<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467</id><updated>2012-01-28T06:51:59.511-05:00</updated><category term='Tina Fey'/><category term='Bjork'/><category term='Baby Mama'/><category term='matt leblanc'/><category term='Steve Carrell'/><category term='Dana Carvey'/><category term='childrens hospital'/><category term='Dogs'/><category term='brad garrett'/><category term='Facts of Life'/><category term='Top Ten'/><category term='Batman'/><category term='Weezer'/><category term='Alan Cumming'/><category term='John Stamos'/><category term='Writer&apos;s Strike'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Spider-Man'/><category term='The Avalanches'/><category term='av club'/><category term='kathy griffin'/><category term='Styx'/><category term='90210'/><category term='Jessica Alba'/><category term='M. Night Shyamalan'/><category term='law and order'/><category term='Brian McNamee'/><category term='Roger Clemens'/><category term='Sequels'/><category term='David Lynch'/><category term='Grandaddy'/><category term='Reginald Vel Johnson'/><category term='dennis miller'/><category term='Manny Ramirez'/><category term='X-Men'/><category term='Twin Peaks'/><category term='edward james olmos'/><category term='Growing Pains'/><category term='meg white'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Akiva Goldsman'/><category term='Sesame Street'/><category term='Smashing Pumpkins'/><category term='Punky Brewster'/><category term='Superman'/><category term='Electric Six'/><category term='paul giamatti'/><category term='Zach Galifinakis'/><category term='Chia Pet'/><category term='Guitar'/><category term='Will Smith'/><category term='Alec Baldwin'/><category term='Perfect Strangers'/><category term='Digital Underground'/><category term='Queen'/><category term='jose canseco'/><category term='Baseball'/><category term='Family Matters'/><category term='G.I. Joe'/><category term='Quentin Tarantino'/><category term='Red Sox'/><category term='religion'/><category term='The Happening'/><category term='Jerry Remy'/><category term='Paul Simon'/><category term='Comic Books'/><category term='Bruno Trailer'/><category term='Barack Obama'/><category term='John Belushi'/><category term='Steven Seagal'/><category term='Rob Schneider'/><category term='Amy Poehler'/><category term='Taylor Swift.'/><title type='text'>thirsty bitch</title><subtitle type='html'>Just Irrelevant Enough to be Relevant</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-830578218488709914</id><published>2009-04-07T10:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:00:11.853-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comic Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Batman'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Signs You Live in Gotham City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdI_T1aTZhI/AAAAAAAAAQU/XpfR63FTXB0/s1600-h/super09-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdI_T1aTZhI/AAAAAAAAAQU/XpfR63FTXB0/s400/super09-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319383719865443858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as a young boy, thumbing through the pages of Batman Comics, I would often stop to ask myself, "Why would anyone ever want to live in Gotham City?,” and it is a question that I still wonder to this day. I mean, every time my brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;broggers&lt;/span&gt;?) write a list of the worst fictional towns, Gotham always finds itself on the list, while its sister city Metropolis always gets a free pass. So, to help everyone out, here are the Top 10 Signs that you may be living in Gotham City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Chance of Crime is 100%&lt;br /&gt;What does that mean? It means that crime is always going on! Constantly. Unending. It means that if you were reading a newspaper with the headline, "Crime Rate Soars" and wanted to read more, by the time you open the paper you are disheartened to learn someone has stolen your paper - along with your pants…and your wife…and your dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdqyuLyv0EI/AAAAAAAAAS4/a3fbtvxPE4g/s1600-h/the-dark-knight-poster-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdqyuLyv0EI/AAAAAAAAAS4/a3fbtvxPE4g/s320/the-dark-knight-poster-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321762416201027650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9. It’s Never Sunny in Gotham.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it may seem that it's always sunny in Metropolis, but there is very little proof that the sun comes up everyday in Gotham City. Adam West's Batman loved the daylight, which is a really big contradiction when you think about it. Bats don't come out during the light, so why should Batman? One of my favorite moments from The Dark Knight was when Bruce Wayne refused to go out as Batman during the day, because it was so true to the comics. I can't remember the last time I saw Gotham bathed in sunlight the way Metropolis is in the pages of any of the Bat-comics. Huh, bat-comics, there's an idea for an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;improv&lt;/span&gt; troupe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Two Words: Solomon Grundy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdqyYYEQj5I/AAAAAAAAASw/CBkyo2rKucI/s1600-h/snapshot20080724100423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdqyYYEQj5I/AAAAAAAAASw/CBkyo2rKucI/s320/snapshot20080724100423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321762041538580370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdqxAEvOSAI/AAAAAAAAASY/sBlV3bMoTRM/s1600-h/tommy_lee_jones_batman_fore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdqxAEvOSAI/AAAAAAAAASY/sBlV3bMoTRM/s320/tommy_lee_jones_batman_fore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321760524521588738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. Acid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t Kill You, It Makes You Stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Only in Gotham City are giant vats of corrosive acid readily available and regularly used as a weapon. For instance, one of the origins of the Joker has him falling into acid, only to emerge as a deformed clown. In the comics, Two-Face’s face is scarred when acid is thrown at one side of his face. This is not the way the world works. Comic books are full of things that should make you dead making you awesome instead, and Gotham is no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Incompetent Police Department.&lt;br /&gt;Really though, those guys do nothing. I guess I can’t blame them, if I had a city job and someone was doing my job for me, I would probably stop trying as well. In actuality, Batman would give the Gotham PD much more work since he completely destroys Due Process and therefore they need to work twice as hard for a conviction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdqxMU96keI/AAAAAAAAASg/j0h8HwVL0zU/s1600-h/batman49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdqxMU96keI/AAAAAAAAASg/j0h8HwVL0zU/s320/batman49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321760735036608994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5.No One Seems to Care That a Multi-Millionaire Bachelor has Adopted a Teenage Boy.&lt;br /&gt;Can you even do that?  Is it legal? It doesn't make sense that they just deliver pubescent boys to grown men. I'm concerned about this paragraph just being on here. Pretty soon this blog is gonna be crawling with pederasts that did a search for "deliver pubescent boys to grown men." Yikes, now it’s on here twice. Let's just move on. Really though, he’s not even adopting a baby, or a toddler, or a tot, but a 13 year old boy. In reality, people would talk about this...a lot...all the time…Jay Leno monologues every night. At the very least, this would make it into several papers and be talked about on the news for weeks. This is worse than Michael Jackson building a theme park in his backyard, at least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jacko&lt;/span&gt; never flat out adopted himself a boy-toy. Or did he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Mayor Can't Help But Get Kidnapped.&lt;br /&gt;Ho Ho, that crazy pervert mayor. He just loves getting kidnapped, well he must since there’s no other reason to think anybody , let alone a mayor, could accidentally get kidnapped so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Sdqv5QOm8dI/AAAAAAAAASA/-S1lVbbHTxQ/s1600-h/arkham-asylum-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Sdqv5QOm8dI/AAAAAAAAASA/-S1lVbbHTxQ/s320/arkham-asylum-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321759307835306450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. No Prison, Just a Very Low Security Insane Asylum.&lt;br /&gt;Extremely low security. Like no locks on the doors and if you're escaping they call you a taxi. This, like the mayor getting kidnapped, is one of those things that you think would eventually get fixed, but no, it's not the biggest deal in the world that there's a revolving door on the only place you have to keep your criminals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This Guy is in Charge:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdqxY5v2RPI/AAAAAAAAASo/0LYfqX3ZG2s/s1600-h/funnycomic_batspank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdqxY5v2RPI/AAAAAAAAASo/0LYfqX3ZG2s/s320/funnycomic_batspank.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321760951068148978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crime rate constantly soaring, being held at the whim of a madmen, water supply poisoned, but lets not move yet. That’s right, the biggest sign that you are a Gotham City resident is that all this stuff is going on and you haven’t moved you and your family yet. C’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mon&lt;/span&gt;, people move to someplace a little safer, a little more protected, a little brighter, a little more Metropolis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-830578218488709914?