have been  avoided you know."&lt;br /&gt;"I mean like for it to  happen like that how it did happen like."&lt;br /&gt;"It was the most unexpected thing that like has ever happened."&lt;br /&gt;Then they talk about being served.&lt;br /&gt;"Like, really?"&lt;br /&gt;Then, they talk about their parents getting divorced. It hurt to watch them try to think.&lt;br /&gt;They are moving to LA--did you hear that Bravo. Two sisters, like, move to LA from Orange County--hi-jinks ensue. This must be their angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of Lynne and Frank and their problems. It's not as bad as Krazy Kari Ann on Celeb Rehab, but I'd rather watch Alexis say more shit to piss off women that have a brain and think for themselves; Jeana and Vicki having drinks; Tamra's birthday party; Lynne's spawn sitting somewhere planning for their spin-off (like); Gretchen without creepy dirty Slade. Why is Lynne so shiny at dinner. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the Expo we've heard so much about. There was the scene when Gretchen's "partner" was doing her make-up and she (the partner) mispoke and said something about "my" dream. Can't Gretchen do her own make-up? You think she'd pick up some tricks in 7 years to do it herself. Maybe she uses her for special events? She's been working SO hard, though, probably too tired to slather on all that product she wears. Ugh, Creepy dirty Slade is at the Expo. She should have given him $20 to get a haircut. He looks like absolute shit. I liked Gretchen's dress, she can look so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon sucks and is worried about Tamra's mouth. I doubt she suddenly acquired the mouth. People don't change. No yacht, no Rolex, no diamond bracelet for this birthday.  Tired of this shit too. "Shot of happiness" whatever. Stop talking about Vicki. Tamra is a shit-stirrer. I wish they hadn't wasted so much time on these two either. If Simon didn't control her, imagine what Tamra would be like. "You never tongue me anymore." I felt bad for the gondola guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time: Final Party! Dumb and Dumber are drunk. Lauri tells Gretchen she dated Slade. Simon and Tamra fight, make up--whatever, you can take the stripper off the pole, but you can't make her into a lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to read TWOP. Funniest (to me) snark (so far) (psst...I love parenthesis) "Raquel looks like she's storing nuts in her cheeks in preparation for winter." by &lt;span class="normalname"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="normalname"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://forums.televisionwithoutpity.com/index.php?showuser=310731"&gt;nikimonikado&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-6560098262464847712?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/6560098262464847712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/6560098262464847712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-be-stretching-my-mouth-to-let-those.html' title='i&apos;ll be stretching my mouth to let those big words come right out'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-7987417155779048105</id><published>2010-02-26T11:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:53:51.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm about to lose my worried mind</title><content type='html'>I have a yearning deep in my soul to take a road trip &amp; listen to Zeppelin on the highway. I have always preferred the journey &amp; I've been in one place too long. I know what is up-we had a big snowstorm so I am, for all intents &amp; purposes, trapped. Yeah, I can go to the store or hospital if needed, but take an unneccesary trip-no way. That would be silly. &lt;br /&gt;My computer just did this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/107055918941599537933/NoteToSelf?authkey=Gv1sRgCO3QhfL0npCUcw#5442642814824889666'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Um54C4wx18A/S4gmzcD4PUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/l4ScR6q96KQ/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. I don't want to have to get a new computer. I wouldn't mind getting a smaller, more powerful (more memory) computer, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's working. I have a lot of trashy reality to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-7987417155779048105?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/7987417155779048105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/7987417155779048105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-about-to-lose-my-worried-mind.html' title='i&amp;#39;m about to lose my worried mind'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Um54C4wx18A/S4gmzcD4PUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/l4ScR6q96KQ/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-6713291356509205833</id><published>2010-02-26T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:52:23.824-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sober house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity rehab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VH1'/><title type='text'>strolling slowly towards the sun</title><content type='html'>I watched Celebrity Rehab this morning. I'm glad Heidi came back and I'm glad she tested clean. Then it was all about Kari Ann. I was already in a pissy mood this morning and then this little bitch is all over the TV acting out. She's fucking delusional. She makes no sense. The prior two episodes were so good. So good. They saved this for the end? Do the VH1 producers really think we enjoy watching this little cunt? No. I don't pay attention when she's on screen. I read email or fugly or TWOP. I had a visitor during her tantrum (I think where she left) and they said, "Oh, trashy reality." I tried to defend the show, telling them how it's usually pretty compelling with a dash of famewhore, but they just kept showing Kari Ann. Just think if he walked in during a group session, where people were making a breakthrough. All your reality shows don't have to be trash, VH1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey VH1--NO MORE KARI ANN. Stop getting her for these shows. You had a pretty compelling season (minus the "chasing sizemore" crap), EXCEPT for the parts with Kari Ann. She is not beneficial OR entertaining for viewers to watch. She is a fucking crazy person. She calls her shitbag manager and he wants her to stay. Of course he wants her to stay. She doesn't think this thing cares about her, does she--he wants to get paid. He wants all the money for the full stay. He's a producer of this shit? I really, really, really hope she is acting--if not, she needs to be in a lock down mental facility for an extended period. Bitch is majorly mis-wired. Poor thing. I don't want to watch it though. I want to watch addicts working and trying to recover. Having Dennis Rodman on was bad enough. At least he was honest, attended (through threat of jail) meetings and possibly some helpful shit sunk into his damaged brain. Kari Ann is a fucking spoiled little cunt that is fucking crazy. NO MORE KARI ANN. I know she's in Sober House 2, but please VH1, no more. And if you do, because obviously, David Weintraub has naked pictures of Dr. Drew or some big wigs at VH1, DON'T show her shit. Do people even care what this crazy bitch does? Did she call Weintraub "babe" when she called him. God, whatever, man. That guy will stick his dick into anything warm. Microwave some vaseline, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back and forth with Kari Ann. I despise her and would delight in her demise-seriously. Like old Roman shit--I'd watch her torn apart by alligators or something and point and laugh. I hate her. Then, I know (IF she is telling the truth and not acting) she is a seriously damaged human being and needs some serious help and I feel serious deep empathy for her. My heart breaks for her and I feel bad about fantasizing about knocking her teeth down her throat. She doesn't need these Dr. Drew shows. They are rewarding bad behavior. No more. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-6713291356509205833?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/6713291356509205833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/6713291356509205833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/02/strolling-slowly-towards-sun.html' title='strolling slowly towards the sun'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-8894817837153107285</id><published>2010-02-22T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:51:29.990-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>start to dream of somewhere to relax their restless flight</title><content type='html'>I recently quit my job; packed up black dog, yellow dog, and old yellow dog; grabbed a couple tubs of stuff and went to my hometown. I missed the mountains, being close to family, seeing old friends. I was done with my job. I needed a break and I wasn't going to get one working for that boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I'm starting to miss suburbia. Four-lane divided highways everywhere; well-lit; stores open later than 10pm; a choice of stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss the botoxed/fake-titted/xanaxed super-mom's in their luxury SUVs and crossovers (that commercial was right--those fucking Lexus crossovers were ubiquitous). I don't miss the creepy creeps in BMWs. I do miss seeing Maseratis and the occasional supercar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having my own full bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss the heat. Winter in the south is a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grocery store here doesn't have some of the food I really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other things. I do miss being alone. I miss not having the telephone ring. Does that make sense? I only had a landline for the alarm system. Oh--I miss my shotgun and the alarm system. I forgot my shotgun. We left so early, almost like we were escaping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-8894817837153107285?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/8894817837153107285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/8894817837153107285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/02/start-to-dream-of-somewhere-to-relax.html' title='start to dream of somewhere to relax their restless flight'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-4058766782852616758</id><published>2010-02-20T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:27:34.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WWHM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PLFM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyperbole and a half'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty on the outside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mudflap bubbas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake wrecks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the soup'/><title type='text'>come on let us give your mind a ride</title><content type='html'>Boston is the best winter storm driving music ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched all my DVR'd shows (except &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Soup&lt;/span&gt;) and I'm having a comedy movie marathon. I was reading past posts and can't believe I didn't mention &lt;a href="http://prettyontheoutside.typepad.com/gilmore/"&gt;Pretty On the Outside&lt;/a&gt; in my "favorite" blogs. I just type "gilmore" in my web browser and it comes up. This guy, David Gilmore, has talent. And he's funny. I recently purchased two more pieces from his Real Housewives collection. See his shop on Etsy. &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/Davidgilmore"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop/Davidgilmore&lt;/a&gt; He's good and the stuff is quality. I'm in "heart" with DG's nephew and his mannequin Martinique. The kid has mad talent and brava to his mother for letting him be himself. Anyway, DG drinks wine, watches Real Housewives, pauses and draws them at their best. Then, he posts a recap with pics. It's absolute gold. I'm not sure if he was the first, but this is where I first read "Jesus Barbie" for Alexis. I've read other recaps. His recap makes me laugh the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, PLFM has said &lt;a href="http://psychoticlettersfrommen.blogspot.com/2010/02/plfm-says-goodbye.html"&gt;goodbye&lt;/a&gt;. It's too bad, I think it was the better of the Weasel's blogs. AND it was the one most recently updated. WWHM hasn't been updated since his "comeback" on Dec 11, 2009. That sucks, man. At least he posted that it is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good place to visit if you're kind of a hermit, you're taping the ANTM marathon to watch tomorrow and all the blogs you usually read are all read is the Blogger's Choice Awards... http://bloggerschoiceawards.com/  (for some reason, this will not hyperlink) I'm not particularly hip--I pretty much use &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Soup&lt;/span&gt; to keep current on pop culture. I prefer the familiar-for example, I'm watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Birdcage&lt;/span&gt; now. I have watched it countless times. It makes me laugh. "I made you short?" I still get mad at Val for hurting Albert--who loves him so much, loves him as his son. Albert acted as his mother when his birth mother wanted nothing to do with him and all Val can do is roll is eyes when Albert is trying to take care of him. ANYway, I have know idea what is popular in the blog world. I like going to the awards page to find funny things to read. Nothing has really stuck like fugly horse, POTO, WWHM and (formerly) PLFM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like &lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cake Wrecks&lt;/a&gt;. I find myself laughing like Beavis, then Butthead while I read the cakes and the snark. It builds until I realize I haven't breathed. I wanted to pass on the laughs, but did it at an inappropriate time--right after my SIL made her own cake wreck (not her fault--the "gigantic muffin" cake stuck to the pan). Then they had two children pick and mix the colors, add m&amp;amp;m's. It was some deranged Willy Wonka on acid creation. I suppressed how I feel about children touching my food (just throw it out) and had a piece--it tasted great, and in the end, that's all that matters. Cake Wrecks is about "professional" cake decorators and the cakes they decorate. There is some weird shit out there. Some of it is plain bad. Don't offer to write stuff on cakes if you can't spell and you don't have any experience (it's actually kind of hard at first). At least don't make people pay for it. Practice lettering on paper plates. Plan ahead--if you are writing "Congratulations! Steve &amp;amp; Joan", make sure you count letters, plan, don't write too big to begin with, have the right tools. I actually just got really distracted by the blog. It's so funny. They show some really beautiful, classy cakes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always check out the "&lt;a href="http://bloggerschoiceawards.com/categories/28"&gt;Best Humor Blog&lt;/a&gt;"--I like to laugh. I found a good one &lt;a href="http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hyperbole and a Half&lt;/a&gt;. It took a few posts to warm up (I started with some spaghetti with a speech impediment). The &lt;a href="http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/02/boyfriend-doesnt-have-ebola-probably.html"&gt;pain chart&lt;/a&gt; is hilarious, laugh out loud. I used to hate when they would ask that at sick hall. I used to make powerpoint art at work. I had landscapes with bombs and camels and animation. I miss having a job where I could piss away hours with powerpoint cartoons (your tax dollars at work). Oh dear god, I don't think I have powerpoint anymore. Oh no, balls! I don't. How will I mess with pictures? I'm too fucking cheap and really don't need something like photoshop. I had some crappy freeware. I went down the rabbit hole a little. Not in a bad way--there have been times I've been lost, gone mad, come back and made a peanut butter sandwich. What the hell happened. This wasn't bad, but I wasn't sure if it was for me. Sometimes people are too hip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's look at another prospect (I'm so fucking picky and narrow-minded). &lt;a href="http://mudflapbubbas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mudflap Bubbas&lt;/a&gt;--a fish out of water story. I'm intrigued. Seemed she had so much anxiety moving from the big city to bum-fuck Kansas, she started hyperventilating. Then the optometrist was drunk. I'm excited to read her blog. I wish blogger had a feature to read oldest to newest at the push of a button. City Girl has a good voice so far (I only read a little) and I get the "fish out of water" feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try out an app on my phone to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-4058766782852616758?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/4058766782852616758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/4058766782852616758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/02/come-on-let-us-give-your-mind-ride.html' title='come on let us give your mind a ride'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-7236782132776237494</id><published>2010-02-19T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T09:15:01.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project runway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity rehab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RHOC'/><title type='text'>ha ha charade you are</title><content type='html'>Oh, happy Thursday reality TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celebrity Rehab&lt;/span&gt; at 10pm. That was a powerful episode. That is what I want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celebrity Rehab&lt;/span&gt; to be--sad, painful, happy, enlightening. Except for Heidi leaving and Kari Ann pulling a Veruca Salt in the store. I hate watching people sing--I can't stomach American Idol, but Mindy's song was beautiful, powerful and her voice was lovely. I almost skipped it, glad I didn't and warned my friend NOT to skip it. Nancy, Layne Staley's mom was so powerful, so honest. According to Dr. Drew, Mike Starr is doing good. I would have lost that bet. I hope he continues in his recovery. I hope he continues to get the support he needs. I hope he continues to battle his demons. He was so far gone, I thought he was too far gone. I read his former band mates have spoken out against &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celebrity Rehab&lt;/span&gt;, but have supported Mike in his efforts. The thing of it is, yes, this is exploitative television; yes, some people watch to see people fall and fall hard; but I think most people watch to see stories like Mike's. Holy shit, here was this guy that was so far into his addiction--personally, I thought he had severe, irreparable brain damage (I'm sure he does have some brain damage as well as damage to his entire system); and he's recovering. I'm sure he'll have set-backs, but he knows he can do it. God, I'm rooting for him. If anything, it shows people--people who may be battling an addiction, people that have family members that have addiction--one can recover. Like Nancy said, there is always hope. The hope only goes away when the addict dies. Unfortunately, the editors at VH1 have reduced a show that can be compelling/heartbreaking/informative as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Intervention&lt;/span&gt; into a show that borders on trash. Look at Brigitte Nielsen. She fucked Flav for Christ's sake. This show helped her. C'mon VH1--do something useful, keep this show going like this last episode. I don't mind crying while I watch your channel. It's been two weeks in a row you have moved me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Runway was good--I watched it Friday. Unfortunately, some children did some crude manipulation and I had to watch it with kids around. Old yellow dog likes kids, but he's not like young yellow dog that wants attention from kids. They don't seem to get it. Pet him, say hi and leave him be. Don't take his toy and tease him with it. That toy is his security blanket. He doesn't see you attached to it. He sees his toy and he wants it. He will play with you. Toss the toy and he'll bring it back to you, so you can toss it again--he's not even a pain in the ass about it. If you don't want to play anymore, he'll just go lay down. He doesn't play that fakey-fake shit. He'll just take his toy back and you better watch your fucking fingers kid. I told you twice not to do that to him. He outweighs you and I like him better than I like you. Whew, end of rant. Anthony is still in and so is Emilio. I like Anthony--he may be a dark horse to show at Bryant Park, but I don't think he's going to be final three. He is just delightful and I'm rooting for him. I think Emilio is so talented. And he's quiet and seems nice--which means he really has to be talented. Because we all know, two people, basically equal talent, the quiet nice one gets the chop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, my bitches did not disappoint. I watched them at 11pm on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Vicki and Alexis. The consensus is Vicki had it coming, but Alexis did it at the wrong time/wrong place. Don't confront Vicki about being a bitch on a nice vacation, at a nice restaurant, when her daughter is waiting for a possible cancer diagnosis. Alexis, can you be any less-tactful, less-classy, less-dumb? Then the prayer happened. What the hell was that? Here you go..."Dear Lord, we are here today to offer our prayers for the health of our friend, Brianna. We pray for the health of Brianna and give thanks for the continued good health of ourselves and of all our loved ones. Thank you Lord, AMEN." Gee, was that hard? I haven't been to church in 20 years and I pulled a better prayer out of my ass. And you know what, you hypocritical bitch with your huge stupid fake tits, I would mean it. You did it for the show. The Red Sea, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish Gretchen would dump that piece of shit Slade. He's not good for her. His lease is up, Gretchen, get yourself a different model or try driving yourself around (not in that way, she already did that-I've seen the pictures, yuck). I like gold-digger Gretchen. I like Gretchen with money and an older man who adores her. Gretchen's parents don't seem to like Slade at all. Her father equated him to horse shit--while not the vilest of feces, it still came out of an animal's ass. That's Slade. He made some other biting comments about a pond and not finding Slade for weeks (cheers erupted across the land). Merv Griffin's estate is fucking beautiful. I know it was probably comped, but maybe, if Gretchen didn't get money from Jeff, maybe, just maybe, her parents have helped her out. Instead of a big obnoxious wedding, my parents gave me $25,000 cash to put a down payment on property. I love watching wedding shows--they have "memories" after spending all that money, I have 200+ acres--fuck you. Gretchen's mom obviously dislikes Slade very much. Good for her--hopefully, it will rub off on her daughter. I really hope it's part of a storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank and Lynne. I think Alexa is the smartest one in that nuclear family and that is a sad testament. Sad. My friend texted me "vacation? they can't even afford a place to live" and I texted back "they can vacation if bravo is paying for it". The TWOPers found a history (I think it goes back to 2005, at least 2007) of different paying issues for the Curtins. This is not what viewers signed on for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Alexis and Jim and the god-people from their McChurch. Jim, talking about your wife's implanted gifts with a man "anointed by god" (according to Alexis) is extremely distasteful. It doesn't seem very "christian" either. alleythecat on TWOP--funniest snark "Oh, and P.S. Alexis. Nobody gives a shit that you're a christian who drinks wine. It's been a really long time since CCD, but I'm pretty sure that Jesus didn't turn water into Diet Dr. Pepper you fucking half-wit. Wine is the very least of your hypocrisy." I had to look it up, but CCD stands for Confraternity of Christian Doctrine. I thought maybe it was Christ Came Down. Then there was a painful "surf and turf" lesson at some point in the show. It seemed li&lt;span class="edit"&gt;ke Alexis wanted a "bite" of lobster. So, Jim changed his order and berated her a little and made fun of her. I hate people that depend on you to order something so they can have a bite. I know someone that does this. They order water or a drink and a small plate, so they can have a "bite" of everyone's food. Fuck you and your eating disorder and definitely order your own goddamn dessert. They always ask, "what are you getting, have you decided..." I have my own food issues without worrying about the fucking food police. I guess I agree with Jim on that. If I was with someone that wanted to have a "bite" of my lobster, I would cancel that order and get something else. Fuck it. Struck a chord, end of rant. He was wrong to berate her like that, but she likes expensive shoes, so fuck her. She puts up with it, her king. (false idol alert, false idol alert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember Tamra and Simon--what did they do, oh yeah, they talked about Lynne and Frank and the "D" word. Bravo must be loving this shit. I really hope it's not a publicity stunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for RHONY to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-7236782132776237494?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/7236782132776237494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/7236782132776237494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/02/ha-ha-charade-you-are.html' title='ha ha charade you are'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-794820271138823382</id><published>2010-02-18T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T09:08:19.413-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Vick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>can any love be so strong when so many loves go wrong</title><content type='html'>Flipping through the channels and I see the Michael Vick show on BET, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Michael Vick Project&lt;/span&gt;. When I turned it on, it showed his family members crying because he was going to federal prison for 23 months and adorable little girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one good thing about this whole situation is it helped bring the abuse of dog-fighting to light to the general population. Regular people, whether animal lovers or not, were outraged by the abuse and pure ignorance of dog-fighting. Here was a man at the top of his game--a millionaire, a superior athlete, a husband, a father. He was also a person that tortured dogs to death. Hanging or drowning or simply beating a dog to death is torture. I know a lot of people wanted to take Michael Vick "out back" and give him the same treatment. I look at my animals, I look them in the eyes and I can't imagine hurting them like that. I can't imagine looking an animal in the eyes and torturing them to death. What completely sucks and what really "gets" people is if Michael Vick stopped with one dog, brought him up out of the water or took off the noose--that fucking dog would have licked his hand and wagged his fucking tail. THAT is what pisses people off (still) about the Michael Vick situation. Their loyalty knows no bounds. &lt;a href="http://www.care2.com/greenliving/the-dog-hero-a-true-animal-story.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is a story about the Rottweiler Eve who pulled her owner out of a burning truck and dragged her to safety. There are countless other stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Michael Vick will never fully understand how I feel about my dogs. He doesn't have the capability to feel how I feel about my dogs--he's been raised to see them as a commodity, something that means prestige, something that shows how tough you are. I see my dogs as family members. They are dogs, they are not "my furry four-legged children" but I would kill someone if they came to my house and tried to hurt/kill my animals. Not because they are necessarily worth anything, but because they are my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applaud MVs outreach to HSUS and the HSUS giving him a second chance. I hope he uses it. http://www.hsus.org/acf/fighting/dogfight/vick_faq.html&lt;br /&gt;(for some reason, this won't hyperlink)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-794820271138823382?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/794820271138823382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/794820271138823382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/02/can-any-love-be-so-strong-when-so-many.html' title='can any love be so strong when so many loves go wrong'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-827058619442862516</id><published>2010-02-16T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T09:12:53.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keeping up with the kardashians'/><title type='text'>we had it with your discipline</title><content type='html'>Wow. Watching Keeping Up With the Kardashians. That Scott guy is an awful human being. Creep, douche, useless, waste-of-space, too-bad-daddy-didn't-pull-out, cruel, mean-spirited, lazy, slimy, etc. It's too bad Kourtney mated with him. Now she has to deal with his ass for the rest of her child's life. A woman should really take a huge step back and look at the man she is involved with if her entire family and all her friends (and the viewing public) think that man is an asshole and do not like him. Let someone else have that trash. I'm sure they reconcile in part 2. They all need to start documenting the crap he does so when they do finally split for good, he can't get within a 100 yards of that child. His behavior at dinner was sub-human. They should have let his self-entitled ass get arrested. Then they should have left him there. In this scenario, his arrogance would get him in more trouble--he takes a swing and hits a police officer. They charge him, because, well, he's a fucking piece of shit. Then another prisoner gives him a dirty swirly. He gets some disease. He refuses treatment, because it's a "junky" disease and dies. Yes, dead Scott is good Scott. The son of a cunt is never going to change. Yes, I called his mother a cunt. Someone allowed him to act like such a sub-human low-life piece of shit and think it's ok. Another thing, if this is all a stunt to get people to watch Keeping Up With the Kardashians, shame on the entire family. I usually don't give a shit about kids, but they had a baby? But I don't think it is--this guy is pure trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could put this guy, Sarah Fuckin Palin and Spencer Pratt (why not, right) on a rubber raft in the middle of the ocean and it would be too good for these useless pieces of reality trash. That's how I feel about cunts/dicks that are fuckheads to be famous. Don't get me started on that hypocrite SFP--she is so fucking stupid, she probably doesn't even know she's being hypocritical. *Hey bitch, Rush Fuckhead Limbaugh is NOT a satirist. Oh, add Natalie from the Bad Girls Club--the other three would either jump overboard or throw her overboard to shut her up. I really do want to enjoy her messing with people, but the bitch talks WAY too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when people use the word "retard" and I'm a relatively intelligent person with no immediate family member or friend that is disabled in any way. Guess what SFP, word meanings change. People say gay, retard, fat, dope, hot, wicked, awesome, etc and what the speaker is conveying has absolutely nothing to do with old meanings. It's called semantic change, bitch. God, I hate that stupid cunt, Sarah Fuckin Palin. She probably think semantic change has something to do with being Jewish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-827058619442862516?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/827058619442862516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/827058619442862516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-had-it-with-your-discipline.html' title='we had it with your discipline'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-7060275832276627597</id><published>2010-02-12T10:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T07:52:59.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watch what happens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhonyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alex jones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project runway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity rehab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andy cohen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RHOC'/><title type='text'>i have dozens of friends and the fun never ends that is, as long as i'm buying</title><content type='html'>The scene at the vet's on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celebrity Rehab&lt;/span&gt; was the saddest reality TV ever. And I watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Intervention&lt;/span&gt;. I have a soft-spot for animals that doesn't exist for humans. Otherwise, good show. Kari Ann needs different treatment, Mackenzie is right--something is loose in there, beyond addiction. It's sad. She is so broken, probably not mend-able. This is a case for sterilization. Is that harsh? Would you want to be Kari Ann's child--an innocent baby with that selfish-broken-crazy person as a mother? Yikes. I want to hate her, but I feel sorry for her. In all truth, I wish she wasn't on the show. She's a distraction for drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked seeing Dennis Rodman admit he is an alcoholic--even if it was a "half-assed" admission. It's a baby step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to see the alumni panel. I'm so happy for all of them. Rodney King was always a "fan favorite" and it's good to see him still sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Project Runway&lt;/span&gt; was fabulous. I will look for Anthony's dress on Heidi on the April cover of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marie Claire&lt;/span&gt;. I don't usually buy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marie Claire&lt;/span&gt;--that is the point, right? I may even buy the March issue for kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the bitches...&lt;br /&gt;RHOC didn't disappoint. I noticed in the "previously on" Alexis said (re: Vicki), "how dare you guys say you work and we don't." Seriously. Two nannies. 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in the beginning, I wasn't looking at the TV screen and thought Alexis was saying, "Am I hamming nuts?" I looked up. What? She's saying, "Am I high maintenance" through her huge fake lips and injected face. It's called ENUNCIATION. Gosh, it's the opener. I think the elves did that on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Raquel, you are miked. Flipping off the camera won't make it go away and we can hear what you are saying. Not many of us want to look at your mug anyway. Stupid cunt. Stupid hungover cunt--how old are you? Not in college (or trade school--Raquel not so bright), no job and you are living at home...why? You are human waste. And I feel bad saying that because I like Frank. Frank was trying to hold it together, not worry his vapid, vapid VAPID family and it blew up in his face. A lot of men do this. Sometimes they squeak under the line and make it. Sometimes they blow it and their families lose it all. There is A LOT of animosity there. Lynne needs to realize what Frank was trying to do. And really, would Lynne have understood what was happening. Really? It's a bad situation all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis and Gretchen met for lunch. I wonder if Alexis got paid for the SkinnyGirl margarita mention. She even gave the recipe. I miss RHoNY. Alexis tells really long stories and Gretchen has been working really hard launching her make-up line. Picking out colors is so hard. Alexis has a short fuse, whatever. She had to sit waaaaay back from the table because her ridiculous fake tits were in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love how the cameramen catch all the little details. Alexis' horrifying profile, her stupid gigantic fake tits;. Lynne's wrinkly old arms; Tamra's old-looking hands; Vicki's crazy eyes (or Manson eyes as they are known as on TWOP); Gretchen's bad skin (what is going on there?), her loud, obnoxious laugh; and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was that Brianna's Mercedes? Nice. I think Vicki focuses on work so she doesn't have to think about "bad" things. That's why she brought up work when Brianna was talking about her biopsy. It's less scary to think about the mess of rescheduling a function/meeting with 150-200 agents (that's what she said?) than to think about Brianna having cancer. I think her family gets that usually, but Brianna was upset about it. She's scared, they are both scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, another vignette with Alexis &amp;amp; Jim. Her shirt was too small for her stupid-big fake tits. The buttons were a-screamin'. Interesting, Jim can't attend the girls overnight in San Francisco. He's got meetings. Alexis whined a little, but Jim basically told her to get over it. So she did. Is she anxious because she's worried Jim will cheat? Why can't she spend a little time away from this man? I totally get wanting to spend time together with "my man"--I did it 24/7 for almost 3 years--literally ALWAYS together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when Tamra "plans" a girls' trip, the husbands/boyfriends stay home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these women suck. They all express apprehension seeing Vicki again. Vicki must really scare them. How neat. Vicki called Jim a "smelly dork." That is awesome. Gretchen is a mean little bitch. Her laugh is atrocious and obnoxious. I used to really really like Gretchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women make their way to Hubert Keller's restaurant, Fleur de Lys. I heart Hubert Keller. He was on Top Chef Masters and finished pasta in a dorm shower and it tasted good (the judges said so). They all hem and haw over the menu, one asking "what kind of restaurant is this?" or something. They have no idea. Bravo just loads them in a vehicle and drops them off. They walk like sheep into slaughter and wonder where they are. Useless creatures. Gretchen raved about her pate (I think that's what she was having). She gave Alexis a bite. Instead of discreetly spitting it out in her napkin and asking the server for a new napkin, she made a huge deal out of it. She made such a huge deal--and her stupid injected lips/mouth will not work right, so she was all slobbery. Which turned Vicki's stomach. Vicki made a big deal out of it too. I will give Vicki this, she had to sit beside Alexis and get a real good look at that fucked-up profile through the meal. No wonder she was ready to vomit. Lynne in the background was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what a bummer dinner. Cancer scare, evictions, Jim’s non-stop calling, Alexis texting &amp;amp; spitting out food. SHE IS NOT A FUCKING LADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad the ladies were gracious about Brianna joining them. Not the same situation as the men going to FL trip. And while all the ladies were listening to Brianna and situationg themselves, Alexis was texting. Gretchen started crying. I give her props for hiding behind Vicki and not milking the tears on camera. Seems more real that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the eviction drama and being so mad with Frank, Lynne purchased a jacket for $1185. I hope it was a purchase like when Kathy Griffin went shopping with Paris Hilton. I really hope she didn't actually buy the jacket. If she did, she is the biggest asshole on the show. No wonder Frank can't keep it together. He's expecting things to come in and this bitch spends it before he can get a bill paid. Frank is right, she is not living in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis texted/talked to Jim throughout dinner. Vicki texted/talked/emailed for work throughout lunch. They are both wrong. Fuck them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like they will really get into it next week. That's great. In a preview, they made it look like Slade was going to ask Gretchen to wed. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy's face on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watch What Happens&lt;/span&gt; when Patty was telling that woman to use toys to o&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/S3bEXIqjBnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0vPxcPU3ej4/s1600-h/IMG_4133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/S3bEXIqjBnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0vPxcPU3ej4/s320/IMG_4133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437749501838427762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rgasm in front of her man was absolutely priceless. I miss my HD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-7060275832276627597?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/7060275832276627597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/7060275832276627597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-dozens-of-friends-and-fun-never.html' title='i have dozens of friends and the fun never ends that is, as long as i&apos;m buying'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/S3bEXIqjBnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0vPxcPU3ej4/s72-c/IMG_4133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-3773445882360632245</id><published>2010-02-07T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T06:48:01.400-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RHOC'/><title type='text'>if it takes all night to be just who i am</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to catch up on the RHOC message boards on TWOP. The magical elves of editing have brought on all sorts of Vickie-love. Well, at least, Vickie-sympathy--or maybe a lessening of the absolute Vickie-hate. Tamra (or as Simon likes to call her in his blog and FB--Tammy) was loaded. Maybe the producers told her to get Vickie and Simon in the same room. Vickie and Simon seemed to want to just be cordial and not speak to one another. Tamra kept putting them together. Tamra, a cobra and a mongoose are not going to be friends, no matter how much you want them to be friends. Simon actually pulled a little bitch "I'm leaving" passive-aggressive bullshit move. Stupid cunt. Simon is a cunt. A stupid little cunt. If you say you are going to leave...LEAVE. Don't stand outside and wait for your stupid drunk wife to come out, tell you that you are the king/master/apex/whatever; then she cries and begs; and you come back inside. Grow a pair, man. Say to your drunk wife--"you have 5 minutes to say goodbye and I'm leaving, with or without you." Jesus.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I used to kind of like Simon. He's come off as a real prick this season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the Bravo extra with Alexis taking her kids to the grocery store. Was that the first time she went? She didn't know where the water was? She told the nanny to grab whatever she thought the girls would like? Does she not know what her children like to eat? Weird. It was priceless watching her try to get the kid in the cart. Trust me--if I was going to have kids, I'd want the Alexis and Jim parenting plan. I hate kids, so it's perfect! The problem people (me included) have is she talks about how tired/busy she is because she is a SAHM. Yes, you have kids and don't work outside the home, but with 2 nannies &amp; a housekeeper, you lose your SAHM badge. Your kids don't even have a disability. I mention disability because I was watching Supernanny. A mom had a 15-year old with CP, a rebellious 13-yo, a wild/violent younger (5-7 yo) and a little one. She did PT with the oldest regularly and could have REALLY used an extra set of hands (or two) to help with the others. Shit, someone coming in during PT time to just hang out with the little ones while mom did PT with the oldest would have helped. And Alexis complains how tired she is with 3 little ones running around with the nannies. I guess telling nannies what to do is exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gretchen needs to stop talking about Slade pleasuring her, yuck. He needs to shave, get a haircut and get a job. He's nasty looking right now and he's a good looking guy. He's good looking clean-shaven or with a little bit of scruff. This homeless meth-head look does not become him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Tamra got a tattoo of Simon's name on her ring finger. Then she went on and on about the tattoo curse and once one got a name tattooed, the relationship was doomed. Hmmm, foreshadowing the impending divorce. If these shit-turds are doing this for publicity; for a season 6 "single Tamra on the town"/reconciliation arc, I think a lot of people will stop watching the show. The fact that Simon vomits personal information on FB and whines non-stop in his blog is telling. Perhaps they are angling for a spin-off a la Date My Ex. I really hope Simon is just a famewhore and can't abide losing the attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon sucks. Your relationship isn't good. In a few, short months after being taped proclaiming they had such a strong wonderful relationship, he files for divorce. Because he was upset by what was said on some faux reality show? I haven't seen J in a year. Try that motherfucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all over the place. I'm out of my usual element.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-3773445882360632245?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/3773445882360632245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/3773445882360632245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-it-takes-all-night-to-be-just-who-i.html' title='if it takes all night to be just who i am'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-9029685507276023856</id><published>2010-02-03T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:29:43.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fugly horse of the day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rescue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abuse'/><title type='text'>bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream</title><content type='html'>There is a complete asshole in Louisiana. His name is Tony Meyers. Tony Meyers. From what I understand of the story, he bought a little mare for $37. He wanted to resell her for $100. She balked when he tried to load her on his trailer. So, instead of doing what normal human beings with any kind of horse experience do; he wrapped her halter in barbed wire; tied her to the trailer and dragged her; then backed over her. Some time during this hell, he shot the mare in the head. Then left her to die, with a trailer on top of her (was he dumb enough to leave his own trailer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention--her halter was wrapped in barbed wire. His profit was going to be $63? Tony Meyers couldn't ask for some help? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they rescued her, they had to pull the trailer forward. The rescuers waited for her to give up, giving her comfort, waiting for her to die. She didn't die. She didn't give up. She survived.