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/830578218488709914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=830578218488709914' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/830578218488709914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/830578218488709914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/top-10-signs-you-live-in-gotham-city.html' title='Top 10 Signs You Live in Gotham City'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdI_T1aTZhI/AAAAAAAAAQU/XpfR63FTXB0/s72-c/super09-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-3699892878116819078</id><published>2009-04-06T09:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:00:23.853-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jerry Remy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Sox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baseball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manny Ramirez'/><title type='text'>Breaking: Red Sox Nation Refuses Invite to Join NATO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Sdmbeoxj-tI/AAAAAAAAARw/nd9vPJ4lYEE/s1600-h/medium_notmyremy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Sdmbeoxj-tI/AAAAAAAAARw/nd9vPJ4lYEE/s320/medium_notmyremy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321455385358629586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In what most people are calling a slap in the face to the North Atlantic Treaty Organization, Red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt; Nation flat out refused an invitation to join this week. Red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt; Nation would have been the 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; member of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization, but instead caused a worldwide furor by refusing the invitation. An invite to Organization means you are recognized as a peace-loving state, however many now believe Red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt; Nation to be just the opposite. Upon refusal, a special committee was formed in order to investigate the goings on of the “New Red Menace.” &lt;p&gt;Head of this special committee, the representative from Latvia, had this to say, “We are looking into the hostile Nation of Red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt; from top to bottom, from the gross misspelling of the word “socks” to what appears to be their religion of worshiping a giant puppet deity they call Wally- “the green monster. We have found out that they are harboring two Japanese agents - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Matsuzaka&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Okajima&lt;/span&gt; - and one from the Dominican Republic, Ramon Ramirez - the latter not seen as a threat. We find all of these things to be very suspect and we hope ex-patriot, Manny Ramirez, will cooperate with us and be helpful in determining whether or not there are any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;WMDs&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When asked for comment, President of Red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt; Nation, Jerry Remy had this to say: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, we’re not even a real country! It's a Baseball team for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chrissakes&lt;/span&gt;!”&lt;/blockquote&gt; Apparently not, Mr. President, apparently not.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No word yet on whether or not NASA is considering recognizing Yankees Universe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Sdmcn-1Mk0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/QS6B3Pscn68/s1600-h/president_jerry_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Sdmcn-1Mk0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/QS6B3Pscn68/s200/president_jerry_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321456645409903426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-3699892878116819078?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3699892878116819078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=3699892878116819078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/3699892878116819078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/3699892878116819078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/breaking-red-sox-nation-refuses-invite.html' title='Breaking: Red Sox Nation Refuses Invite to Join NATO'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Sdmbeoxj-tI/AAAAAAAAARw/nd9vPJ4lYEE/s72-c/medium_notmyremy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-988902965302565459</id><published>2009-04-03T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:34:19.396-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruno Trailer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spider-Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alec Baldwin'/><title type='text'>Week in Review, 4.3.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdXz34R6k9I/AAAAAAAAARo/euMw9-rJEZA/s1600-h/spider-man_musical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdXz34R6k9I/AAAAAAAAARo/euMw9-rJEZA/s320/spider-man_musical.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320426676133991378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We hit something of a milestone here today at Thirsty Bitch. This is our 8th post in 2009, surpassing the number of posts we had in 2008. Hard to believe, but we've done it. Thanks for stopping by and please keep stopping by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, we got a big hunk of info on the upcoming Spider-Man musical, ahem, excuse me, a "circus rock-'n'-roll drama" is what they would prefer you call it. I think they're trying to invoke Cirque Du Soleil, but all that "circus rock-'n'-roll drama" invokes for me is a vision of a guitar-wielding clown atop an elephant threatening to kill all the puppies in the world. This is what the statement had to say about who Spidey will be going up against:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As Spider-Man, Peter clashes with a parade of Marvel villains -- Green Goblin, Carnage, Electro, Rhino, Swarm and Lizard... a new baddie for the show -- Swiss Miss, whose costume, designed by Oscar winner Eiko Ishioka ("Bram Stoker's Dracula"), consists of rotating knives and swirling corkscrews.&lt;/blockquote&gt;You had me and you lost me. Some of his biggest villains a chick named after both a Hot Chocolate and a utility knife. I hope Polish Sausage doesn't show up or worse yet, The French Tickler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdXyjZt2FUI/AAAAAAAAARg/gX5heCfidyc/s1600-h/AP090401016036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdXyjZt2FUI/AAAAAAAAARg/gX5heCfidyc/s400/AP090401016036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320425224820626754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;President Obama Visited the Queen this week. His gift to the Queen? A video Ipod filled with photos and media of her 2007 visit to the US. Her gift? A framed photo of her and her husband. Really? What type of thoughtless crap gift is that? I know this woman is old, but at least give a rational grandma gift like some sweaters or an afghan. If I was Obama, I would've gone 1776 on her and jabbed her in the throat. Then he could say something historically meaningful like, "No taxation without representation, ...bitch"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found out about this pretty cool contest over at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.dunkindonuts.com/donut"&gt;Dunkin' Donuts&lt;/a&gt; where you can create your own doughnut and enter it in a contest to win $12,000. Pretty fun just to play around with, but if this works out well for DD, don't be surprised if you see a slew of other companies following suit. Burger King's "Make Your Own Burger", Domino's "Make Your Own Pizza", KFC's "Create a Chicken Skin," Who Knows? Hey, fast food places, I can already do all of those things...in my kitchen. We turn to you to do the heavy lifting, don't just toss the ball back in our court like that. Douchebags. Well, anyway, here's one of the donuts I made...The Thirsty Bitch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdXwm7rmFtI/AAAAAAAAARQ/0FUWfW2Dg8c/s1600-h/MyDonut.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 153px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdXwm7rmFtI/AAAAAAAAARQ/0FUWfW2Dg8c/s320/MyDonut.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320423086454347474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got our first look at the Sacha Baron Cohen's Borat follow-up, Bruno. They released a red-band trailer just a few days after the film got saddled with a NC-17 rating. I did enjoy Borat, but I didn't see it in the theater and I'll probably catch this flick when it "hits disc" (it'll catch on). What I didn't enjoy was all the Bankers and douchebags that walked around saying "Very Nice!" It was like Austin Powers all over again, yet somehow worse...much worse. Anyways, check out the trailer below. (NSFW, if you're the one person reading this from their work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://creative.myspacecdn.com/Client/Marketing/TrailerPark2/swf/customPlayer.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" name="customPlayer" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="true" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="m=i08gu20su20sq16o010002000200d03bb01zd03bi08gf05d000000200400w22uj09he04cf05dp15nt19r000000200300n13lz25xt19rq16ob01zd03bf05dd03be04co14m0300d03bp15nn13l02000010002000000200w22uj09he04c05000020f05df05d0060b01zd03b0060d03b0080g06ec02ac02a0040f05db01zg06ec02ag06ef05dg06ed03bd03b0020f05de04c00900060009000800030f05d00800300g06em12kw22u" align="middle" height="225" width="413"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdXyjZt2FUI/AAAAAAAAARg/gX5heCfidyc/s1600-h/AP090401016036.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, last thing on the plate for today is the birthday of everybody's favorite Baldwin, Alec. I gotta admit, I never cared for him much as a movie star, but he really gets it done on the small screen. Alec had a string of really funny appearance on SNL in the 90s and then he knocks it out of the park every week on 30 Rock. Of course, anyone who's ever seen Glengarry Glen Ross, will remember his monologue, which we will sign off with here today. Happy Birthday, Alec!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y-AXTx4PcKI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y-AXTx4PcKI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-988902965302565459?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/988902965302565459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=988902965302565459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/988902965302565459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/988902965302565459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-in-review-4309.html' title='Week in Review, 4.3.09'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdXz34R6k9I/AAAAAAAAARo/euMw9-rJEZA/s72-c/spider-man_musical.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-2240299227851712635</id><published>2009-04-02T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:25:47.853-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='av club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childrens hospital'/><title type='text'>A/V Club Thursday: Children's Hospital.