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Her creepy asshole abuser still walks free. The DA wants to prosecute, rescues and vets are ready to testify. Some shit-bag defense attorney keeps delaying the process. His shit-bag defense attorney probably hates animals too. I understand he deserves to get a defense, blah, blah, blah, rights, yadda, yadda, yadda, fair trial and whatnot. If anything, the delays let the story grow larger. Pictures show the happy little mare, after so much time to gain trust (and weight and health). Where she came from, how she was found and how she is now. She can even be loaded on a trailer now without sedation. I hope this guy gets the maximum punishment. I hope he gets the hard labor option. If he'd stepped back, taken a breath, asked for some help with the mare. He can think about that while he breaks big rocks into little rocks (or whatever they do in hard labor). Ultimately, she ended up in a better place. Her new owners believe she is worth way more than $100 (his selling price) and are willing to be patient with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the rescue that took her in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.habitatforhorses.org/whatsnew/lamare.html"&gt;http://www.habitatforhorses.org/whatsnew/lamare.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her forever home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foreversky.org/fsr_008.htm#Naysa"&gt;http://www.foreversky.org/fsr_008.htm#Naysa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend had a 17hh TB mare--huge mare. She was trading her back to her original owner for something a little more sane (the mare had a certifiable screw loose). The mare refused to get on the trailer. We spent over an hour, circling, giving her a break, circling, trying and trying. This mare didn't just balk, she freaked. She would be calm, head down, get so close and FREAK. 17 hands of muscle and crazy. (Aside: a hand is 4 inches; 17X4=68 inches; 5'8"; that's measured at the withers--where the neck meets the back. That's a big horse). We all stayed patient. We took a break and stepped away if we felt frustrated. Finally, after many many attempts and time, she walked right in and started munching hay from the haynet, looking at us like, "what, what's up, why are you guys so happy?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy for this little mare--no innocent deserves that type of treatment. He did this because she balked? Wow. I wonder if he has a wife/girlfriend/boyfriend/kids and I wonder what he does when they refuse to do something. Useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuglyblog.com/2010/i-think-she-might/"&gt;On Fugly Horse of the Day&lt;/a&gt;, there was a comment about what makes a person cross the line and this whole incident popped into my head yesterday afternoon... &lt;br /&gt;A family member had to go the to emergency room (they are fine). I brought old yellow dog as he's been having some severe sep anxiety since our move. I periodically checked on him when I made phone calls to family members. He was in the back with a big smile on his face. When J called, I decided to get in the truck and talk to him and visit with old yellow dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old yellow dog had busted down the barrier in the vehicle. He chewed/ripped a huge hole in the front passenger seat (leather &amp; heated). He pulled/ripped trim from the entire passenger side. He chewed a huge hole in the headliner/ceiling in the back where a garment hook used to be. He ripped the leather on both rear doors arm rests. He ripped the defroster thingy off the back window. He chewed all the passenger seat belts. I was so pissed I was speechless. This is J's dream vehicle. I didn't tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yelled. I yelled because I was mad and because I was scared for my family member in the hospital. I yelled because I could only imagine what it was going to cost to fix. I yelled because I cut my one phone call with J short because all I could focus on was the destruction. Old yellow dog curled up in the back. I took him home, found a tie-out and clipped him to a tree. He can't be left alone in the house right now--on top of his destructive behavior, there is an elderly cat with deformed front paws he is way too interested in &amp; he blows right through gates and tears crates apart. I made sure his collar was tight enough to not slip over his head, but not too tight. I checked him over to make sure he didn't hurt himself. I marched upstairs and got him a big bowl of water. I went back to the hospital. When we came home an hour later, I was really happy to see my boy sitting in the yard waiting for me--trim flopping around me in the previously mint condition vehicle; huge gaping hole revealing foam in my peripheral vision. I brought him inside with me and we looked up replacement parts together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, this was my fault, not the dog's fault. I should have known he wouldn't be ok alone in the car. He wasn't going to curl up and take a nap. He was going to fret and dig and chew until I was with him. At least he didn't eat anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shudder to think what Tony Meyers (and others of his ilk) would have done to this sweet dog after he messed up a vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned lately that I dislike Sarah Fucking Palin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-9029685507276023856?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/9029685507276023856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/9029685507276023856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/02/bleating-and-babbling-we-fell-on-his.html' title='bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-2352433676673190628</id><published>2010-01-23T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:32:13.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project runway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity rehab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RHOC'/><title type='text'>hang tough children</title><content type='html'>Oh, the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;RHOC&lt;/span&gt;. Why is Thursday suddenly must see reality TV all at the same time slot? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Celebrity Rehab, Project Runway&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Real Housewives of Orange County&lt;/span&gt;. I think it's the same time slot. I DVR &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Celebrity Rehab&lt;/span&gt; in the morning--they always show it earlier in the day and I watch it while the other two are taping (DVR-ing, whatever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity Rehab&lt;/span&gt; continued from Mindy's seizure last week. I've witnessed dogs have seizures, never a human. It was so sad. Where was the fucking nurse. Jesus. It must be so hard, because there isn't anything one can do to stop it, just things to lessen the damage the person does to themselves. Let me say this, I do not want to watch the staff &amp;amp; Dr. Drew chase Tom Sizemore around the city. I think Dr. Drew is addicted to addicts. I'm also not looking forward to the return of Miss Whatever Kari Ann. I like the group they have now--Dennis Rodman is already resistant, but the others seem to like him. He must be super charming, when one gets past the "I'm on a higher plain/plane" pseudo-zen bullshit. (I say plain/plane because, really, what the hell was he talking about? Higher airplane, higher plane of existence, spiritual plane, a grassy field perhaps) After he jumped out of bed to see Mindy (who seems to be as sweet as strawberry pie), I think he redeemed his "character" on the show and more people will root for him. (root doesn't seem correct. I know it's not route. root. root.) It was sad to see Heidi isolate herself. I wonder if she has something like schizoid personality disorder. Maybe it tires her out to communicate with others. She can do it, people like her, it's just so draining and she really doesn't enjoy it. I was sad to see it, but totally understand. I would live in the desert with my dogs &amp;amp; horses and just want to be left alone. I hope Drew doesn't get after her about her birds. They all look like they are in good condition. They make her happy. Back to Tom Sizemore. It sounds like he blames all of his current problems on Heidi. It looks like they still have a lot of affection towards one another. Bad idea putting these two in rehab together. Bad idea. I wish VH1 would read the TWOP boards. People don't want to see little assholes like Kari Ann. We want to see the treatment. We want to see people make breakthroughs. We want to see them laugh and cry together and alone. We don't want to see a camera crew running around after an addict. An addict trying to cram as much drugs into their body as possible. I know this is part of it, but it's almost like these peoples' managers want them on the show so they can get paid. Clearly the addict does not want help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Project Runway&lt;/span&gt; was good. I'm glad they are back in NYC. I laughed when Anthony's model said (paraphrasing) "we're so different, he's from the south and he's so conservative." Oh geez. He doesn't seem like someone who would be a big Rush (not the band) fan or think Sarah Fucking Palin is grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the bitches.&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing Jim has Alexis to check all the females throwing themselves at him. Oh dear god--were they all drunk? I tell you what, this skinny big titted bitch comes up to me and starts accusing me of something (and I've been drinking)--yes we will get "all Jersey" and I will fix that fucking broke-ass nose for her. She may work out, but I gots crazy on my side. Real fucking rage. Now, the chick she was going after was a little thing and was completely confused about the whole situation. Gretchen should have diffused that situation immediately--she was the hostess. I think it was all Bravo.&lt;br /&gt;Note to Alexis--you have a gorgeous, lean and strong body and work so hard and your huge implants make you look so heavy. Trapeze tops are not your friend. I hope you sued whatever doctor messed up your top lip. It's dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;Gretchen--good party, until Alexis and Bravo used it to drive a storyline. Kay Sedia was delightful. If I had enough girlfriends all in one spot, I would totally have a Tupperware party.&lt;br /&gt;Tamra--was she in this episode? Oh yeah, bitching about Gretchen. BORING. Remember Tamra, boring is reality death and you need that paycheck (until you snag yourself a rich old man).&lt;br /&gt;Vicki--botox and tanning. Great bonus. I guess she made it a whole day and they had lunch and went to a show. That's nice. Vicki is walking a fine line between snarkable and boring so she doesn't lose her spot on the show or clients in real life. Luckily, she has a raging case of narcissism and is a chasm of neediness, so all her "good deeds" revolve around Victory.&lt;br /&gt;Lynne and Frank--wow. It's too late. I hope her daughters can get their acts together. Why should they, though? A first step would be to give precious Alexa one of those phones that can only call home. Only the parents, one responsible adult (Grandma anyone) and the house phone. If the spoiled little bitch wants a phone to call her friends, she gets a FUCKING JOB. Same with the other blob. Take off their bedroom doors the first time they are disrespectful. Mandatory drug (including alcohol) every time they break curfew (and yes, Raquel is 19, but she's living with her parents, so she gets a curfew). On the third offense, the doors will be bolted and the police will be called to report the daughter as runaway. I guess with Raquel, just bolt the door. Then stick to it.  All the crying and "this isn't fair, you didn't do it with Raquel," well, fuck off little girl, Raquel is a waste of precious oxygen and we are trying to save you. Oh, yeah, if you don't like it, too fucking bad. You are a child.&lt;br /&gt;But Lynne &amp;amp; Frank won't do this. They want to be friends with their children. It's really working, isn't it? I won't even go into the instability of being evicted over and over. It's just too bad the girls' were never given boundaries &amp;amp; discipline so they respect their parents. It would help when everything else has gone to shit if the girls were behaving. That would be one less thing L &amp;amp; F would have to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-2352433676673190628?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/2352433676673190628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/2352433676673190628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/01/hang-tough-children.html' title='hang tough children'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-2737729153993149207</id><published>2010-01-12T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:33:44.222-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WINE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='franzia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intervention'/><title type='text'>i wouldn't be here with all my troubles, down on this killing floor</title><content type='html'>I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Intervention&lt;/span&gt; last night. Some lady that would drink up to 8 bottles of wine a day. I'm not sure why she wasn't just buying boxes of Franzia (or Peter Vella). Way more convenient. It was sad, but I felt like there was a whole cave of rattlesnakes waiting be stirred up in that family. A cave the viewers were deftly steered away from by everyone--including the addicts (there were two in this episode, the main lady and her nephew-a narcoleptic, crack/cocaine addict, degenerate gambler). I understand people can be addicts without an "event" to precipitate their addiction, but I felt like I had a 1000 piece puzzle and only 700 in the box. The daughter, Anna, was a sad figure. Once again, no mention of this child getting some major therapy. Maybe it's a given? Where was her father, why did he give her up, why no mention of the abandonment from this man. It said the daughter called her aunt when her parents were having a fight and said to get her out of there. It wasn't a very good episode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-2737729153993149207?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/2737729153993149207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/2737729153993149207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wouldnt-be-here-with-all-my-troubles.html' title='i wouldn&apos;t be here with all my troubles, down on this killing floor'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-7014410844318547724</id><published>2010-01-10T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T07:25:38.359-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palin'/><title type='text'>i'm gonna leave my children down on this killing floor</title><content type='html'>I started writing something here on Sunday. I was pretty drunk and deleted it. I wish I hadn't deleted it, so I would know what I wrote. It was a rant of some sort--personal, not about SFP (Sarah Fucking Palin) or something on TV. It's been pretty roller-coastery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-7014410844318547724?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/7014410844318547724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/7014410844318547724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-gonna-leave-my-children-down-on-this.html' title='i&apos;m gonna leave my children down on this killing floor'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-8936323108641049725</id><published>2010-01-08T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T08:23:11.818-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity rehab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VH1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RHOC'/><title type='text'>sell my soul by dropping names</title><content type='html'>Oh, I missed the bitches!!! I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celebrity Rehab&lt;/span&gt; while it was on (played Solitaire/texts with my bff on my phone during commercials), so I had the bitches this morning. It's 16 minutes in and I am laughing. I can't wait to read the TWOP (they finally re-opened the boards). I would love to see Alexis and Jim take care of their kids without the ever-present nanny. Alexis giving up blowing bubbles and just walking away. Jim handing the screaming brat to the nanny when it wouldn't shut up. "Oh my gosh." At least he didn't take the lord's name in vain. "It's unrehensible." Note to Simon--not a fucking word asshole. Reprehensible is what you are looking for there smartass. Why is he so afraid of Vicki's influence on his wife? If their relationship was so great and so strong and they were so happy, Vicki would have NO influence on his wife and her behavior would NOT change (in his eyes, for the worse). What a fucking misogynistic creep. Marcos looks a lot like Simon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know to each his own, but I despise the type of church Alexis and Jim go to--I was raised in a more formal church--stained glass, solemn, contemplative. I find the jesus rock distracting and the preacher over a PA system distracting. I also believe the higher power is within us, around us, omnipotent, all seeing (i am what i am). I have to quiet my mind to talk to god and hear god. I can't do that with jesus rock playing (why is the singer always so fucking whiny?) I understand it's uplifting and all that, but I used to get that feeling in my somber, quiet church. I loved when the sunlight would come through the stained glass and light the church in a heavenly light (which is the point). It's almost like they can't just be with god, they have to have every second filled with loud jesus rock, a loud preacher, bible classes. I like reading the bible and getting different interpretations. I'm NO biblical scholar, but I would never allow one person, one institution tell me "this is how it is."  Like I said, to each his own. I'm a quiet person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynne is a dimwit. Gretchen told her she wanted to take the tall daughter out to let her know Gretchen was there if she wanted to talk about anything. We saw the phone call asshole. She acted like Gretchen was a big backstabbing bitch. Lynne was probably stoned when she talked to her and didn't remember. I don't know if Lynne gets stoned, but I like to think she does--at least that explains her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the islands. I really liked Vicki and Donn in the islands. I want to renew my vows in the islands. Not really--I just want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fondue place's wallpaper around the host area was icky. "Two for fondue?" Tamra wants her parents to get back together? Jesus lady. Tamra needs to re-paint her nails. Her mom (Sandy?) looks like someone. Like someone from a 50's or 60's TV show--Endora maybe? I feel bad for Tamra. I don't like Tamra, but her husband sucks. Guess what Tamra, Simon WILL NEVER change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celeb Rehab--I wish they wouldn't have people like Dennis Rodman on the show--send him to "normal" rehab. I don't want to watch him say stoopid shit about how much smarter he is than everyone else and he doesn't have a problem. Why did they say rehab or jail asshole. And you are NOT smarter. They are captioning you. Enunciate. Not that smart people never mumble, but he thought cannabis was cannibalism? Really? I'm so pissed that waste of carbon and user of precious oxygen Kari Ann will be back (she is so broken, poor thing). I don't want to watch her. She needs to want help (number 1) and go to a real, intensive, long-term rehab. That bitch is broke. David Weintraub needs to stop sending these assy trainwrecks for us to watch. It's not entertaining; it's not informative. It's annoying and I skip the bitch. Love Lisa--I hope she takes advantage of this help. Intellectually, she gets it, but getting "it" and truly healing are two entirely different things. Loved her on ANTM. I would have had to get drunk to deal with those bitches too. I like Heidi and her parrots. Her skin and lips are too much. She is extremely charming though. I think she would be lovely to talk to. Mackenzie Phillips. What a mess. It's like she's a professional addict/recovering addict. I hope she continues in sobriety. It's amazing she's alive. The country star--what a story. Guy beat the shit out of her and she went ahead and bred with him. It's so tragic. Her story kept getting worse and worse. Why did they bleep out "mom" during her Drew interview. In the backstory she narrated, she said her mom got custody of her son. Then, during the Drew interview they bleeped out mom. Duh. Because she was saying what a crappy mom her mom is/was. She must be terrified for her son. Obviously he couldn't go with the father. Poor kid. What a fucked up situation all around. Hopefully, her mom is more stable. Oh, the former bass player for Alice in Chains. I love me some bass players. This guy is so fucked up, I want to take care of him (and in no way, shape or form am I one of those chicks that needs to save guys). What a mess. I skipped the abscess part. I was eating a cheesy rice concoction--no thanks. I think that's everybody. Why do they bring Tom Sizemore and Kari Ann on. Famecunts. My favorite parts--Shelly and Heidi talking; MP and bass player talking. Totally forgot the real world guy. Another mess--guys with that much muscle make me nervous. Necks should not be thicker than heads, unless one is a professional athlete--why do that? I really hope he can get help though. The most tragic part is all these kids. I know some people were probably shocked and dismayed and there was much hand-wringing over Heidi's repeated abortions. Yeah, she should have tied some tubes or got some implant birth control or something long term inserted, but there aren't some unloved babies being dragged around with her. She obviously didn't want children and knew she was in no position to raise a child. I judge not. I guess she could have had some kids and had a nanny raise them, a la Alexis (which is what I would do--I only bust on Alexis because she fronts like she is raising the kids herself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to tape the aspen show that was on right after CR. I haven't watched it. It looked pretty slamtacular. I hope they keep it soap-y and good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-8936323108641049725?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/8936323108641049725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/8936323108641049725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/01/sell-my-soul-by-dropping-names.html' title='sell my soul by dropping names'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-1284421054455641697</id><published>2010-01-02T07:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T10:10:08.329-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizzes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schizoid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality disorders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how it&apos;s made'/><title type='text'>i hate people when they're not polite</title><content type='html'>I took a personality disorder test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(238, 238, 238) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; Personality Disorder Test Results &lt;table style="background: rgb(221, 221, 221) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" border="0" bgcolor="#dddddd" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#paranoid"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;82%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#schizoid"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#schizotypal"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;62%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#antisocial"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;34%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#borderline"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;66%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#histrionic"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;34%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#narcissistic"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;22%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#avoidant"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;66%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#dependent"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#obsessive-compulsive"&gt; Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder.html"&gt; Take Free Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a Personality "Big Five" Test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(221, 221, 221) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" border="0" width="270" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="background: rgb(238, 238, 238) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Five Test Results&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extroversion&lt;/b&gt; (10%) very low which suggests you are extremely reclusive, quiet, unassertive, and private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Accommodation&lt;/b&gt; (76%) high which suggests you are overly kind natured, trusting, and helpful at the expense too often of your own individual development (martyr complex).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orderliness&lt;/b&gt; (50%) medium which suggests you are moderately organized, structured, and self controlled while still remaining flexible, varied, and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emotional Stability&lt;/b&gt; (42%) moderately low which suggests you are worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inquisitiveness&lt;/b&gt; (66%) moderately high which suggests you are intellectual, curious, imaginative but possibly not very practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/big5.html"&gt;Take Free Big Five Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of tired now. I took a bunch of other quizzes. I enjoy taking quizzes and who among us doesn't like to read about one's self--even me, and I scored low on any narcissistic tendencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm paranoid. There are times a car drives by and I think, "they are going to shoot at me." It's not sane thinking, but I have those thoughts. I used to think an old roommate was trying to poison me and stopped eating food that person cooked. Logically, I knew the person was not trying to poison me, but the thoughts persisted and hey, better safe than sorry, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the schizoid personality disorder is right on too. I love my family, but I like to see/visit/talk with them on my terms (which really isn't strange). This includes J. I get angry when he doesn't call by a certain time. Not because I'm worried (when it gets past a certain time, I do get worried...he is in a war zone), but because I want to "get it over with." I hate that I feel this way, but I do. A lot of the other stuff makes sense too. I truly dislike being around people. My relationships with my two bestest friends in the whole world consist of texting. Seriously. I spoke with my best friend, whom I will be friends with forever, twice this past year. They were great talks and I enjoyed them. Before we started texting, I put a reminder in my calendar to call or email her once a month. I'm a shitty friend and not THAT busy. I prefer texting because then I have control over when I respond and can really monitor what I say. I think that is the proper use of whom. I don't like when people try to intrude in my little world. Or rather, when they try to take me out of my little world. Especially since I stopped "self-medicating." There are people that can't drive from point a to point b without getting on the phone to talk to someone. I just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching "How It's Made" (taped the marathon yesterday). Learning about hams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-1284421054455641697?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/1284421054455641697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/1284421054455641697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-people-when-theyre-not-polite.html' title='i hate people when they&apos;re not polite'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-2825340900155790506</id><published>2010-01-01T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T09:45:00.098-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jersey shore'/><title type='text'>i'll just sit tight, through the shadows of the night</title><content type='html'>I'm watching Jersey Shore. The aftermath of Snooki getting clocked. Do they actually call her "Snickers" or are they saying "Snookers" and my closed caption is not correct. I can't tell. Obviously the most interesting characters are Snickers, Pauly D and Mike (AKA The Situation). I can't even tell the other girls apart (JWOW and Sam?). I'm not trying hard, but it irritated me when Snickers was talking about her attacker being released on bond, the other girl was like, um, yeah, do you want to go tanning? The boys other than Pauly D and Mike--I can't tell them apart either. I think there are two? Vinny and Ronnie. I know one girl left because she couldn't handle the job they have for the summer--selling t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing Pauly D is older than Mike. Somebody needs to lay OFF the tanning. He looks 35, 36. Pauly looks pretty good--his hair has it's own personality. I actually think they are hilarious. They are dogs and the girls that fall for their lame-ass lines want to fuck that shit anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy (not even sure if he's a cast member) is talking about dancing and "fist pumping" while dancing. The girls they had over were laughing at him. Oh--a drink was thrown and hair is being pulled. Vinny was talking about fist pumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Snickers is hilarious and if I was 21, I would want to hang out with her. I think she's the best one. Shit, I want to hang out with her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This episode is all over the place and hard to focus on. Snickers is crying, Ronnie's parents are over, they're on a boat, Mike is cooking, chicks are fighting, party at the house, Mike getting stood up because he's a whore, they're dancing, Pauly is DJ-ing. It's exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like watching guys dance alone or in groups of other guys. I like watching dance competition type things (dance movies!), but not dancing at a club. I also don't like watching people sing, even when they are really good. It makes me uncomfortable for some reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-2825340900155790506?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/2825340900155790506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/2825340900155790506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2010/01/ill-just-sit-tight-through-shadows-of.html' title='i&apos;ll just sit tight, through the shadows of the night'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-1290246901656656978</id><published>2009-12-30T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:30:24.440-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhonj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhonyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhoa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the soup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RHOC'/><title type='text'>got to get a rain check on pain</title><content type='html'>I picked up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People&lt;/span&gt;'s 25 Most Intriguing People 2009 issue. I have kind of tuned out of watching/reading anything related to pop culture--except for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Soup&lt;/span&gt;, of course. I religiously watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Soup&lt;/span&gt; and miss it when it goes on hiatus. I guess Joel McHale needs a break too. I used to get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People, Us, InTouch, Life &amp;amp; Style&lt;/span&gt; and any other rag having anything to do with celebrity (glossy only, no Enquirer-type paper). We used to travel a lot and I would get lost in celeb gossip as the miles rolled by. I kind of miss that. Anyway, as I picked up the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People&lt;/span&gt;, I wondered how many of the Intriguing people I would know of, and why. I watch a little CNN in the morning, but pretty much stick to DVR'd favorite shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;I have watched Taylor Swift's video, You Belong with Me once and thought it was adorable. Then I saw part of an interview on one of those nightly news shows. She is adorable. Of course, the whole VMA thing seeped into regular news. I liked hearing she is a song-writer; what an inspiration and role model. It sounds like she has a good head on her shoulders, which is refreshing! I bought the December &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;InStyle&lt;/span&gt; because she was on the cover, but haven't read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad Pitt &amp;amp; Angelina Jolie&lt;br /&gt;So many hate on these two. I always thought the most gorgeous pictures of Ms. Jolie are when she was in Pakistan speaking with refugees. They didn't breed or adopt this year and did charity work and made a couple movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate Gosselin&lt;br /&gt;Really? This mean bitch. Watch some early seasons of J &amp;amp; K + 8 (before John is completely checked out). She is fucking horrible...to her husband and her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack &amp;amp; Michelle Obama&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mo'Nique&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing about Mo'Nique. She's "The Breakout Star" but hasn't she been around for years? Good for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chesley B. "Sully" Sullenberger III&lt;br /&gt;In case one watches even less news than I do, this guy is a pilot and he's a cool customer in an emergency and essentially saved countless lives (at least 155).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah&lt;br /&gt;People love Oprah. I remember one episode she had a girl on that was in an accident on her way to work and was paralyzed. Oprah brought her back on to berate her because her blood alcohol level was raised (I don't think it was over the legal limit). Instead of using this girl's accident as a teaching tool--sometimes after a night of drinking, you can wake up and still be impaired--Oprah just made this poor girl feel bad because she didn't let Oprah or the producers know she had been drinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the night before&lt;/span&gt;. This episode was years ago and it put me off Oprah. So, she's retiring. Good for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan Boyle&lt;br /&gt;That YouTube that was forwarded around. Yeah, I cried. It was beautiful. I loved the audience and Simon's reactions. Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;She was assaulted by her boyfriend. I've flipped through the sat radio, but never heard a full song. I have a tendency to only listen to music when a band member is deceased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaycee Dugard&lt;br /&gt;Wow. It gives everyone with a missing loved one hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kardashian sisters&lt;br /&gt;I've watched that show a couple times and see them on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Soup&lt;/span&gt; all the time. One of them is spawning. yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, if Ms. Spears is on medication, she keeps taking it. I don't care for her music (she's not dead), but no one should have to completely break down in front of everyone. (This was when I stopped reading the gossip rags).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Fucking Palin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/Sz45l02fQ2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/j4NKl1eZzB8/s1600-h/IMG_2998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/Sz45l02fQ2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/j4NKl1eZzB8/s320/IMG_2998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421834323405783906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fuck her--rogue, yeah, she is a rogue (see freedictionary.com definition below; if you like her #2 is your definition; if you think she's a fucking cunt, all others apply). If she somehow gets elected in 2012, the Mayans were right. It is the end of the world (I know that is not what the Mayans said--it's the end of an era). I hate this bitch. Sarah Fucking Palin and that horrid Gosselin woman can get in a car and pull a Thelma and Louise.&lt;br /&gt;Rogue&lt;br /&gt;n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt; An unprincipled, deceitful, and unreliable person; a scoundrel or rascal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;/b&gt; One who is playfully mischievous; a scamp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;/b&gt; A wandering beggar; a vagrant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. &lt;/b&gt; A vicious and solitary animal, especially an elephant that has separated itself from its herd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. &lt;/b&gt; An organism, especially a plant, that shows an undesirable variation from a standard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Real Housewives&lt;br /&gt;I love the RH bitches. Love them. In the picture is Kelly Bensimon, Gretchen Rossi, Momma (Caroline "Thick as Thieves") Manzo, and NeNe. I bought a NeNe pic for bestest friend from David Gilmore &lt;a href="http://prettyontheoutside.typepad.com/gilmore/"&gt;Pretty On the Outside&lt;/a&gt;. I bought a Kim for myself. &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/Davidgilmore"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop/Davidgilmore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen DeGeneres&lt;br /&gt;Ellen is an American Idol judge? Wow, I am out of it. (Love Portia de Rossi on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Better Off Ted&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil Patrick Harris&lt;br /&gt;Hosted some award shows--can't wait to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Perry&lt;br /&gt;I was overseas, out-of-touch, and when I came back, Tyler Perry was everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson's children&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to lose one's father. King of Pop or a regular Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Bullock&lt;br /&gt;I was pleasantly surprised with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Proposal&lt;/span&gt; and will watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Blind Side&lt;/span&gt; when it comes on DVD. Recently watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss Congeniality&lt;/span&gt;--what a fun movie. I'll probably even watch the movie where she's a stalker? Is she a stalker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;I try to listen to some of her music to see what is so special. I've read reviews stating how she's so cutting edge and uses all these influences that are so chic in her music. I guess what they are playing on the radio is over-processed crap-pop. Crop. Is she a socialite? I think I read that somewhere. She went to Julliard? "All this machinery making modern music can still be open hearted, not so coldly charted; it's really just a question of your honesty." Thank you Rush. I think Gaga is coldly charted, but that's my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Travolta&lt;br /&gt;Losing a child-there are no words. I'll think of Tony Manero dancing to "You Should Be Dancing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaz Bono&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Totally missed this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Patterson&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their own personal taste. He's attractive, I just don't find him THAT attractive. I think my husband is more handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padma Lakshmi&lt;br /&gt;She is so beautiful. She's having a baby. I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top Chef&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is all 25. One of the dogs has gas. It makes me think of Sarah Fucking Palin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-1290246901656656978?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/1290246901656656978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/1290246901656656978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2009/12/got-to-get-rain-check-on-pain.html' title='got to get a rain check on pain'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/Sz45l02fQ2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/j4NKl1eZzB8/s72-c/IMG_2998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-3332873412908910256</id><published>2009-12-27T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T13:55:05.014-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retouching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel ray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muffins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doll arms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glitz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid parents'/><title type='text'>you gotta stem the evil tide and keep it all on the inside</title><content type='html'>I was flipping through the &lt;a href="http://www.rachaelraymag.com/in-the-magazine/decemberjanuary-2010"&gt;Dec/Jan "EVERYDAY with Rachel Ray" magazine&lt;/a&gt;. I have it because I have an addiction to magazines-their glossy pages, short articles and colorful pictures. Recently, I have been buying magazines and not reading them. I have piles of unread magazines and I still buy more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the "Talk" section at the beginning of the magazine; it's a fun letters-type section. I think. Anyway, in the sub-section "Head-to-Head" (I think this is a regular feature--my other copies of the magazine are upstairs), some readers complain, some defend. This month's H2H is about a recipe in the October 2009 issue. The recipe was for "Halloween Buried Alive Muffins" and featured a tiny arm coming out of the muffin (they included the pic). Oh, the horrors! The Children will be frightened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Couldn't you have used a skeleton arm? Perhaps your staff does not have children, because if they did they would never have published such a disturbing image."&lt;br /&gt;Seriously Barb in Florida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady in the online forum of the Talk section said the following, "It's just not appropriate content for preschoolers. Sadly some children have to deal with death in their everyday lives and that developmentally they are unable to process horror images as not being real...My 7 year old son was asking questions about burying babies and why would they die, etc..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a FUCKING DOLL ARM. Walk down the aisle at a craft store and they have bags and bags of doll arms, legs and even heads! Does your 7 year old ask about dead babies when he sees poor baby-dolls wired in boxes, stacked row after row in the toy store? What the hell is wrong with these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an adult magazine (not "adult" adult, but for adults), not a kid's magazine.  There are recipes for drinks, photos of alcoholic beverages and ads for alcohol. All things one must be 21 years of age to legally imbibe. Additionally, tons of ads for different pans and cookware--a very small percentage of children would care about pans and cookware. That small percentage interested in pans and cookware would probably understand it's Halloween and baby-doll arms coming out of muffins doesn't mean there are miniature armless babies running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you let your kid see the picture you stupid fucking cows. When are (some) parents going to realize it is up to THEM to raise their children and monitor what their child eats, drinks, watches, hears, says, etc. Parenting is hard--that's why I have dogs. I want to post this on the "Talk" boards at RR, but you have to join and sign up and that blows. People threatened to cancel their subscriptions over the muffins--are these people in the real world, where people really die and babies really die? Fucking whining masses. They are muffins! And babies do die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here is something truly disturbing and fascinating at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.touchofglamour.com/Pageant%20Retouching%20Portfolio.htm"&gt;The Touch of Glamour Pageant portfolio.&lt;/a&gt; Really cool and unsettling (at the same time) scroll-over of retouching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-3332873412908910256?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/3332873412908910256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/3332873412908910256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-gotta-stem-evil-tide-and-keep-it.html' title='you gotta stem the evil tide and keep it all on the inside'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-8393195449768772976</id><published>2009-12-26T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T13:03:23.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WWHM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PLFM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jersey shore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TWOP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RHOC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>the road is callin' today is the day</title><content type='html'>I have a few blogs I read (or check) every day, or every other day...or so. Most of these blogs have lots of fans. Some author(s) have stopped blogging. twogirlsandagay.blogspot.com comes to mind. This blog has been inactive since Oct 11 2007 and the last time I checked it was a few months ago. I see now the pictures all say their photobucket accounts are inactive. It was a really funny celebrity blog. I even commented once-the only comment I ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another blog I check monthly is www.violentacres.com, just in case she started writing again. Last post was July 17 2009. She had a good voice and interesting stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blog (actually two) that recently made a reappearance is &lt;a href="http://whywomenhatemen.blogspot.com/"&gt;whywomenhatemen.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and it's companion (and my favorite of the two) &lt;a href="http://psychoticlettersfrommen.blogspot.com/"&gt;psychoticlettersfrommen.