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdT021GEomI/AAAAAAAAARI/gR7IRRXIMBc/s1600-h/17815.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdT021GEomI/AAAAAAAAARI/gR7IRRXIMBc/s400/17815.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320146282634060386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This week's A/V pick is not going to be a favorite with everybody. We're going with the Web Series Children's Hospital for today, which consists of a veritable Comedy Dream Team. If you know more than three names in this cast, this is definitely for you; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rob_Corddry" title="Rob Corddry"&gt;Rob Corddry&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_Bell" title="Lake Bell"&gt;Lake Bell,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ken_Marino" title="Ken Marino"&gt;Ken Marino&lt;/a&gt; (“The State,” “Veronica Mars”), &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rob_Huebel" title="Rob Huebel"&gt;Rob Huebel&lt;/a&gt; (“Human Giant,” “The Awful Truth”), &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jason_Sudeikis" title="Jason Sudeikis"&gt;Jason Sudeikis&lt;/a&gt; (“Saturday Night Live”), &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Wain" title="David Wain"&gt;David Wain&lt;/a&gt; (“Role Models,” “The State”), &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nathan_Corddry" title="Nathan Corddry" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Nathan Corddry&lt;/a&gt; (“Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip,” “The Daily Show with Jon Stewart”), &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ed_Helms" title="Ed Helms"&gt;Ed Helms&lt;/a&gt; (“The Office”), &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nick_Kroll" title="Nick Kroll"&gt;Nick Kroll&lt;/a&gt; (upcoming feature “I Love You, Man”) and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Megan_Mullally" title="Megan Mullally"&gt;Megan Mullally&lt;/a&gt; (“Will &amp;amp; Grace”) as The Chief. Being a big fan of "Wet Hot American Summer" and "The Ten" this show really did it for me and I hope it does it for you too. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.thewb.com/player/embedVPM.swf?mediaKey=507a47889e" height="320" width="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value=" http://www.thewb.com/player/embedVPM.swf?mediaKey=507a47889e"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.thewb.com/player/embedVPM.swf?mediaKey=507a47889e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" height="320" width="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-2240299227851712635?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2240299227851712635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=2240299227851712635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/2240299227851712635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/2240299227851712635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/av-club-thursday-childrens-hospital.html' title='A/V Club Thursday: Children&apos;s Hospital.'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdT021GEomI/AAAAAAAAARI/gR7IRRXIMBc/s72-c/17815.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-7269872303653511851</id><published>2009-03-31T11:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:53:28.078-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brad garrett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dennis miller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90210'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edward james olmos'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Signs You Are Running Out of Top 10 Ideas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SYkJT-JOjzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/diCg22hATag/s1600-h/lettermanhdxpp5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SYkJT-JOjzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/diCg22hATag/s320/lettermanhdxpp5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298776675281964850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I gotta tell ya, it is exhausting coming up with these lists time and time again. If only I could be like David Letterman and stop caring if they are even remotely funny, but alas, I hold myself to a higher comedic standard and my punishment is waking up every night in a cold sweat next to an empty bottle of vodka in a strange room, scribbling the number 10 on things as if i were Jim Carrey in a crappy movie, or the worst of all...writing a BS top ten, in lieu of having to think too hard. So, without further ado, I present:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 Signs you are running out of Top 10 List Ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdI5Ulnp4BI/AAAAAAAAAP0/a_Ki-FLpu3Y/s1600-h/standdeliver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 74px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdI5Ulnp4BI/AAAAAAAAAP0/a_Ki-FLpu3Y/s400/standdeliver2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319377135736578066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10. You contemplate writing the Top 10 Celebrity Names, but can't think of anything else to top Edward James Olmos and Lou Diamond Phillips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The Only Top 10 Idea left in your notes is "Top 10 Ways to get through the Writer's Strike"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdI5rH-1mpI/AAAAAAAAAP8/r_3xcAejRiM/s1600-h/dennis_miller_photo0001_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 70px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdI5rH-1mpI/AAAAAAAAAP8/r_3xcAejRiM/s400/dennis_miller_photo0001_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319377522917743250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8. What Would Dennis Miller Do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  You find yourself frantically browsing through Netflix, looking for any possible link between any 10 movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdI6L50e6ZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/7FvWLhnE4W0/s1600-h/Brad_Garrett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 70px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdI6L50e6ZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/7FvWLhnE4W0/s400/Brad_Garrett.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319378086051899794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6. Top 10 Moments in Brad Garrett history, anyone? Can't decide if that would be laughably simple or impossibly hard (He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; fantastic in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Country for Old Men&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I got it, The Top 10 Commandments! oh, we did that one already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hang on, I'm gonna go play on the Internet for a little while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. People...like...sports, right?...or kids....maybe the elderly, they're like kids. Perhaps sports between kids and the elderly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EEyFrzJvYfg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EEyFrzJvYfg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "If there is a Top 10 List you would like to see, go ahead and leave your idea in the comments."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-7269872303653511851?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7269872303653511851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=7269872303653511851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/7269872303653511851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/7269872303653511851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2009/03/top-10-signs-you-are-running-out-of-top.html' title='Top 10 Signs You Are Running Out of Top 10 Ideas.'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SYkJT-JOjzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/diCg22hATag/s72-c/lettermanhdxpp5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-2821895159229218823</id><published>2009-03-30T09:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:33:39.129-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law and order'/><title type='text'>NBC Admits to Passing Old Law &amp; Order Reruns as New!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdDIo94R41I/AAAAAAAAAPc/4fv39mw7lv8/s1600-h/00006342-047201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdDIo94R41I/AAAAAAAAAPc/4fv39mw7lv8/s320/00006342-047201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318971766055494482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In what will truly go down as a day that will live in infamy, we learned today that NBC mega-hit Law &amp;amp; Order has in fact been airing repeats and passing them off as new. Complaints first started pouring in when one viewer tuned in to find Jerry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Orbach&lt;/span&gt; solving crimes on the long-running show. Still more complaints flooded in when an episode touted as being "Ripped from the headlines" featured two defendants bearing a striking resemblance to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Menendez&lt;/span&gt; brothers. NBC C.E.O., Jeff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zucker&lt;/span&gt; held a press conference to address these issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I guess it all started when he had our summer rerun campaign of 'If you haven't seen it, its new to you!' We started thinking, there's been so many episodes of Law &amp;amp; Order, no one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; possibly seen all them. Looks like we were wrong and it was those losers that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; seen them all that sold us out. Thanks a lot, ya nerds."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actress Angie Harmon, who hadn't filmed a "new" episode since 2001, had this to say when reached for comment, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Whoo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;! I'm relevant again! I can't wait to get my residual check for this so I can finally buy that  tuna fish sandwich I've had on layaway!" Unfortunately, not every cast member shares in Harmon's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jubilance&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Benjiman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bratt&lt;/span&gt; was quoted as, "I hate you, Julia Roberts! You ruined my life! I'm sorry...I still love you, take me back!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People for the Ethical Treatment of the Elderly, or PETE as I like to call them, are also up in arms over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;NBC's&lt;/span&gt; deception. We got a chance to catch up with Tobey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Murti&lt;/span&gt;, a spokesman for PETE;&lt;br /&gt;"What the eff, NBC? You know no one under the age of 50 watches Law &amp;amp; Order. This is clearly taking advantage of the poor memory of the elderly. Do you know some viewers thought they were in heaven because they were seeing Jerry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Orbach&lt;/span&gt;? It took hours of convincing for them to realize they were alive." It should also be noted that this is not the first time Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Murti&lt;/span&gt; has had a run in with the long-running NBC crime show. "We've been trying to get them to change that transition &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DUN-DUN&lt;/span&gt; sound for years. It frightens the elderly terribly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authorities are looking further into this situation, including investigating episodes of ER and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-2821895159229218823?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2821895159229218823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=2821895159229218823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/2821895159229218823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/2821895159229218823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2009/03/nbc-admits-to-passin-old-law-order.html' title='NBC Admits to Passing Old Law &amp; Order Reruns as New!'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdDIo94R41I/AAAAAAAAAPc/4fv39mw7lv8/s72-c/00006342-047201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-8950710034016523689</id><published>2009-03-27T11:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:43:03.471-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smashing Pumpkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quentin Tarantino'/><title type='text'>Week in Review, 3.27.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SczzvfSDLVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/O9-gwZny4hM/s1600-h/2008_where_the_wild_things_are_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SczzvfSDLVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/O9-gwZny4hM/s320/2008_where_the_wild_things_are_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317893257194319186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This week it was announced that Drummer Jimmy Chamberlain would be leaving the Smashing Pumpkins. At first, some were speculating that it was due to illness, but yesterday Chamberlain cleared the air on his &lt;a href="http://jimmychamberlincomplex.com/blog/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, writing:&lt;blockquote&gt;"I will say, without going into any unnecessary details that this represents a positive move forward for me. I can no longer commit all of my energy into something that I don’t fully possess. I won’t pretend I’m into something I’m not. I won’t do it to myself, you the fan, or my former partner. I can’t just, “Cash the check” so to speak.  Music is my life. It is sacred. It deserves the highest commitment at every level and the Pumpkins are certainly no different. I’m sorry but it really IS that simple."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Simple? That sounds like you have some issues, dude. Not that I really blame him. As much of a fan of the Smashing Pumpkins as I am, I believe every story I've ever read about Billy Corgan being an insufferable prick. Little known fact about Billy Corgan: he used to date Courtney Love and one night they had a fight. Courtney stormed out and ran to Kurt Cobain's  place and they formed their relationship. Soooo, all the people that blame Courtney Love for Cobain's death can look right to Mr. Corgan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This week the individual game tickets went on sale for the New Yankee Stadium. I can't even describe how excited I was. I crept down the stairs at the break of dawn like a little kid on Christmas. I turned on my computer and did a search for the first game against the Boston Red Sox. "I can't believe it!," I exclaimed, there were still tickets available. "Two tickets for the best available section, please.", I asked my computer. Then, two really good seats behind 3rd base came up. I had to rub my eyes, I was in disbelief. Fortunately, after I rubbed my eyes, I was able to see that the Steinbrenner's were asking me to pay $1,000 to go to a game on a Monday night in May. Hey, Jackoffs, when you're on FOX one Saturday afternoon, the entire country is going to see the entire Lower Section empty and all the noe bleed seats packed to capacity. Now that I think about it, can the engineering of the stadium even withhold an event like that? Probably not. I say condemn that place now. But on a serious note, we put up with the $8 beers and the $7 hot dogs and we played along. As for myself, no matter how rich I become I will never pay several hundred dollars to go to a regular season game. Even more ridiculous is the current state of the economy and how far home theaters have come. Congratulations on being the Douchebags of the Week, Yankee Brass.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We got our first real look at a long gestating project this week, the "Where the Wild Things Are movie. I liked the book as a child, didn't love it, didn't own it, but I was intrigued enough at the prospect of a live action version of it, even moreso when it was announced it would be written by Dave Eggers and Directed by Spike Jonze. Personally, I think it looks pretty cool, but I am keeping my excitement at bay because of the rumors of trouble, delays, and reshoots. Check it out:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.joblo.com/video/player/mediaplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="&amp;amp;logo=http://www.joblo.com/video/includes/joblo-watermark.png&amp;amp;image=http://www.joblo.com/video/media/screenshot/wildthingstrlr.jpg&amp;amp;file=http://www.joblo.com/video/media/flv/wildthingstrlr.flv&amp;amp;callback=http://www.joblo.com/video/joblo/player.php?video=wildthingstrlr" height="340" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today is the birthday of one of the best filmmakers alive today, Mr. Quentin Tarantino. I've been a big fan for a while. Heck, I'm even a big fan of True Romance. So, we here at Thirsty Bitch would like to raise our glass and wish him a very Happy Birthday. To help us further celebrate here is Quentin fighting with some idiot in a hat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7L2ukSJFgCM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7L2ukSJFgCM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how she keeps talking to anchors at the end and they're just acting like when your crazy old aunt is talking crazy and you just kinda look around so no one can link you to the crazy argument they're making. Good times, but to wash that awkwardness out of our mouth, here's the trailer for Tarantino's upcoming, Inglorious Basterds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9TadvFY3rA8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9TadvFY3rA8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a wild week back, folks, thanks to everyone who stopped by. See you Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-8950710034016523689?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8950710034016523689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=8950710034016523689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/8950710034016523689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/8950710034016523689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-in-review-32709.html' title='Week in Review, 3.27.09'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SczzvfSDLVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/O9-gwZny4hM/s72-c/2008_where_the_wild_things_are_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-5249392201724516596</id><published>2009-03-26T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:53:19.799-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dana Carvey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve Carrell'/><title type='text'>A/V Club Thursday: The Dana Carvey Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Scuyf0DhmVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/skxIpB7gGvQ/s1600-h/17815.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Scuyf0DhmVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/skxIpB7gGvQ/s320/17815.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317540044660119890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In an effort to eat up some posts without having to think up too much original content, here is the inaugural "A/V Club Thursday" where I'll post an episode of something you might not know about/remember and you can just laze around and enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="296" width="512"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/NEpw94R6ExKlgrFumkm8cw"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/NEpw94R6ExKlgrFumkm8cw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="296" width="512"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Dana Carvey Show didn't really appeal to me when it was on, but I think its freakin' hilarious now. First of all, Steve Carrell is on it and second of all...well, I don't think I really need to promise much more than 1996 Steve Carell, do I? But, this is the type of humor I'm into now, so perhaps I was just thrown off by the fact that every week there was a different sponsor name in the title of the show. Imagine if a sitcom or drama did that? Budweiser Two and a Half Men? Ford 30 Rock? Johnson &amp;amp; Johnson ER? Ok, I take it back, I want to live in that world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-5249392201724516596?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5249392201724516596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=5249392201724516596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/5249392201724516596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/5249392201724516596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2009/01/av-club-thursday-dana-carvey-show.html' title='A/V Club Thursday: The Dana Carvey Show'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Scuyf0DhmVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/skxIpB7gGvQ/s72-c/17815.