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Women Hate Men (WWHM) is a collection of over-the-top personal ads from men who know almost nothing about real women and think all women want to be treated like meat. (Some do.) Psychotic Letters From Men (PLFM) is correspondence from stalker-types to ex-girlfriends/wives or women they hardly know. It can be humorous. It can be frightening. The last post was about doing a quick background check on people one dates (a google search=name, email, etc). People lie on the internet--it's usually about their "build" or exact age, but it can be more serious--like being a &lt;a href="http://psychoticlettersfrommen.blogspot.com/2009/12/freedom-of-information.html"&gt;sex offender&lt;/a&gt;. The Weasel (the male author of both blogs) took a hiatus for a few months and is hopefully back! (I would pay to read these blogs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fugly Horse of the Day &lt;a href="http://www.fuglyblog.com/"&gt;www.fuglyblog.com&lt;/a&gt; is about the rampant breeding a crappy horses with no use other than lawn ornaments and how these creatures end up in trucks to slaughterhouses in Mexico and Canada. It also covers abuse and unsafe parenting practices around half-ton, unpredictable prey creatures. "Fugly" posts every day/two-three days. She is very consistent. Not a humor blog, necessarily--the auction reports (some with video) are depressingly tragic--but she does give good snark. I've read some complaints about her "followers" and a lot of times if she posts about something shown on YouTube, it's been pulled before I get to it. I don't participate in the comments and will read some, but really could not care less about an abuser's/bad trainer's/bad rescuer's feelings. I owe Fugly for introducing me to WWHM and PLFM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They closed up the RHOC TWOP board again (really, enforcing the "only talk about the show" rule is stupid, then close the MTV's Jersey Shore thread, because they are talking about the Circumstances (oh, it's The Situation--oops) appearances at a bar in upstate NY. That's not the show. I think some former castmembers of RHOC threatened lawsuits and TWOP (owned by NBC Universal) has no fucking balls. Anyway, I am lacking fun internet reading. I even tried the "next blog" feature on blogspot, but end up with foreign language blogs or sex blogs. I did find an interesting &lt;a href="http://femdom101.blogspot.com/"&gt;dominate female/submissive male blog&lt;/a&gt;--she was talking about making her husband play fetch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-8393195449768772976?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/8393195449768772976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/8393195449768772976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2009/12/road-is-callin-today-is-day.html' title='the road is callin&apos; today is the day'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-3886036708224535689</id><published>2009-11-12T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T06:08:58.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd wipe the cobwebs from my eyes</title><content type='html'>I had one of those mornings. From the moment my phone alarm went off, everything was just a little off. First, black dog and old yellow dog didn't honor the snooze. I closed my eyes, hoping to get those few minutes of rest; black dog whined and oy dog was trying to lick my face. So, I turn on the TV-infomercial, so I change it to CNN. I go to CNN because it's 600. If I hit the guide and page down once, I get the Science channel, which is what I really want. Anyway, I turn on CNN and I see one of the most useless wastes of oxygen to get so close to the Presidency, Sarah Fucking Palin. I'm too tired to do the guide/channel change and take the dogs out. They were good. We come back up and they are talking about the most useless waste of oxygen to...why is this bitch on my TV, she wants to dictate who can get married--Carrie Fucking Prejean. I guess she was on Larry King and took off her mike and was like, "We have to go" or something, then she sat there. If you are going to get upset at the softballs Larry King baby-tosses at you and threaten to leave, fucking leave you stupid fucking bitch. Her goddamn fake teeth are too big for her mouth. She just really irritated me. I don't care what her opinion is...she's a fucking clothes rack with tits and I think she was giving way more press and validation than her fucking IQ warrants. And there is a sex tape-surprise surprise. Anyone watching Sex Rehab sees the fucking uselessness of the Ms Teen "I'm a junkie sex addict" America/USA or whatever the hell that self-entitled bitch was and is NOT surprised Ms. Holier than thou, 'the bible hates gays' has a sex tape.&lt;br /&gt;That all ran through my head as I washed my face and pulled my hair back. Then, TJ Holmes came on. Sometimes TJ says stupid shit, but he is so pretty and he makes 5 am a lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm feeling a little better and I make my coffee and I get out to start my day. I'm at the light about .5 miles from my house and I reach down for my coffee. No luck, forgot it (serves me right for hating on Sarah and Carrie, right?!). Curses. I contemplate turning around...I don't. Then I realize I also forgot my grocery list. Oh, man.&lt;br /&gt;Things started looking up-the job was easy this morning and I headed to the store. I think I remembered everything and only spent $100. On my way home, I had one of those "do I have enough time to make this yellow" situations. I didn't. All of the groceries slid up to see what I was up to in the front of the car.&lt;br /&gt;It's good to write about it. I have a really tricky day and hope things get back on track--it could always be worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-3886036708224535689?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/3886036708224535689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/3886036708224535689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2009/11/id-wipe-cobwebs-from-my-eyes.html' title='i&apos;d wipe the cobwebs from my eyes'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-4240178393296526706</id><published>2009-11-06T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T10:35:42.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RHOC'/><title type='text'>when your conscience hits you knock it back with pills</title><content type='html'>Ahh, the original Bravo bitches are back! I watched about 10 minutes behind so I could skip commercials. I have spent the last three days reading the television without pity forums, even though they are heavily monitored. I've looked at pics of Tamra's house, Jeanna's house, learned Lynne is the one getting evicted and saw pictures (alleged) of Gretchen pre-plastic surgery. I've done other things, like work and watch a couple movies, but I keep hitting refresh and get a sense of excitement when I see two more pages have been written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much agree with the general consensus on twop. Gretchen is smarter and more manipulative than Tamra, but they are essentially cut from the same cloth, which annoys Tamra. I would prefer to hang out with Gretchen because she doesn't have kids or a shitty, controlling husband--WAY more fun (which also probably annoys Tamra). Tamra came off as a jealous cunt and that's too bad. She was a lot of fun on her first season and a bit on the last season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicki is a crazy bitch. I probably wouldn't loan Jeanna money either, but I wouldn't say anything on camera. Oh, and I don't feel sorry for her kids or Don--they could move away/get divorced if she annoys them that much. Obviously, she doesn't and they must like what she provides. I have a feeling off-camera Vicki is a little more mellow than on-camera Vicki. If Vicki was just a normal lady doing her insurance thing, never saying woo-hoo, everyone would be calling her boring. In the realm a trashy reality, boring is more grievous than crazy--boring is reality death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynne is sweet, a little delusional, a permissive parent, but she has a good heart and I think if she doesn't implode, she'll be the new Jeanna--trying to hold the crew together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to Jeanna, and this is where I diverge with the twop-ers. Yes, Jeanna should have saved, Jeanna should have been more responsible with her money, etc. When you have that much money coming in, it is extremely easy to spend-spend-spend, even when there are very dark clouds on the horizon. Imagine being able to buy whatever, whenever--you'll just make more! Then that ability to make more is taken away--it's not a position a lot of us have been in and it's hard to get out of that mind-frame. I do agree she shouldn't be so arrogant, I just can understand her lack of money management skills, especially if she hasn't needed them in a LONG time. Learning the value of a dollar and appreciating what one has is a priceless lesson I hope Jeanna is learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole franchise is ridiculous and the sinking of the economy made it more ridiculous. I take it for what it's there for--entertainment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-4240178393296526706?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/4240178393296526706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/4240178393296526706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-your-conscience-hits-you-knock-it.html' title='when your conscience hits you knock it back with pills'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-7653769696977785441</id><published>2009-11-04T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T07:28:31.605-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>i'll climb that hill in my own way</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to watch TV series for the mailed DVDs, and movies on the in-store exchange. I've walked the outer wall a lot recently and I'm having trouble finding movies to watch. I'm incredibly picky right now. I have enough sadness and drama in my life right now--I want to laugh. I usually like scary movies, not gore-I have enough of an imagination that I don't need the gore spelled out for me, thanks. Scary movies are out right now mainly because I'm alone. When the dog growls at the door at 2 in the morning, I get out the shotgun and I'm ready to kill someone. If I leave and don't alarm, I go through the house in case someone came in and they are hiding in the spare bedroom closet. This is mainly due to a rash of burglaries in the area where a gang of guys is just forcing their way into homes and robbing people at gunpoint. I don't answer my door unless I know someone is stopping by. Black dog helps by growling, barking and slamming into the door--I can only imagine what that looks like on the other side. I don't expect my dogs to protect me, but I think black dog would take a person out--she goes for the groin. And the little yellow one--oh, everyone thinks she's so sweet, but while the black one has got the person by the groin, that sweet yellow one goes behind and gets the hamstring or the knee. I know this because they do it--not with teeth, but their noses. Nose to the groin, nose to the back of the knee (that sweet spot at the top of the calf, where the knee collapses). My little stinkers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look for comedies; all types, although I'm getting a little tired of rom-coms. Don't get me wrong, I love a good romantic comedy--even a predictable one (wait, what rom-com isn't predictable), but there is some real crap out right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-7653769696977785441?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/7653769696977785441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/7653769696977785441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2009/11/ill-climb-that-hill-in-my-own-way.html' title='i&apos;ll climb that hill in my own way'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-1074111956735657510</id><published>2009-06-17T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:40:21.748-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Housewives of NJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartworm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bravo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>the pursuit of happiness just seems a bore</title><content type='html'>We had a recent addition to the family.  He is an older yellow male Lab from the shelter. He's very sweet. He was heartworm positive and is about halfway through his treatment. Even though he is older, he still wants to play and he just can't. He's a sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I decided to try SAM-e for my depression, or whatever is going on. I've been taking one pill in the AM for four days now. It seems to be helping. My motivation is up as is my energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching a lot of Friends and Seinfeld. Finished the Housewives of NJ last night--watched &amp;amp; texted with my friend S. It was an extremely boring season. The fight was good, but too little, too late. I think it was the dynamics of the relationships between the women. It was probably not a good idea to have 2 sisters and a sister-in-law be 3 of the 5 women. Blood is thicker than water and it doesn't make for good back-stabbing trashy reality. Everybody has to hate (or be jealous of) everybody. Come on Bravo, there is a "Housewives" formula--stick to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-1074111956735657510?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/1074111956735657510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/1074111956735657510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2009/06/pusuit-of-happiness-just-seems-bore.html' title='the pursuit of happiness just seems a bore'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-647593826907213681</id><published>2009-01-16T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:46:27.258-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gretchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VH1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TWOP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shocker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bravo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tool academy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RHOC'/><title type='text'>who controls the present now controls the past</title><content type='html'>So, the TWOP RHOC board is still down. I read Tamra's Bravo blog--there are a few comments, nowhere near normal. She explained everyone went home (in cabs, including Ryan) and Gretchen stayed over and had a sad, drunk talk (I'm adding the sad part--people tend to get maudlin at the end of the night) with Simon (who's mum had cancer). She's defending Ryan's actions--obviously, she hasn't wiki'd "shocker" yet. Maybe she didn't notice (at the time, or when viewing). I don't think she would care, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like parentheses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Tool Academy earlier--pure VH1 trashy gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-647593826907213681?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/647593826907213681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/647593826907213681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-controls-present-now-controls-past.html' title='who controls the present now controls the past'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-5856326277264077017</id><published>2009-01-16T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:33:12.291-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gretchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TWOP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunken highway theory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to be continued'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naked drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bravo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RHOC'/><title type='text'>who controls the present now?</title><content type='html'>I'm addicted to reality television. I love Bravo reality shows and some VH1 reality shows. I tend to stay in "cable television" land--USA, TBS, Bravo...(sometimes I hate myself because of my addiction.)&lt;br /&gt;I watch Celebrity Rehab, Sober House, the Rock of Love series, the Real Housewives (of any city), Top Chef (and the other Bravo "Tops", Bad Girls Club, Flipping Out--you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing to do is to watch the show on DVR, ff through commercials and then immediately going on Television Without Pity and seeing what everyone's reaction is/was.&lt;br /&gt;The Real Housewives of Orange County board has been locked again. My friend texted (I guess this is the past tense of "text") me during the show and said "tamra is a real sneaky bitch for doing that to gretchen"--at the time, I was not watching, so I had no idea. The TWOP RHOC boards usually have 10-15 new pages (this is totally an average off the top of my head). I watched the episode Wed morning-in shock. Wow. "Naked drunk" and the nasty son giving his nasty hand gestures (wiki "shocker"). I jumped on the boards--there were 20 pages already (I think episode comments started at pg 703). Basically all saying the same thing--Tamra and her entire family are nasty. The boards were shut down Wednesday at 9:05 pm at 740 pages. They are waiting for a "mod with more time" to delete posts and ban users. That sucks. I don't understand these people that put themselves on television, act a fool and then get pissed when people are abhorred by their actions. And for a board to shut down, delete and ban...whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to like Tamra. I thought she was funny and she had street smarts. She wasn't intelligent in a book sense, but she was savvy and probably could learn. I have always thought her son was a creep and I personally don't find him attractive, but I chalked it up to him being "that age" and I don't like his looks, which is personal taste--I'm sure there are girls that swoooooon when he walks into a room. After watching Tuesday's episode, I'm sad :(   My friend (the same one who texted me) used to encourage me to drink--but not in the weird way it happened on this show. She just wanted us to both be shitty. In Gretchen's drunken defense, a lot of people are saying "she's an adult, she's in control of herself, she should have stopped, blah, blah, blah." Seriously, have these people ever had shots, or wine, or strong drinks? It's like a highway--and there is an exit for "Nicely Buzzed - 2 Miles" but if you are doing shots, sitting, drinking, laughing, having people encourage you to drink (and apparently there was a wine tasting with each food course); you FLY by that exit and your next stop is the "Loaded/Blacked Out Rest Area"--and people can do ALL sorts of things and be blacked out and not remember a GD thing the next day (or ever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was mostly pissed that TWOP doesn't have the fucking balls to let people say what they want to say. Sure, some of the allegations were not necessary, but fucking Bravo shouldn't have left a "To Be Continued..." with Ryan and Gretchen behind closed doors, with the conversation left hanging. It was very suggestive and of course people were going to be shocked and pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-5856326277264077017?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/5856326277264077017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/5856326277264077017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-controls-present-now.html' title='who controls the present now?'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-7712680853058721483</id><published>2009-01-14T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:59:28.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>problems do have solutions, you know</title><content type='html'>We have all had it happen. You think you know someone. You really like (even love) someone. Then, you see that person's true colors and it is absolutely devastating. It is such a slap in the face when someone smiles and acts like they care about you, when really-they think you are a worthless piece of shit. I understand we all have masks we wear for different people, even if it just a small, thin mask. That is how we can make it in society. Shit, if I acted how I really feel inside, did what I really wanted to do, I would be hospitalized and/or heavily medicated. I don't let anything out. I had a friend once say, "I don't know anything about what is going on with you, I don't know you." Secrets. I have secrets and I keep secrets. I keep secrets about stuff that does not need to be kept secret.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to smash someone's face in today, but instead, I will smile and be polite. At least I have a day (or two) to prepare for niceties. I'm so tired of it. Bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-7712680853058721483?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/7712680853058721483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/7712680853058721483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2009/01/problems-do-have-solutions-you-know.html' title='problems do have solutions, you know'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-6383576312601955384</id><published>2009-01-13T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:27:46.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i fire up the willing engine, responding with a roar</title><content type='html'>Oh boy, it never ends. I'm tired of this roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream that I was shopping for a mini-recorder and I was trying to decide between digital and cassette. I keep forgetting things. I have a thought or a question and I think, "hey, I'll look that up." I open a tab and I can't remember what I wanted to look up. It's a little frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people hear voices, are the voices in their head, or is it like someone is talking to them from outside their head?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-6383576312601955384?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/6383576312601955384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/6383576312601955384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-fire-up-willing-engine-responding.html' title='i fire up the willing engine, responding with a roar'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-1028243780613614286</id><published>2009-01-06T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:00:09.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aerosmith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allman brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nitrous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hare krishna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john entwistle'/><title type='text'>i'm sure that someone is following me, oh yeah</title><content type='html'>So, a new year. Where is this life going? I think there is a midlife crisis afoot. I don't feel very old, but it is all relative. I see people around me and I don't want to be on pills and need drugs to keep going. I was reading about John Entwistle last night and the article mentioned the &lt;i&gt;Quadrophenia&lt;/i&gt; tour in 96-97. I went to one of those shows. I partied really hard at one of those shows. I partied hard at a lot of shows in that time period. Oh, we had a really good time at concerts. It was interesting the different crowds that would come out for the different types of music (all under the genre of rock). Lynard Skynard had pick-up trucks and confederate flags and a burning car. Seriously, the fans set a car on fire in the parking lot before the show. The fire trucks and cops came. We wandered away. The Allman Brothers brought out a lot of drugs. Guys walking around the grass selling "doses" out of their backpack with dancing bears on it. Hmmm. Aerosmith--one of the top 5 shows. Seriously, if you (the collective you) get a chance to see Aerosmith, even if you just kind of like their music, GO! These guys know how to put on a show. The Who was really good too and I'm so glad I got to see John Entwistle play live before he died. I probably had the most fun at Santana--I'm talking pre-show. I don't really remember the concert. Not Santana's fault. We loaded a couch and hibachi in my truck and wandered around bartering food and stuff. I think this is the concert we met the really nice Hare Krishna guy. Maybe not. He sat with us a while and gave me a book. We met a lot of cool people at concerts.