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-6719096736463616655</id><published>2009-03-24T11:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:24:19.883-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Belushi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sequels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alan Cumming'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Sequels...That Nobody Asked For.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Schcv6HtwFI/AAAAAAAAANE/tlYXYadq0Fc/s1600-h/ghostbusters-2-1-1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Schcv6HtwFI/AAAAAAAAANE/tlYXYadq0Fc/s400/ghostbusters-2-1-1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316601338236092498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back, Thirsters (Don't worry, it'll catch on).  As usual, today's Top 10 is pretty specific. This is not a list of the 10 Worst Sequels, but considers the sequels that were made for no apparent reason. Whether, the first movie was decent, but closed off the story in a satisfying manner or a crappy movie that illogically got sequelized.&lt;br /&gt;Let's throw this in the oven, see if it bakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Scjz-LESjGI/AAAAAAAAANM/q2N7tzdwwyk/s1600-h/930162%7ESpeed-2-Cruise-Control-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Scjz-LESjGI/AAAAAAAAANM/q2N7tzdwwyk/s320/930162%7ESpeed-2-Cruise-Control-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316767609559092322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Speed 2: Cruise Control.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheesey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sequel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tagline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;Rush hour hits the water.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm bending the rules a little bit already. A lot of people would have been fine with a sequel to Speed. However, they dropped the ball and couldn't entice Keanu Reeves back. While Reeves alone did not make the first movie good, not having him back created apathy for the sequel. As a result, the sequel that cost over 5 times the original budget, made a little bit more than 25%  of the original's gross and became a punchline. Oh, by the way,  they did manage to bring &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0687625/"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt; back for the sequel. I don't know how they managed to pull him away from losing auditions to Wesley Snipes, but  by god they did it. If you get a second, you NEED to read his IMDB page, he obviously wrote it himself. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sample&lt;/span&gt;! "On a foundation of talent, unbridled dedication and a passionate mindset, Glenn Plummer has enjoyed a successful acting career that spans almost two decades." Wow, Shitty Roles for  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two Whole Decades!?&lt;/span&gt; You're a freakin' soldier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Scj0NRSLxrI/AAAAAAAAANU/0336fnnMRHY/s1600-h/beyond1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Scj0NRSLxrI/AAAAAAAAANU/0336fnnMRHY/s320/beyond1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316767868926019250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.Beyond the Poseidon Adventure.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Cheesey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sequel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tagline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; The greatest adventure story ever filmed... is not yet over.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we're sticking with the nautical theme here for a bit. This sequel, in particular, seems to just kick logic in the nads. The first film was about the only survivors of a capsized ship. The sequel was about another group of survivors on the ship. Excuse me, its about a group of Pirates who  go on to the already capsized ship, and run into another group of survivors. I briefly considered pairing this movie with Halloween 2, on the grounds that they are both in the category of  what I like to call,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Did We Mention...?" Sequels&lt;/span&gt;. This is where the story of the sequel picks up where the last movie left off, but with some ridiculous catalyst to get the story going that was never mentioned before.  For example, "Did we mention that thoe weren't the only survivors?" Oh, and another characteristic of these kinds of sequel is viewer apathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Scj0qTc5wJI/AAAAAAAAANc/mBIWjE0G1og/s1600-h/superbabies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Scj0qTc5wJI/AAAAAAAAANc/mBIWjE0G1og/s320/superbabies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316768367724052626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SuperBabies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: Baby Geniuses 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheesey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sequel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tagline&lt;/span&gt;: America's favorite talking babies are back!&lt;br /&gt;What the hell gives you the right to make a sequel to a movie featuring Dom Deluise and then not have him back for the sequel. Oh, I'm sorry, is Scott Baio supposed to be "good enough," because he is not. I can't say I'm very familiar with either movie, but this screams of being a screenplay someone wrote that had no intention of being a sequel and then some studio head was like, "What if we market it to the fans of Baby Geniuses?" Then Common Sense responed, "There is no such thing." And the Studio Head said, "Sure! They Exist, I seen 'em!" This went on for a while until our hero Common Sense responded at the box office. Seriously though,  the first movie was such a joke and then a few years later this comes out and it wasn't a joke anymore, it just made everybody really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Scj1oosQ5HI/AAAAAAAAANk/aFlSrLb6hY4/s1600-h/Blues_Brothers_2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Scj1oosQ5HI/AAAAAAAAANk/aFlSrLb6hY4/s320/Blues_Brothers_2000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316769438577517682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.Blues Brothers 2000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheesy Sequel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tagline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; The Blues Are Back.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that I'm not friends with Dan Akroyd for many reasons. Mostly, because I  bet he'd constantly be trying to convince me that ghosts exist and secondly because if I had any type of legacy, he'd likely try to sell it for a quick buck. It's pretty ballsy to replace a dead member of your comedy duo, but its down right insulting when that member is John Belushi. I happened to notice Kevin Bacon didn't make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal House 2000&lt;/span&gt;, but then again, Kevin Bacon has a drinking game. Do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; have a drinking game, Mr. Akroyd? I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Scj15ythbiI/AAAAAAAAANs/EJZzozqWphY/s1600-h/1099421%7EReturn-To-Oz-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Scj15ythbiI/AAAAAAAAANs/EJZzozqWphY/s320/1099421%7EReturn-To-Oz-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316769733324926498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Return to Oz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheesey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sequel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tagline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If there's one thing you must do this summer, it's "Return to Oz..."&lt;br /&gt;Here's an idea. Let's take one of the most beloved movies of all time, wait 50 years, take out everything anyone ever enjoyed about the first one, and make it scary enough to induce chronic bed wetting and emotional trauma. Example: I saw this POS when I was about 8 and I vividly remember how creepy those dudes on the roller skates were, that scary moose head, Fairuza Balk's weird looking face,  and the scenes at the end where everything is frozen and....uh oh. Oh darn. The mere memory has caused me to soil myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Scj2YO99_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/XqE2YCOkRRg/s1600-h/buhbyebush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Scj2YO99_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/XqE2YCOkRRg/s320/buhbyebush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316770256306175842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. George W. Bush&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Get it? Political Humor! Ahhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Scj2mqxfYxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/OFvEpiPFLPU/s1600-h/bambi2_bigboxart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Scj2mqxfYxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/OFvEpiPFLPU/s320/bambi2_bigboxart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316770504288199442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Any Direct to Video Sequel of Any Disney Movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These things can really S my D.  