&lt;br /&gt;I remember one incident while we were leaving a concert (I have no idea which one). A group of kids were doing whippets behind their car. Three of them--they each had a big balloon. As one girl sucked her balloon, she slowly crumpled to the ground. Her friend, still inhaling her own balloon, reached down and took the crumpled girl's balloon. Don't waste the nitrous, 'kay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-1028243780613614286?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/1028243780613614286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/1028243780613614286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-sure-that-someone-is-following-me-oh.html' title='i&apos;m sure that someone is following me, oh yeah'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-3919073981865846784</id><published>2008-10-09T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:43:55.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='msnbc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tj holmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mccain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cnn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>the roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry</title><content type='html'>I strongly recommend watching CNN on weeked mornings--simply because TJ Holmes is absolutely adorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-3919073981865846784?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/3919073981865846784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/3919073981865846784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2008/10/roar-of-guns-and-cannons-almost-made-me.html' title='the roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-5190277738219595263</id><published>2008-10-03T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:24:54.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><title type='text'>i can't find my bluebird!</title><content type='html'>Wow, I checked out. I haven't felt like writing and I've been busy working and starting another venture. I've been watching election coverage. It's depressing, especially where I live. I'm voting early.&lt;br /&gt;I've been sharing too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-5190277738219595263?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/5190277738219595263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/5190277738219595263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cant-find-my-bluebird.html' title='i can&apos;t find my bluebird!'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-2138283985220156679</id><published>2008-07-11T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T08:51:07.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luke&apos;s mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sasha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby borrowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jordan'/><title type='text'>mama, that's where the fun is</title><content type='html'>Ok, The Baby Borrowers--on NBC. I missed the first episode, but I watched the second and third. The couple that did so well with the baby, Sasha and Jordan, were given a two-year old named Luke. It didn't go well. Little Lukey's mommy said he was so easy, no problem, goes right to sleep, blah, blah, blah. So, this bitch was deluded. Maybe little Luke is the perfect child at home, but he was having some serious issues being separated. Three hours to fall asleep? And the mother just sat there and watched? I'm not a big fan of children, but even I know you don't let a kid cry like that for three hours! Sure, kids cry when you put them down--2o minutes, maybe 30 and then they sleep. Luke's mommy just said he's never heard the word "hey" (she had a weird, gleeful look)--so go help the kids. Obviously in your changeover, you forgot to give them a tip or two on how to handle your lovely son. She just sat there and bitched. She could have gone over and spoke with the teens--it is allowed. Maybe she knew they did well with the baby part and wanted them to see what a "problem child" would be like (not that Luke is a problem child, he obviously had a need--Maslow anyone?).&lt;br /&gt;So, Luke's mommy made a mistake by not intervening earlier to offer suggestions or let the teens know what they could be doing better and Sasha made a mistake by "going off" on the mother. Everyone had a miserable time and it probably could have been avoided by the mother stepping in early. They are teens, it is a "social experiment" (cough, cough), give them a break, but more importantly, give Luke a break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-2138283985220156679?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/2138283985220156679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/2138283985220156679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2008/07/mama-thats-where-fun-is.html' title='mama, that&apos;s where the fun is'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-5848105447102572842</id><published>2008-06-30T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T11:02:04.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nasty'/><title type='text'>you let your mind out somewhere down the road</title><content type='html'>I saw the most disgusting, nasty thing today. A chick--one of these entitled teens/early 20's that live around here--was driving her fancy little car. She was at the light behind me. She had perfect hair, perfect makeup and took her perfectly manicured pinky nail and shoved it up her nose...then into her mouth. I could not believe it--and she did it again. It was like watching an accident--I had to look away, but I...Blech. I dry-heaved and finally, the light turned green. I turned and she stayed behind me--I turned again and she turned too--two more turns and she was still behind me. I finally pulled over (I was at my destination) and she drove by in booger-eating oblivion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-5848105447102572842?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/5848105447102572842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/5848105447102572842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-let-your-mind-out-somewhere-down.html' title='you let your mind out somewhere down the road'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-80459237887265564</id><published>2008-06-29T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T18:33:44.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if my wings should fail me, lord, please meet me with another pair</title><content type='html'>3,900,162--this blog's rank on Technorati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNN's current (as of 7:30 eastern) headline is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; disturbing. &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/meast/06/29/us.iran/index.html" rel="bookmark" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/meast/06/29/us.iran/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--The Bush administration has launched a "significant escalation" of covert operations in Iran, sending U.S. commandos to spy on the country's nuclear facilities and undermine the Islamic republic's government, journalist Seymour Hersh said Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Hersh told CNN's "Late Edition with Wolf Blitzer" that Congress has authorized up to $400 million to fund the secret campaign, which involves U.S. special operations troops and Iranian dissidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the "main" story on CNN. On FoxNews.com, "Grizzly Mauls Teen in Bike Race" is higher up on the page, larger font--must be more important. Yes, a grizzly bear mauling a teen is more important than cross-border operations into Iran. O.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the administration, ambASSador, and the CIA (of course) deny, deny, deny. Where there is smoke, there is fire. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, less than 10 minutes later the CNN headline is about young evangelicals and "Jesus for President."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaay more important than cross-border ops. MSNBC.com is featuring "Weddings Add Flair to SF Gay Pride."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we go to war with Iran and GWB is still President and this is enacted:&lt;p&gt;    NATIONAL SECURITY PRESIDENTIAL DIRECTIVE (NSPD-51)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOMELAND SECURITY PRESIDENTIAL DIRECTIVE (HSPD-20)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;$5 gas will be the least of our problems. Although, as long as the average American has their cable TV (shit, myself included), their internet, and no rationing of food (I truly believe people would put up with gas rationing--we are paying $4 for a gallon of gas, why not?) I think the current administration could do whatever they want. People are so overwhelmed with their lives--either trying to pay bills or wondering if they will be able to buy a nicer Mercedes than the neighbor--they don't realize how many things we have lost in the name of safety/security. We will NEVER, EVER, EVER be completely safe/secure. NEVER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SGg255cHRJI/AAAAAAAAACY/VsLNpy8i1KM/s1600-h/puppydestruction.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SGg255cHRJI/AAAAAAAAACY/VsLNpy8i1KM/s200/puppydestruction.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217480536607900818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls with some paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/meast/06/29/us.iran/index.html" rel="bookmark" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-80459237887265564?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/80459237887265564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/80459237887265564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-my-wings-should-fail-me-lord-please.html' title='if my wings should fail me, lord, please meet me with another pair'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SGg255cHRJI/AAAAAAAAACY/VsLNpy8i1KM/s72-c/puppydestruction.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-8581652944145318340</id><published>2008-06-22T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T11:56:54.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='away'/><title type='text'>how shall i fill the final places</title><content type='html'>J is gone. I'm filled with sadness. He will be gone for a year or more. But, we have so many things to be thankful for. We will erase all debt and get back on "the plan" we had when we were both overseas. Too bad we mixed up with con men.&lt;br /&gt;The house fridge broke yesterday/today. Maybe it was sad too.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting better. Mostly, I'm not sure how much communicating we will be able to do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to keep on keepin' on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black dog has been whining a lot. I think she knows I am sad. She usually only whines about 20 minutes before meal time. She's perceptive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably blog more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-8581652944145318340?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/8581652944145318340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/8581652944145318340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-shall-i-fill-final-places.html' title='how shall i fill the final places'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-12291130689120549</id><published>2008-05-26T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T13:10:48.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liz trotta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk radio'/><title type='text'>get out of the road if you want to grow old</title><content type='html'>I have tried to keep my writing "clean" but I cannot with this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz Trotta. Not only did she suggest someone knock off Obama, she equated Obama with the head of al-Qa'ida. Mixed them up, ha, ha, ha. One breath and FoxNews (useless) is suggesting that Obama is on the same level as the man who ordered attacks on Americans everywhere. Are you fucking kidding me, FoxNews? Fuck Liz Trotta and her lame-ass apology. And Fuck FoxNews. She called that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;humor?&lt;/span&gt; The apology was awful, condescending, and fake. And prompted. Unpatriotic. Don't quit your day job--wait, America would be better if you did quit your day job and maybe stay in your house for the rest of your life. Liz, when the rapture comes, will you take care of my cat? (Rapture humor kills me--oh, and I wouldn't let this fucking stupid cunt touch my cat--she gets the name of the possible future President mixed up with the most famous &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;living&lt;/span&gt; terrorist).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to a lot of talk radio in the car. I flip through about 6 different channels during the hours of 11 and 5. I have come to the conclusion that the hosts don't really want change. If they had change, there would be nothing to bitch about. And they bitch. Several times I have heard guests that "have a plan" for change--change that would satisfy all but the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most rabid &lt;/span&gt;conservatives and liberal (the loonies in the grass) and the hosts start getting loud, saying that it won't work and blah, blah, blah. That irritates me, because they don't want a better America. They want ratings. They want to make fun of "Osama" and "Hussein" and "elites"--what the fuck do they mean by that anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-12291130689120549?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/12291130689120549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/12291130689120549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2008/05/get-out-of-road-if-you-want-to-grow-old.html' title='get out of the road if you want to grow old'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-3690444403499896543</id><published>2008-04-20T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T13:21:26.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alex jones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the resistance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mark dice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='georgia guidestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coast to coast am'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john conner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george noory'/><title type='text'>the dogs of doom are howling more</title><content type='html'>I love Coast to Coast AM with George Noory. Love it. I haven't been able to listen in a long while, but I am listening today. I'm listening to the January 25th, 2008 show featuring Alex Jones, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Elite's Master Plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an interesting monument in Georgia, the Georgia Guidestones. I lived close to it at one time and regret never visiting.  I first read about it in 2003. It states the following message in English, Spanish, Swahili, Hindi, Hebrew, Arabic, Ancient Chinese, and Russian (thanks Wikipedia.org):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maintain humanity under 500,000,000 in perpetual balance with nature&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guide reproduction wisely - improving fitness and diversity.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SAvuTebSJzI/AAAAAAAAACI/-OiQ1aTM7cY/s1600-h/Georgia_Guidestones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SAvuTebSJzI/AAAAAAAAACI/-OiQ1aTM7cY/s200/Georgia_Guidestones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191505013827053362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unite humanity with a living new language.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rule passion - faith - tradition - and all things with tempered reason.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let all &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nations" class="mw-redirect" title="Nations"&gt;nations&lt;/a&gt; rule internally resolving external disputes in a one world court&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoid petty laws and useless officials.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Balance personal &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rights" class="mw-redirect" title="Rights"&gt;rights&lt;/a&gt; with social duties.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prize truth - beauty - love - seeking harmony with the infinite.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be not a cancer on the earth - Leave room for nature - Leave room for nature.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;A party using the alias R. C. Christian commissioned the stones and they have been in Elbert County, GA since 1980.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, a Christian group wants the Guidestones broken up and used for construction. They are called "The Resistance." I am always interested in conspiracy theories. The world is a scary place and people in power will go to great lengths to maintain that power. I also believe things are happening and as long as the public-at-large has a roof and 300 channels, they won't care  the world is gone to crap and even the thinly veiled "freedom" we have now is completely GONE. What really pisses me off is when some person or group wants me to live my life by their rules. If I want to go see the GA Guidestones, watch Jessica Simpson's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These Boots Are Made For Walkin'&lt;/span&gt; video, have an RFID chip implanted in my forehead (which I wouldn't--that's how they are going to track us in the future--I think the army put one in my arm already--no lie)--so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the energy to research this guy (Mark Dice AKA John Conner) any more thoroughly. If he is really concerned about a global conspiracy, why does he care about frickin' Lindsay Lohan and Paris Hilton? From what little I have read and listened to, he doesn't run information to ground. Now, this is from an interview in 2006, so he may have done some legwork, but he knows the Guidestones are on land owned by a trust and he mentions in the interview the information is probably public knowledge, but he hasn't found out? As someone who has done research and analysis for a living, this is inexcusable. Also--do NOT compare the Guidestones to the 10 Commandments being on public property. Bad analogy. Piss-poor. Public, government-owned land is an entirely different animal than privately-owned property. I hate it when people whine about the First Amendment, but only when it applies to themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-3690444403499896543?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/3690444403499896543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/3690444403499896543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2008/04/dogs-of-doom-are-howling-more.html' title='the dogs of doom are howling more'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SAvuTebSJzI/AAAAAAAAACI/-OiQ1aTM7cY/s72-c/Georgia_Guidestones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-7719544455456785532</id><published>2008-04-19T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:20:00.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barney maddox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas state board of education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pat hardy'/><title type='text'>time doesn't wait for me, it keeps on rollin'</title><content type='html'>Well, it sure has been a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long time&lt;/span&gt;. I have a job, yay. Super fun, the BEST-job-ever! I have not felt very political, but it has been stirring up again. What can I do? I got in a tizzy the other day about the Texas State Board of Education. Google &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="vitstorybody"&gt;&lt;span class="vitstorybody"&gt;Barney Maddox. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="vitstorybody"&gt;&lt;span class="vitstorybody"&gt;Or read this...(Pat Hardy won). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/dn/localnews/columnists/sblow/stories/022808dnmetblow.2f91671.html"&gt;&lt;span class="vitstorybody"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="vitstoryheadline"&gt;&lt;span class="vitstoryheadline"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;State Board of Education race evolves into key vote for science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="vitstorybody"&gt;&lt;span class="vitstorybody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-7719544455456785532?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/7719544455456785532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/7719544455456785532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-doesnt-wait-for-me-it-keeps-on.html' title='time doesn&apos;t wait for me, it keeps on rollin&apos;'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-8295920848726642332</id><published>2008-02-04T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T11:43:13.049-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eli manning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='britney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tom brady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tmz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carbon-fiber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super bowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lionel ritchie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how it&apos;s made'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gisele'/><title type='text'>life is good wild and sweet</title><content type='html'>Wow. I'm watching "How It's Made" and they are showing how they make artificial eyes (ocular implants). Amazing. I really like this show. Some things take so much talent and skill. The one with the neon signs is amazing too. The one thing about this show, sometimes their background music sounds like Lionel Richie's "All Night Long."&lt;br /&gt;The Super Bowl was awesome! I was rooting for the Giants because I like underdogs. It's very American. Tom Brady looked tired. Maybe from being followed around by paparazzi trying to catch a pic of Gisele. Maybe from trying to convince everyone he does/doesn't have an injury that will affect his play--which wouldn't have been an issue if the paparazzi wasn't following him around when he was going to see/going out with Gisele, taking pictures of him with a thing on his leg, then going out, apparently fine. While this isn't Tom Brady's fault, but TMZ making fun of Eli and his fiance; other "gossip blogs" comparing Gisele and Eli's fiance (Abby McGrew?)--what the hell is wrong with these people. I guess with favorite target Britney in lockdown, they have to pick on "regular" people. And one may bring up the point if Ms. McGrew is going to marry Eli Manning, she's asking for exposure. Really? Can anyone in "gossipland" even name 3 other non-celebrity wives/girlfriends/fiances of any other quarterbacks? I mean, without googling anything. Some of the comments were so sad. People saying "mean things" about Ms. McGrew--how would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; like to be compared to Gisele? Losers. The commenters, not Tom Brady and Gisele.&lt;br /&gt;Oooo, carbon-fiber cellos. Hmmm, I have to decide on carbon-fiber or wood for my car. Carbon-fiber looks cool, but i've always wanted a car with real wood trim. I'll probably go with wood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-8295920848726642332?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/8295920848726642332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/8295920848726642332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-is-good-wild-and-sweet.html' title='life is good wild and sweet'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-1899209093447382294</id><published>2008-01-29T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T08:14:16.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wealth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='con man'/><title type='text'>well, i think i'll go turn myself off</title><content type='html'>Lots of things happening. I'm getting a job, just as we are on the cusp (once again) of being wealthy. This time it is going to happen. We deluded ourselves thinking we were so close before. This is close. We didn't know we were in business with a master con man.  All the ups and downs over the past year, thinking we were so close and having our hopes--not dashed, but slowly deflated over time. We also watched the con man do his magic from afar. The person involved was warned--we are not malicious people--he just didn't care, greed, my friends, greed will make people forget to feed their fish.&lt;br /&gt;This was originally going to address some other issues.&lt;br /&gt;I am paranoid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-1899209093447382294?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/1899209093447382294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/1899209093447382294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-i-think-ill-go-turn-myself-off.html' title='well, i think i&apos;ll go turn myself off'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-7891366538427150826</id><published>2008-01-11T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T08:59:03.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turbulence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apocalyspse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seatbelts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creationism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airplanes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RHOC'/><title type='text'>the pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/R4dfpI43aII/AAAAAAAAACA/JVj4wyq_qdE/s1600-h/Slide1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/R4dfpI43aII/AAAAAAAAACA/JVj4wyq_qdE/s320/Slide1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154193458914093186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the verbal threat may not have been from the Iranian speedboats? WTF. Actually, I'm not that surprised. These people have such a hard-on for Iran, hoping it will bring about their rapture. Whatever. I guess snow fell in Baghdad, which according to "rapture ready" is a sign of the end times. The AP report quoted a few Iraqis that never saw snow, but heard stories from their parents. I love seeing people when they first witness snow. I had a friend from the Bahamas and when he first saw his breath, he was amazed. Then, we told him when it got really cold, his breath would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freeze&lt;/span&gt;. The look on his face was priceless, and then he said, "nah....really?...naah." He was (and I'm sure still is) such a great guy. Oh well, rapture or not, snow is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand people who poo-poo evolution. J has even said he believes in a revised creationism/evolution type thing. I was shocked, but he was raised baptist in the belt. I remember arguing with a neighbor girl when we were probably in 2nd or 3rd grade. She said the scientists planted all the fossils to propagate the lie of evolution (obviously, this is not a direct quote). Once again, I was shocked. I went to Sunday school and my family was quite active in church, but I never once thought there was a global conspiracy to plant dinosaur fossils worldwide. Maybe it was my early and long-time love and thirst for knowledge about horses. In all the horse books it shows the progression of the evolution of the horse--eohippus, orohippus, mesohippus, miohippus, merychippus, etc, etc, to equus caballus. From a creature the size of a fox with 5 toes, to a creature that can weigh over a ton with one toe. If anyones horse has ever "popped a splint" they have a visual of where some of those toes ended up. But the scientists have planted all those splint bones in all those horses, all those vestigial toes. Ok. Maybe I'm going to hell.&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty good holiday. I haven't written anything. Traveling. I'm listening to a story about turbulence. The plane dropped like 5000 feet. People were flying around. I always wear my seatbelt on the plane and make J do so too. I think an accident "back in the day" where a section of a plane lifted of the top and, although some seats were ripped out, people who had their seatbelts on, they were fine. People who did not--well, they flew out the hole.&lt;br /&gt;Well, time to ramble on. I'm going to go read the snark about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real Housewives of Orange County&lt;/span&gt;. The show is both hard to and hard not to watch. Total guilty pleasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-7891366538427150826?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/7891366538427150826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/7891366538427150826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2008/01/pain-of-war-cannot-exceed-woe-of.html' title='the pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/R4dfpI43aII/AAAAAAAAACA/JVj4wyq_qdE/s72-c/Slide1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-957503995866668473</id><published>2007-12-20T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T13:11:15.565-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='covenant marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black markets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='huckabee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cost of children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrorists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairtax'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homosexuals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abortion'/><title type='text'>the lunatics are in my hall</title><content type='html'>Ah, the quest for Huckabee. Yeah, I don't care for his politics. He seems like he's probably a nice person, and I congratulate him on his significant weight loss--that's a super accomplishment (I'm being serious).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read about FairTax; he's boiled it down to something that sounds really simple and 'fair'-unless, of course, you plan on buying things. He seems to want us all to live a Spartan lifestyle and we'll save on taxes. I don't know-our government is full of waste, but what is going to be cut. Medicare/Medicade, education, military, veteran's benefits, states benefits, parks, salaries of gov't workers? The list goes on and on. The average salary of rank and file members of US Congress is over 160,000. That's 540 people. That's 86,400,000 annually. Just an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From how I understand FairTax, it will be set up like a great big country-wide sales tax and this money will run our country. It sounds great in theory, but I can see a great big black market starting. HUGE. It may actually be good for our country. I can see people starting their own gardens, learning to make their own goods, back to a barter system. Maybe we would start using cash again. Agencies would have to be created to regulate the black market trade. There are people that don't pay federal income tax now. The current system is flawed, yes, but this may be too oversimplified to work. So our goods would have a federal consumption tax levied--what about additional state taxes on goods? Take a look at items that already have state and federal tax and how much certain states screw people over (gas, cigarettes). So, we'd be making all this money, but we'd possibly be prohibited from buying the things we want (not need--we'll get reimbursed for our needful things). I agree we've become very materialistic, but is this the way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All of us will get a monthly rebate that will reimburse us for taxes on purchases up to the poverty line, so that we're not taxed on necessities. That means people below the poverty line won't be taxed at all." Hmm...in 2006, in the United States of America, the poverty threshold for a single person under 65 was US$10,488; the threshold for a family group of four, including two children, was US$20,444. I bet that would be readjusted-quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe that our massive deficit is not due to Americans' being under-taxed, but due to the federal government's over-spending." You cannot be serious Huckabee. Federal government over-spending? I took a look at the ever increasing cost of the war. Imagine what could be done with that money. And our government is spending like a bored housewife with a no limit card (no offense to bored housewives).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the more inflammatory aspects of Huckabee. Constitutional amendment for marriage. "What's the point of keeping the terrorists at bay in the Middle East if we can't keep decline and decadence at bay here at home?" Are you kidding me? Seriously, Huckabee, basically, you're saying why even bother protecting ourselves when the homosexuals are trying to get married and unmarried women are having sex and making babies out of wedlock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's up with "covenant marriages?" Covenant marriages basically make it harder to get a divorce. Couples go through counseling, and divorces are granted for abuse, felony, adultery, abandonment, or long periods of separation. So, someone needs to be "the bad guy/gal." Sometimes, people don't love each other, don't even like each other--it can happen 20-30 years in. So, they should stay together and make each other miserable til death. Imagine living with someone you hate and god can't fix it. No thanks. I don't see a problem with getting counseling--perhaps measures like this should be put in place for people to have children. Basic parenting classes, what being a parent really means-how much children cost. A child can cost from 230,000-260,000 depending on residence area; that's with a public college education and average income, two-parent family. Now, if the child wants a private college education-over 300,000. If the child decides to work right out of high school--a steal at 185,000-208,000. Now, children are priceless (cough, gag), but people should know what they are getting into. Especially single-parents. Way more expensive. A two-parent home with an income of 38,000-64,000 living in the midwest with a child that goes to public college can expect that child to cost    &lt;strong&gt;$234,694. &lt;/strong&gt;A single-parent with the same criteria can expect to spend    &lt;strong&gt;$340,930.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Which segues nicely to "sanctity of life." How can Huckabee propose that he wants to downsize government is such a radical way and then, turn around and get into a  women's very personal business and decisions. He goes on and on about unwed mothers and the cycle of poverty, but then he wants to take away women's right to choose. This guy is scary-where does it end? Women will get abortions-they did before it became legal. He makes no mention of his thoughts about abortion in the case of the life of the mother, rape, or incest. I personally believe women should receive counseling and learn about all the options-but seriously, do these people think women in a situation of an unwanted pregnancy do not think of all their options? Really? Unwanted pregnancies not terminated produce unwanted children. Unwanted pregnancies are the result of mistakes. Why don't we begin educating young men and women about abstinence, sure, but also about the choices they need to make if they are going to have sex-and believe me, these kids are having sex. Show them how to properly use condoms, give them access to condoms. Birth control, anyone? Abstinence only has only limited short-term benefits and no long-lasting positive impacts. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does it end? A woman's right to choose gets taken away. A couples right to get married at the JP (or Vegas) is unlawful. What if Huckbee decides Labrador Retrievers are morally reprehensible, do we roll over and let David hang and slit our dogs' throats? What if he wants laws that no dancing be allowed, or women must wear skirts and not speak out of turn? These are obviously exaggerated concepts, and in no way come from anything I've read about Huckabee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: I'm just afraid. Afraid of Mike Huckabee taking away my freedoms. My freedom of religion (if it doesn't jive with his religion-and it doesn't); my freedom to get a divorce if I ever need to (even if my husband hasn't abused me, committed a felony, adultery, abandonment, or long periods of separation); my freedom to have a safe and legal abortion. Stay out of my f-ing womb Huckabee. Stay Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-957503995866668473?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/957503995866668473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/957503995866668473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2007/12/lunatics-are-in-my-hall.html' title='the lunatics are in my hall'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-6439673497077633347</id><published>2007-12-19T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T18:45:12.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afghanistan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrorism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the cost of war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='huckabee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iraq'/><title type='text'>wave upon wave of demented avengers march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream</title><content type='html'>Well, I decided to take a quick quiz to see which candidate I am most in tune with (google mpr candidate quiz). I also wanted to see about Huckabee-I matched 4 out of the 15 "issues" with him (scored a 10.0). There were worse candidates (for me). Huckabee and I saw eye to eye on Iran, immigration, energy and the death penalty. So, I decided after yesterday's anger I felt toward this man and his family (specifically dog-killer David, I know nothing about his wife or other children, but this woman spawned a dog torturer, so hmm...), I wanted to learn about him and his message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some background--I was raised Democrat. My grandfather was a county Commissioner for 20 years in a RED county (not blue, or even purple--true, blood red). After having people publicly attack my family and even teachers at school criticize me for my family's politics, I really didn't get involved or really give a flying poo about politics. I went to college-which can be a place where childhood truths are either strengthened or destroyed; OR, it's a place where you get your grades while you have A LOT of fun, fun, fun. I had fun. Then I joined the military. Try saying your a Dem in the military. Then 9/11 happened and a lot of Bush happiness. A lot of "thank god" Gore had not been elected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think where we would be if UBL had been killed in the '98 airstrikes in Afghanistan (when Gore was VP). I recall Clinton got a lot of criticism for these attacks. Would Khalid Shaykh Muhammad have continued with the planning and execution of 9/11? Allegedly, UBL approved the attacks in 1998-1999, but KSM came up with the plan in the mid-1990's. So, no one knows. What I do know is the Iraq war has cost the US a lot of money. A lot of money and a cost we cannot even quantify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no problem with the war in Afghanistan. I was part of both wars and the war in Afghanistan was working--we were catching and killing terrorists and helping a country get "freedom" and "liberty" from the Taliban. Cut to 2002. It just didn't feel right anymore. The energy wasn't there. For lack of a better word, the "righteousness" of it all. Then, we got attacked several times. We expected to be slimed every time. Guess we didn't get the memo about the WMD's in Iraq being a bunch of bull. When J and I left earlier this year, we were out-processing and the guys out-processing us laughed because we had pro-masks--they don't even bother issuing them to contractors anymore (I don't know about military-probably-we always had to take a bunch of crap we never used). WMD's in Iraq, yeah, Bush had a bridge for sale and the American people wrote the check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I profited from the war, I also worked really hard for the money. I worked hard doing a job the military guys didn't want to do (they were capable, it was just a crappy job). I averaged 16 hour days and took a half day off once a week--if I was lucky. I was on call 24/7. I ate at my desk. We got pretty lucky though-at least we had desks and buildings-it can always be worse. We only got a direct hit once and we happened to be outside at the time. Well, enough glossed over, vanilla war stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, Huck's Army-which is what probably got me thinking about the real Army and military--they have ranks and you can join the "special forces." They are going on and on about Romney right now, posting articles for Huck's Army members to push to different media outlets and blog about, which is what I'm doing, I guess. I scored a 6.0 with Romney, so I'm even less likely to choose him as my candidate. I match 4 things with him also--energy, stem cell research, the death penalty, and social security. Now what is interesting, is I answered 'not sure' on whether I favor the concept of the privatization of Social Security--mainly because I don't know enough about it to answer either way. Does this mean Romney isn't sure either? He's the only one that isn't sure about the privatization of Social Security. Odd for a candidate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-6439673497077633347?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/6439673497077633347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/6439673497077633347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2007/12/wave-upon-wave-of-demented-avengers.html' title='wave upon wave of demented avengers march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-2324057673827287700</id><published>2007-12-18T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T20:02:04.796-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruelty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='torture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='huckabee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake Christians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bsa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weapons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abuse'/><title type='text'>you're the finest dog I knew, so fine</title><content type='html'>I wouldn't vote for Huckabee (I find his politics frightening), but after reading about his son's alleged torture/abuse/murder of a dog, I would hope his blatant disregard for other living beings and the laws of our land would show how much of a "Christian" he is NOT. I can't believe people of faith would support someone who would condone torturing man's best friend to DEATH. This monster of a son would possibly represent our country as the son of the President--are you kidding me??!!!?? A high, if not higher profile than Michael Vick, in a global sense. Hunting aside (most hunters pride themselves on a "clean kill" where the hunted animal does not suffer), does this mean Huckabee's son was raised to cruelly torture animals? And Presidential candidate Mike Huckabee's son thinks he can take loaded weapons into airports? (Which means this a-hole is walking around armed-very scary.) And he made Eagle Scout--Shame on the BSA, shame on the entire state of Arkansas, and shame on anyone who calls this family "Christian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/R2iRKI43aEI/AAAAAAAAABk/3rsme2CIdcQ/s1600-h/IMG_195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/R2iRKI43aEI/AAAAAAAAABk/3rsme2CIdcQ/s320/IMG_195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145522177641506882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huckabee claims his son told him the dog had mange and was emaciated. The dog pictured here is my dog I found when I was younger. She passed away at 15. This dog had mange (no fur on her ears--at all) and was emaciated when I found her. Did I feel the need to torture the dog by hanging her and slitting her throat and throwing rocks at her until she died? No--I took her to the f-ing vet and got her better and she was the best dog E-V-E-R. She would do anything I asked and she was smart. If she growled or barked at someone--watch out, this person was a sh*t bag--not probably, or maybe--no, a sh*t bag. I trusted this dog more than I trusted people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically, screw Mike Huckabee and his dog-killing son, David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and see what happens if the son/daughter of someone who isn't a former governor/Presidential candidate walks into an airport with a LOADED weapon in his/her carry on. Anyone care to try? Didn't think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-2324057673827287700?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/2324057673827287700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/2324057673827287700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2007/12/youre-finest-dog-i-knew-so-fine.html' title='you&apos;re the finest dog I knew, so fine'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/R2iRKI43aEI/AAAAAAAAABk/3rsme2CIdcQ/s72-c/IMG_195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-6527951272799955062</id><published>2007-12-18T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T17:35:58.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='svu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survivor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RHOC'/><title type='text'>one of these days, i'm going to cut you into little pieces</title><content type='html'>Well, more good news this week and J's off traveling. I had a pretty good day; worked for several hours on-line and put everything up about 3 hrs ago. I got a little ranty over the weekend. Went to our storage unit to get dvd's and some chucks. The only problem, we didn't take anything to put in the unit, so we just have more stuff in our room. &lt;br /&gt;Trying to decide whether or not to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real Housewives of Orange County.&lt;/span&gt; It's a guilty pleasure, it just hasn't been much pleasure. It's kind of boring? Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Survivor&lt;/span&gt; was just boring on Sunday. I think Courtney should have won. She didn't kiss anyone's ass, she didn't even really care about being there--sure, she was one of those "I'm from NYC, so I'm better than you, even if you're the coolest, smartest, richest, funniest, and nicest person on the planet" people, but she had a wry wit and it was fun to watch her turn into more and more of a skeleton. I guess she's originally from Boston--that is very possibly wrong and I don't care enough about it to verify. As to her weight--personally, I thought she looked MUCH better at the reunion show--she was still skinny, but she didn't look like Skeletor. Speaking of weight, I started a diet two weeks ago and have lost 10 lbs so far. MIL, J and I started the South Beach Diet. It's actually pretty easy--not so easy on the road, really, how many fast food grilled chicken salads can one eat? We'll have to figure something out for that, especially when we travel for the holidays. Perhaps we'll try the frozen pre-made foods. I'll check out packaged foods next time I go to the store.