Not only do they look like they were animated by a bunch of drunken Asian babies, they regularly disregard the original movie. Case in point, what I believe to be the first example of a Disney Direct-to- Video Sequel is The Return of Jafar, a follow-up to Aladdin. For those of you that didn't have a childhood, at the end of the original,  Aladdin and Jasmine get married ; making Aladdin a prince and Genie gets freed. The sequel thought it would be much easier to piss all over, make Aladdin still courting Jasmine and keep the Genie enslaved and make him sound like Homer Simpson. Yeah, I'm glad they fired Michael Eisner, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Scj3AwDwTmI/AAAAAAAAAOM/lM55KiwJm8A/s1600-h/eisner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Scj3AwDwTmI/AAAAAAAAAOM/lM55KiwJm8A/s200/eisner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316770952383581794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Scj3gYC4zGI/AAAAAAAAAOU/bo7qfmUBW54/s1600-h/ace_ventura_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Scj3gYC4zGI/AAAAAAAAAOU/bo7qfmUBW54/s320/ace_ventura_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316771495693306978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  Dumb and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dumberer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/ Son of  the Mask/  Ace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ventura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheesey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sequel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taglines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the first movie, there was high school. They missed the bus./The next generation of mischief./ He's the burping, farting, snorting, spitting image of his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1994 was a good year for a wide-eyed 11 year old kid that thought Jim Carrey was as funny as it gets. In fact, it was a good year for Jim Carrey too, starring in the 3 movies that collectively served as his breakout. Now, no one saw The Mask for all the zany green faced fun. No one saw Dumb and Dumber because they were in the mood for a buddy comedy. And no one saw Ace Ventura because they liked animals. Could people have seen these movies because of Jim Carrey? Certainly not! So lets make some sequels to them without him completely, but we'll make them so long after the originals people won't remember why they liked them in the first place, right? Wrong. These movies were popular because in 1994 you had to see this movies because Jim Carrey was the funniest thing for your ticket money. Without him, these movies are just wastes of time. PS: Your  average "ticket money" in 1994 was about $4.  I'll let you weep................. Now on with the funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Scj3zyT0OmI/AAAAAAAAAOc/RDcW9zrfx2A/s1600-h/flintstones_in_viva_rock_vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Scj3zyT0OmI/AAAAAAAAAOc/RDcW9zrfx2A/s320/flintstones_in_viva_rock_vegas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316771829161146978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. The Flinstones in Viva Rock Vegas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheesey Sequel Tagline:&lt;/span&gt; Get Ready to Rock!&lt;br /&gt;This is the movie that was the inspiration for this entire post. I can still remember when I saw an ad for this movie in the paper (I think that's how you found out about movies back then) and thinking to myself, "What made them think people wanted another one of these?" it's a prequel with a completely new cast of people we don't care about, including Alan Cumming who appears in two movies on this list. They do get points for casting the much hotter than Rosie O'Donnell, Jane Krakowski as Betty, or as everyone called her back then, "Who?" Of course they lose even more points for casting everyone's least favorite Baldwin, Stephen, as Barney. What a sad day for the Rubbles, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Scj3-6FY5JI/AAAAAAAAAOk/rLESHN-Q6hI/s1600-h/basicinstinct2poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Scj3-6FY5JI/AAAAAAAAAOk/rLESHN-Q6hI/s320/basicinstinct2poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316772020226679954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Basic Instinct 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheesey Sequel Tagline:&lt;/span&gt; Everything interesting begins in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheesey Sequel Tagline Comeback:&lt;/span&gt; So then where did this movie begin, Marketing Department?&lt;br /&gt;Gross. I was actually rooting for this movie to make no money the weekend it came out. You can imagine my disappointment when it placed 10th, making only $3 million. Particularly embarrassing for Sharon Stone, considering the movie had to have been made based solely on the presumption that people still wanted to see her naked. Notice how the poster suggests the crotch shot from the first movie, thats no accident. Man, Michael Douglas was working hard on a string of failures at the time this made, but even he didn't want to be associated with the high profile flop everyone knew this would turn out to be. Fail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="296" width="512"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/AlcZ-m1bCg6L6dC7WQbckg"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/AlcZ-m1bCg6L6dC7WQbckg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="296" width="512"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I leave anything off of the list? Were you really looking forward to any of these movies? Leave me a comment and let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-6719096736463616655?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6719096736463616655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=6719096736463616655' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/6719096736463616655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/6719096736463616655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2009/03/top-10-sequelsthat-nobody-asked-for.html' title='Top 10 Sequels...That Nobody Asked For.'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Schcv6HtwFI/AAAAAAAAANE/tlYXYadq0Fc/s72-c/ghostbusters-2-1-1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-5798132626831512216</id><published>2009-03-23T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:22:44.462-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Stamos'/><title type='text'>The Crowd Was Getting Ugly (And This Crowd Didn't Have Far To Go)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SW1kA3fs4CI/AAAAAAAAAMc/bu1oUp2vfGQ/s1600-h/u2the3j5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290995103289892898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 262px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SW1kA3fs4CI/AAAAAAAAAMc/bu1oUp2vfGQ/s400/u2the3j5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whew, that was brutal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, so it's been a while. A very long while. Welcome to my Mea Culpa. Its a new year, I'm a little older, a little wiser, and looking to get back into the funny business. I know I missed a lot of important Pop Culture events since I've been gone; 3 awesome superhero movies, an entire Presidential Election, and my girlfriend tells me there was an entire show that took place inside George Michael's head... or something like that. I know what most of you are thinking right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess.&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No? Hm, thats odd. That's what I'm CONSTANTLY thinking. Let me try again, are you possibly thinking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SW1nlayz1sI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Cb-UUeZNnsU/s1600-h/80aq3n68.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290999029775455938" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 238px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SW1nlayz1sI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Cb-UUeZNnsU/s320/80aq3n68.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wrong Again, huh? Y'know, this game is no fun if you're just gonna cheat. Alright, what you are probably ALL thinking is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm not gonna get all wrapped up in some more Thirsty Bitch nonsense. He's gonna post for a little bit and then kick us to the curb once again. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, try this on for size, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0101635/"&gt;Curly Sue&lt;/a&gt;. By the time you are reading this, there is already several weeks worth of content waiting to go. You heard me right, you are guaranteed at least a few weeks of blog gold. So with this kind of head start, we're in pretty good shape. And lets face it, this should have no effect on the timeliness of the articles unless the government erases all our memories of the 80's &amp;amp; 90's. Wish all you want, Sean Penn, ain't gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, by all means, leave me a comment letting me know how much you missed how funny I am, join my Facebook group, and check back tomorrow for an all new Top 10 Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot. I finally got that Chia Pet. His name is Pesto and he's doing just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHxXaY7NR3w&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHxXaY7NR3w&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, it's good to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-5798132626831512216?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5798132626831512216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=5798132626831512216' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/5798132626831512216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/5798132626831512216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/crowd-was-getting-ugly-and-this-crowd.html' title='The Crowd Was Getting Ugly (And This Crowd Didn&apos;t Have Far To Go)'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SW1kA3fs4CI/AAAAAAAAAMc/bu1oUp2vfGQ/s72-c/u2the3j5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-8778317009147008300</id><published>2008-03-07T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T08:58:04.396-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica Alba'/><title type='text'>The Barack Obama Shuffle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/R9E5cO2B_SI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_nRoq-Jbni4/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/R9E5cO2B_SI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_nRoq-Jbni4/s320/obama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174980604009250082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can hear the cries of all 4 of you that read this, now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I read thirsty bitch to find out all the latest news on John Stamos, if I wanted politics I'd go to a more prestigious blog, like PerezHilton....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the dilly, yo?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me give you the dilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't get very involved in political discussions, not because I don't think it's important, but what's the point of complaining about something you can't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"But, thirsty bitch, you can make a change."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hopefully, I can. Since this election, more than any other previous year, has entered the zeitgeist of POP CULTURE, its now in my realm to comment on.  