&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Law &amp;amp; Order: SVU&lt;/span&gt; right now--something with these kids hurting each other so they "feel" something--or that's what the defense was. I remember in the military when we'd all be drinking on the quad and the guys would start wrestling and they'd really f* each other up. There was this one very odd night, I guess some of the boys were watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blade&lt;/span&gt; and playing the soundtrack loud and thinking they were some kind of vampires. They were cutting each other. Boys are weird.&lt;br /&gt;Black dog is whining, it's almost time to eat. She has an amazing internal clock. It used to be even more accurate, but daylight savings time screwed her up a bit. She usually gives a whine or two when it's 30 minutes prior to eating time, then a whine that escalates to a bark when it's time. She's a funny dog. Yellow dog doesn't whine or cry or bark much at all inside. Black dog is the "spokespuppy."&lt;br /&gt;They are both good girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-6527951272799955062?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/6527951272799955062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/6527951272799955062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-of-these-days-im-going-to-cut-you.html' title='one of these days, i&apos;m going to cut you into little pieces'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-5979481967152181801</id><published>2007-12-15T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T09:05:46.974-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike Minton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruelty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chip England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Bernard Parish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WMD'/><title type='text'>we are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon</title><content type='html'>Why is it when someone finds out I am an animal lover, they feel the need to tell me some horrible story where an animal suffers tremendously before dying? Why? And they seem to take a certain glee when they tell me. There was this one guy in the military that would tell me about his ranch and his horse broke a leg and they ended up dining on the horse. Several times, this guy told me this story. Mind you, I do not get all emotional when people tell me. I kind of just freeze and nod and smile (if appropriate) or frown (if appropriate) and wish they would shut up. I'm not a vegetarian even--I just love animals and my undergraduate is in equine management. When they find out what my degree is (either they know what "equine" is, or they ask), they launch into these horrible stories--barb wire, broken legs hanging, crushed skulls, failed trailer floors (ugh), puppies being used for skeet. I think about what I could say back, but it is too much.&lt;br /&gt;Don't even get me started on those f-ing "cops" in St. Bernard Parish (Mike Minton and Chip England) in Katrina. (Google st. bernard parish dog shooting) I just hope people don't forget about them. I'm sure there were things they could have been doing that would be helpful, instead of killing dogs.&lt;br /&gt;I'll even say this-we weren't there, we didn't know their mindset, but really--did they really and truly feel threatened--like their lives were going to END if they left those dogs alone? I've had my life threatened many times-I thought I was going to die a horrible chemical death at one point because of a failed mask and a NBC alert (the alert turned out to be erroneous-but "President" Bush told us there was WMD, right--I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dislike&lt;/span&gt; that guy)-so I know what it feels like--kill or be killed, very primal. I don't think Mr. Minton or Mr. England were in that position.  No honor among those people and the agencies in LA protecting them should be ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of this earlier this morning. No one else is awake, besides the dogs and, while they listen really well, they can't offer thoughts. Actually, they kind of act like a live blog/message board, just no one else can read it and it makes one look a little crazy having deep conversations with animals. Black dog and I are going to go get the mail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-5979481967152181801?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/5979481967152181801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/5979481967152181801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-are-stardust-we-are-golden-we-are.html' title='we are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-6053556104277145835</id><published>2007-12-14T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T08:16:31.190-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bully sticks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survivor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Led Zeppelin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naomi Campbell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classic rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>and the time will come when you see we're all one, and life flows on within you and without you</title><content type='html'>Today was very quiet. Each dog got a bully stick this morning. Yellow dog doesn't like to touch it with her paws, but she eats it way quicker. Black dog, who is such an energetic dog, eats hers very slowly. One would think it would be the other way around. Hmmm.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survivor&lt;/span&gt; finale on Sunday. It seems like the season went a lot faster than it actually did. Any time we would go away or J would be away, the show would be dvr'd until we could watch it together. I prefer to watch shows dvr'd or online or entire seasons on dvd.&lt;br /&gt;I read some reviews of the Led Zeppelin concert; sounds like the concert was amazing. I also noticed some "celebrity news" when I was searching for reviews. Like Naomi Campbell was going berserk (no, no, not her--she's usually so balanced) and Noel Gallagher from Oasis being too drunk and not remembering his conversation with Jimmy Page (I can relate to that). It just pissed me off that "news" organizations can't focus on the show and instead I'm reading about Ms. Campbell's stolen purse, or lost blackberry with a bunch of celeb numbers and the number of "someone special." Apparently, she also accused Dave Grohl's entourage of taking it or some such nonsense--but her publicist was certain to let us know that Ms. Campbell enjoyed the show. Whatever, there are people that would have sold their first-born to be at that show and this bitch can't even have an assistant watching the phone at all times--oh, wait, she needs to keep control of the phone, in case she needs to throw it at someone's head.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have no problem with Naomi Campbell. She's a gorgeous woman and people will work for her, no matter what she's thrown at past employees-hey, a job's a job. I just have a problem with the fact that I "google news" Led Zeppelin concert and I get a couple reviews and a bunch of crap about Naomi Campbell and her missing blackberry (of course there is much more information about the concert now).&lt;br /&gt;I had a thought about her throwing phones and the missing blackberry-it's really a good example of karma, no? And I actually feel bad for her--we put so much information on our cool little gadgets, it can be devastating--but I want to read how they were older, sure, but man, could they ROCK!  I'm just bitter because I wanted to go so bad. I saw P&amp;amp;P, but I played bass back in the day and I really, really wanted to see JPJ.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-6053556104277145835?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/6053556104277145835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/6053556104277145835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-time-will-come-when-you-see-were.html' title='and the time will come when you see we&apos;re all one, and life flows on within you and without you'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-6902885973451053430</id><published>2007-12-12T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T09:06:32.873-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maserati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melrose Place'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classic rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>don't you notice how the wheel goes round</title><content type='html'>SoapNet started showing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Melrose Place&lt;/span&gt; from the beginning on Monday. I never watched it, because I was out of the country when it premiered in '92. I'm really excited. Today's episode has a special guest star-the lead singer of LA Guns. I believe I saw LA Guns open for Poison back in the day, wow. Wasn't really a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; fan of either band. I've always had an affinity for Classic Rock. Now, I've wandered off the path occasionally, but I always, always come back. Some would argue that Poison (at least, and Motley Crue) would be considered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;classic rock&lt;/span&gt; but I just can't put them in that genre yet. It's all subjective really.&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch soap operas--I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guiding Light&lt;/span&gt; for about a month years ago. My favorite show on right now is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday Night Lights. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I also really like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chuck&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pushing Daisies&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carpoolers&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cavemen&lt;/span&gt;. On the reality front--I like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Survivor&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top Chef, Project Runway&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real Housewives&lt;/span&gt; (I know, I know--I want to know how NOT to act when we are millionaires). The ladies aren't that bad--I don't have that need to be invited to parties by my neighbors or give a poo what they think--I plan on buying and picking up my Maserati in Converse and jeans and a T-shirt (if it's cold out, maybe I'll wear a salvie sweater). I would like to take black dog too--since I think I'll get black with black interior (she'd match). Would they die if we bought this expensive vehicle and let a rambunctious black lab jump in the back on the fine Italian leather? She slobbers too-ah, noseprints. I think we'll pass on the dog, but I am wearing my Converse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-6902885973451053430?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/6902885973451053430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/6902885973451053430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2007/12/dont-you-notice-how-wheel-goes-round.html' title='don&apos;t you notice how the wheel goes round'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-6894178624598928096</id><published>2007-12-07T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T19:58:34.039-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>caught you smiling at me, that's the way it should be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/R1l4d0bOCdI/AAAAAAAAABM/zv1K4kt5LZQ/s1600-h/kashmirsmile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/R1l4d0bOCdI/AAAAAAAAABM/zv1K4kt5LZQ/s200/kashmirsmile.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141272903304481234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/R1l1RUbOCbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0vvHuqS4nP4/s1600-h/Kashmir-chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/R1l1RUbOCbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0vvHuqS4nP4/s200/Kashmir-chair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141269390021233074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's black dog's first birthday! She's currently sitting next to me with her birthday bone. At least she isn't running around like a crazy dog-she has the last week or so. She's a very smart dog and learns quickly. She was housebroken very quickly and only ever had 5 accidents, all of which were my fault. She loves the camera (yellow dog does not) and she's our little "supermodel." She is extremely shiny-her coat is gorgeous and soft. She's pretty and she knows it-I know that's anthropomorphic, but if anyone saw the way she prances and hams it up in front of people, other animals--even the camera. Unlike yellow dog, she has no idea how big she is, but she is getting better. She's a sweet, happy dog. She's the one I chose--I like to think she chose me too. She's my bud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-6894178624598928096?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/6894178624598928096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/6894178624598928096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2007/12/ah-caught-you-smiling-at-me-thats-way.html' title='caught you smiling at me, that&apos;s the way it should be'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/R1l4d0bOCdI/AAAAAAAAABM/zv1K4kt5LZQ/s72-c/kashmirsmile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-4269747197552022563</id><published>2007-12-06T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T20:26:02.417-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='company'/><title type='text'>zig zag our way through the boredom and pain</title><content type='html'>Great news today--we may know if it's a done deal by mid-week next week. J is away, coming back another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-4269747197552022563?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/4269747197552022563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/4269747197552022563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2007/12/zig-zag-our-way-through-boredom-and.html' title='zig zag our way through the boredom and pain'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-7870299551484063366</id><published>2007-12-05T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T08:53:43.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coyotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>when your old and your eyes are dim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/R1l6gkbOCeI/AAAAAAAAABU/6ZiVENVzh60/s1600-h/puppydestruction.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/R1l6gkbOCeI/AAAAAAAAABU/6ZiVENVzh60/s200/puppydestruction.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141275149572377058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/R1deKkbOCaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SDE8fqVKiUE/s1600-h/willowcar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/R1deKkbOCaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SDE8fqVKiUE/s200/willowcar.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140681035336255906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's yellow dog's first birthday! Yay! She's grown so much and is such a great little dog. She does zoomies on a pretty regular basis, but she is very self/body aware and doesn't knock stuff over and if she does, she stops and looks at me with her eyes really wide.&lt;br /&gt;She's an old soul, for sure. She's naturally good with kids and 'fragile' people. She's very serious. She craves a schedule and notices if things change. Last night, some neighbors put up some decorations and a car was parked in the street (where it "should not be") and she made a little woof. Then, we heard some coyotes howling and she just stood and listened to her cousins. She's a cool dog, yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-7870299551484063366?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/7870299551484063366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/7870299551484063366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-your-old-and-your-eyes-are-dim.html' title='when your old and your eyes are dim'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/R1l6gkbOCeI/AAAAAAAAABU/6ZiVENVzh60/s72-c/puppydestruction.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-4044397722754772697</id><published>2007-11-27T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T18:15:27.769-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='company'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>the break that we are on the brink of</title><content type='html'>Very busy today. Lots of things happening, we'll have to sit down, take a breath, and organize. Our road didn't just fork, it's a major interchange. I will get excited when we have money in the bank-sleeping on a pullout is starting to lose its charm. J's mood is infectious, and everyone is getting very excited. I started to feel a little neglected--I packed up the research I was working on around 6; he is still on the phone, it's after 9--I thought about various movies/tv shows I've seen where the wife is jealous/feels neglected while the husband is off making money or doing deals that will make money (or vice versa--husband feeling neglected by wife). I always say, "that's ridiculous" or "you should be happy," so, I'm saying these things to myself now. I'm being an idiot. I'm also feeling a little stir crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black dog met a little dog (that was loose) today. The owner came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M having procedure tomorrow. Prayers, white light and all that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-4044397722754772697?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/4044397722754772697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/4044397722754772697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2007/11/break-that-we-are-on-brink-of.html' title='the break that we are on the brink of'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-750704104241350603</id><published>2007-11-25T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T10:19:04.487-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheetz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>catch the grey men</title><content type='html'>I walked black dog on Friday. Black Friday. I watched people leaving the subdivisions, faces happy, to go shop.&lt;br /&gt;and stand in lines.&lt;br /&gt;in the crowds.&lt;br /&gt;The stores always seem unbelievably hot and the crowds unbelievably rude. I'm generally a kind, thoughtful person--sure, I have lapses where my imagination turns homicidal...doesn't everyone's--but, I'm pretty easy going and have good social manners. Sometimes, I feel other people perceive weakness when I, for example, let them go first, or if I bump into them and say, "sorry." I suddenly feel like an injured deer and everyone else is a pack of wolves looking to take me out. Sometimes, I have to just put everything down and walk out. It's a lot better than it used to be and I'll challenge myself by going to a larger superstore on a Friday afternoon for just one or two items. I used to plan any shopping for very early on Sunday morning. The supermarket was always quiet, just me and a few other "heathens" up and down the aisles. I still like to go at this time. I prefer to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;REVIEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  There is a gas station/convenience store in PA/MD/VA/OH/NC that is perfect. One can buy gas at the pump (usually a few cents cheaper, too), then go inside and order several "made-to-order" food items on a touch screen. Ingenious. No one HAS to talk to anyone. They have several beverage choices and snack choices--REALLY good coffee and J always mentions-their playboys (and others) are on the rack. The place is called "SHEETZ" and is the best gas station in the world. MTO, baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-750704104241350603?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/750704104241350603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/750704104241350603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2007/11/catch-grey-men.html' title='catch the grey men'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-446796896641084870</id><published>2007-11-24T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T09:59:20.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oldies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ptsd'/><title type='text'>conform or be cast out</title><content type='html'>I didn't grow up in a place like this. There were few extremely wealthy people  where I grew up; and they were doctors and executives at the local plants. They lived on "the hill" or "the lake"-those houses on the hill seem so small now. My friends and I would drive around the hill, with our blue collar bloodlines, listening to oldies.  We were not invited to their parties or their tables. There is a small part of me that wants our company to be wildly successful so I can go back for my HS reunion and flaunt it. Oh god, it's so wrong. I used to be different. I remember their children, my classmates. I was friendly with everyone, and they were friendly with me. The epitome of acquaintance. I had different ideas, a different way of dressing, listened to different music. I didn't care--I am who I am. Now, I just want to blend enough to not be noticed. PTSD-another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-446796896641084870?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/446796896641084870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/446796896641084870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2007/11/conform-or-be-cast-out.html' title='conform or be cast out'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522853519641021305.post-3029070127669710669</id><published>2007-11-20T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T09:58:27.357-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introduction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suburbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>tuesday's gone-before Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I woke up this morning and had to take the dogs out by myself. As yellow dog was going I realized the trash/recycling wasn't out and it was already past 8:30. I hurried her upstairs and got black dog ready for her walk. I had so much to put in the trash. I took her out to do her business and collected everything to go in the trash. I opened the garage door and alas, up and down the block, not one trash can was out. It is Tuesday, not Wednesday. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'm married, but my husband (J) is away a lot. We are starting our own business. I'm a "stay-at-home dog mom" and do research on the side. Sometimes, we (the dogs and I) go with J on trips. We have a lot of fun. The dogs are some of my favorite "people" as people basically suck. We're not having children-but we don't treat the dogs like little humans, but they are our children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522853519641021305-3029070127669710669?l=eolianpop11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/3029070127669710669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522853519641021305/posts/default/3029070127669710669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eolianpop11.blogspot.com/2007/11/tuesday-before-thanksgiving.html' title='tuesday&apos;s gone-before Thanksgiving'/><author><name>eolian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Um54C4wx18A/SvmRkAKTO5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gAykuAqIR8E/S220/IMG_0243.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