In other words, when candidates are appearing on SNL, dancing on Ellen, talking about cellulite on Tyra, and even inspiring viral videos..."you's in my house now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latter of those examples is my motivation. You see, one of my biggest pet peeves is celebrities talking about politics. This irks me to the point of not even wanting to call it a "pet peeve" because the word pet is in there and pets are cute. I'm just peeved.&lt;br /&gt;Last week,  a video was brought to my attention. Its intent was to inspire me, to say it fell short of its goal is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" id="Musicane" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="371" width="408"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.musicane.com/yeswecan/musicane2.swf?rsid=c247ee6a-3846-4822-99dd-60d6c971fa66&amp;amp;sid=911E113E-F2EA-41EA-A5A6-C2A2B1A2E9E3&amp;amp;uid=&amp;amp;featured=31CD154E-6075-4DAB-A39E-EB1B1E57BA23"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.musicane.com/yeswecan/musicane2.swf?rsid=c247ee6a-3846-4822-99dd-60d6c971fa66&amp;amp;sid=911E113E-F2EA-41EA-A5A6-C2A2B1A2E9E3&amp;amp;uid=&amp;amp;featured=31CD154E-6075-4DAB-A39E-EB1B1E57BA23" quality="high" name="Musicane" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="371" width="408"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't that the most re-goddamn-diculous thing you've ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Am I supposed to vote for Barack Obama because Jessica Alba is hot, and she wants me to? Should the next President of the United States of America be sold to us like beer? Didn't anyone realize that people were going to crack up as soon as they saw Malcolm Jamal Warner in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Theooooooooo, tell the people who you want them to vote for!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Tyrese shows up, this video has zero chance at having any credibility. By the way, nice job getting Macy Gray to appear. The fact that she showed up in "I'm Fucking Ben Affleck" the day earlier means shes not a whore for publicity at all. My absolute (least) favorite thing about the video, though, is the "acting." Can't you just hear the director feeding them things like, "Sounds too forced, throw some "Umms'" in there. Ooooh, yeah, play with your hair, that looks so natural." Give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short of it is that no one cares who Luis Guzman is voting for or that George Lopez endorses a candidate in his mother tongue, or at least no one should care. I do feel confident, however, that the only people this video will reach is those not yet of voting age, who don't even know that the woman telling them to vote used to play Martin Lawrence's neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should also note that I have no problem with Obama, but this video does kinda support my theory that he may, in fact, be the Antichrist.  C'mon, don't tell me you haven't thought about it. He's a little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; charismatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, am I alone on this or does he sound an awful lot like The Rock? During the debates, my mind tends to wander and I imagine scenarios where Obama could use some of his catch phrases. Just a peek inside my mind. Plus, Barack...Ba-rack...Ba-rock...The Rock. C'mon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less of a rant next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-8778317009147008300?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8778317009147008300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=8778317009147008300' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/8778317009147008300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/8778317009147008300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2008/03/barack-obama-shuffle.html' title='The Barack Obama Shuffle'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/R9E5cO2B_SI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_nRoq-Jbni4/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-3807468267812876281</id><published>2008-02-15T11:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T13:41:52.700-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M. Night Shyamalan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Happening'/><title type='text'>New Trailer for M. Night Shyamalan's "The Happening"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Heqc1lyYpIU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Heqc1lyYpIU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;M. Night has a new movie coming out and from the looks of it, this may be the biggest comedy of 2008. I think its great that he's decided to go away from his usual thrillers and try to follow in the footsteps of Judd Apatow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just keep watching this trailer over and over, maybe its a spoof movie like "Meet the Spartans" since Mark Wahlberg sounds like he's reading off of a cue card. What am I saying?! He probably can't read. Hopefully the 5 seconds of "Smell the fart acting" that he does (starting at 1:42) will silence all those people that herald him as the greatest actor of our generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Did you see the gravitas that he brought to the role in "Shooter"? Genius, I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-3807468267812876281?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3807468267812876281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=3807468267812876281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/3807468267812876281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/3807468267812876281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-trailer-for-m-night-shyamalans.html' title='New Trailer for M. Night Shyamalan&apos;s &quot;The Happening&quot;'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-5396879052013757111</id><published>2008-02-12T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T09:28:13.068-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steven Seagal'/><title type='text'>Thirsty Bitch Honors...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RteBamk_eUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9jeXraV2jzE/s1600-h/sportsawards_1961_17830140.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RteBamk_eUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9jeXraV2jzE/s400/sportsawards_1961_17830140.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104690996680030530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the overwhelming responses I got from my triumphant return I wanted to take this opportunity to keep the butts in the seats, so to speak, so I asked myself, "What does everyone love?"&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Awards Shows. But then I could only think of one person truly deserving of such an honor.&lt;br /&gt;Cue: sentimental music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Once in a while, a person a comes along and captures a nation. Rarer still, is the person who comes along and captures the entire world.  Today we honor such a man, who's contributions to the landscape of our civilization are not only innumerable, but priceless as well. A man who gives, but does not take.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RteC4Wk_eVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JegGO3gf8HU/s1600-h/seagaljodiendolavidaaunpanda0f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RteC4Wk_eVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JegGO3gf8HU/s320/seagaljodiendolavidaaunpanda0f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104692607292766546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirsty Bitch Lifetime Achievement Award&lt;br /&gt;Honors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000219/"&gt;Steven Seagal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started one night when my dad was watching television and I heard him laughing hysterically. Thinking, he may be watching something worthwhile, I walked in to find a guy with a ponytail kicking the ever loving crap out of a bar full of people with a billiard ball whilst inquiring, "Why did Richie do Bobbie Lupo?"  The movie was &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0102614/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Out for Justice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and it has since been passed up by the AFI for their hundred greatest films...twice.&lt;br /&gt;My love started to blossom.&lt;br /&gt;Next, we were so taken by this Steven Seagal character that we ordered Under Siege on Pay-Per-View and taped it. The action was ok, but this movie contained the first boobs I ever saw.&lt;br /&gt;I watched that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0105690/"&gt;Under Siege&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tape about 382 times between the ages of 10-13.&lt;br /&gt;Then, his career started to taper off. I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Under Siege 2: Dark Territory &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On Deadly Ground&lt;/span&gt; in the theater and they left me cold. There was no Bobby, no billiards, and sadly, no boobies. After this, Seagal went on a string of movies that either teamed him up with someone else (Keenan Wayons, Ja Rule, etc.) or that went straight to video, or &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0910934/"&gt;both.&lt;/a&gt; In fairness, I haven't seen any of these latter efforts, but mainly because I'm not a glutton for punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little  upsetting that the action stars of our youth have been shuffled aside. I'm sure if Siggy were actually accepting this award, he would share it with Dolph Lungdren, Jean-Claude VanDamme, and even Sylvester Stallone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to close out this tribute by sharing the anecdote of Seagal's talking dog, courtesy of wikipedia, the most reliable source ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;While being interviewed by PETA, Seagal was asked to provide an example of a special interaction with an animal. To lend context and meaning to his animal rights work, Seagal offered the story about a dog which approached him during his early aikido years in Japan. Seagal described feeling as if he had known this white dog forever. After keeping the dog for a few days, the dog (by barking) warned Seagal that his dojo was on fire. Seagal quickly summoned help to put out the fire. He never saw the dog again.&lt;/blockquote&gt;And of course, no lifetime achievement award would be complete without a retrospective montage, so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tcCtOnEHMro"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tcCtOnEHMro" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, he was also tappin' Kelly LeBrock for like a decade.&lt;br /&gt;Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-5396879052013757111?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5396879052013757111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=5396879052013757111' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/5396879052013757111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/5396879052013757111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2008/02/thirsty-bitch-honors.html' title='Thirsty Bitch Honors...'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RteBamk_eUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9jeXraV2jzE/s72-c/sportsawards_1961_17830140.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-4026883421723720856</id><published>2008-01-20T21:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T00:52:28.870-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twin Peaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Lynch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, David Lynch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/R5P_uFLcl0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/BTF_8u_0ouE/s1600-h/andrzej-david-lynch-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/R5P_uFLcl0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/BTF_8u_0ouE/s320/andrzej-david-lynch-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157747165398603586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today ThirstyBitch celebrates the birthday of everyone's favorite American surrealist, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000186/"&gt;David Lynch&lt;/a&gt;.  DL and I have a bit of a checkered past.  The first movie I saw of his was Blue Velvet and it really didn't resonate with me. I didn't hate it &lt;a href="http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/19860919/REVIEWS/609190301/1023"&gt;as much as Roger Ebert did&lt;/a&gt;, but I definitely didn't enjoy it as much as I thought I would. Next up, I tried Lost Highway, which I was vaguely familiar with because of the popular soundtrack that was released with it.  I don't think too many people can blame for not liking that one.  After two strikes, I was pretty sure I was done with David Lynch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I watched Mulholland Drive.&lt;br /&gt;The film had been receiving a lot of critical buzz when it came out and since I worked at a Blockbuster at the time, when it came to DVD I was curious to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;Muhlholland Drive is a great movie. I don't want to write another movie review, so we'll skip over that. After Mulholland Drive, I rewatched Blue Velvet and had a new appreciation for it. I cannot say though, if I had changed or if it was simply a case of a movie benefiting from multiple viewings.  Next up, was The Elephant Man and The Straight Story. Departures for DL, yes, but still great movies. I devoured Eraserhead and then met my true Lynch love, Twin Peaks. I can barely describe Twin Peaks, I won't lie and say it's a perfect television show; it has its imperfections and weak episodes just like every other show. Twin Peaks, however, is so far above other shows that these sins are much more forgivable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to the birthday festivities! Since one of my favorite Lynch signatures is his unique use of music, I thought we would wish DL a happy birthday by showcasing the finer casesof music in his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up is, of course, his most famous use of music, "In Dreams" from Blue Velvet. Chilling and heartwarming at the same time, Dean Stockwell is better here than in every episode of Quantam Leap combined, and I love QL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5-DjluKLY14&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5-DjluKLY14&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next up, is perhaps the second most famous musical sequence. If you haven't seen Mulholland Drive, you may not understand why I like this scene, but there's something pretty cool happening during the number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qGmcBLsrF5k&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qGmcBLsrF5k&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At the tail end of this musical salute is two scenes from Twin Peaks, well, one is a scene and the other is the opening sequence. First is a scene that you may think silly since the character is only holding a guitar and you start to hear a bass line and percussion, but I've come to forgive stuff such as this and hopefully you can too (ps, there is a very small spoiler in the clip).  Secondly, The Twin Peaks theme is some of the best work that Angelo Badalmenti has done for Lynch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oajop2DGrA8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oajop2DGrA8&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not to keep getting on a soap box about Twin Peaks, but both the music and imagery in this opening really help set the tone, more so than most other shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7oDuGN6K3VQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7oDuGN6K3VQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And since this is a "comedy" blog and also because I can't think of any better way to pay tribute to the man than this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z7baCckh-XE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z7baCckh-XE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you have a favorite Lynch or Lynchian moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-4026883421723720856?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4026883421723720856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=4026883421723720856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/4026883421723720856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/4026883421723720856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-david-lynch.html' title='Happy Birthday, David Lynch!'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/R5P_uFLcl0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/BTF_8u_0ouE/s72-c/andrzej-david-lynch-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-2411302670939659677</id><published>2008-01-16T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T15:30:28.415-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tina Fey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy Poehler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Mama'/><title type='text'>"Baby Mama" Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="dl_flvwidget" align="middle" height="360" width="424"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn.channel.aol.com/aolexd_widgets/aolwidget_9.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="settings=90177&amp;amp;pmms=2052979&amp;amp;previewImage=http://cdn.channel.aol.com/aolexd_widgets_vapi/preview_image_02.jpg&amp;amp;size=large&amp;amp;autoPlay=0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://cdn.channel.aol.com/aolexd_widgets/aolwidget_9.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="dl_flvwidget" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="settings=90177&amp;amp;pmms=2052979&amp;amp;previewImage=http://cdn.channel.aol.com/aolexd_widgets_vapi/preview_image_02.jpg&amp;amp;size=large&amp;amp;autoPlay=0" align="middle" height="360" width="424"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The first trailer for the new Tina Fey movie, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby Mama&lt;/span&gt;, just hit the web. It looks Like Tina Fey is on a definite hot streak, not unlike when I lead the Chicago Bulls to all those NBA titles. Judging from the trailer, the chemistry that Fey and Poehler  shared on Weekend Update translates to the the big screen and hopefully Romany Malco gets some screen time, I can't get enough of that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you might check this movie out? Or would you prefer Tina Fey stick to the small screen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-2411302670939659677?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2411302670939659677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=2411302670939659677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/2411302670939659677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/2411302670939659677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2008/01/baby-mama-trailer.html' title='&quot;Baby Mama&quot; Trailer'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-8650926300229976508</id><published>2008-01-15T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:06:32.048-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Akiva Goldsman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chia Pet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will Smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writer&apos;s Strike'/><title type='text'>I Am Crappy Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/R4b84lLclxI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Nt9NBIfVyRE/s1600-h/fresh-prince.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/R4b84lLclxI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Nt9NBIfVyRE/s400/fresh-prince.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154084872555108114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Say What? A Thirsty Bitch movie review?! I've been waiting my whole life for this. I hope he reviews a movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a month old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your wish is granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had heard all the buzz on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; about 18 months ago about an I am Legend movie, I decided to pick up Richard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Matheson's&lt;/span&gt; 1954 novel of the same name.  For a work of science fiction over 50 years old, it holds up surprisingly well. It's tense, smart and chilling. I enjoyed it, but I didn't love it. This made me feel like I could handle whatever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dreck&lt;/span&gt; Hollywood was preparing to throw at me without getting my hopes up only to be let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was the trailer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q6wR62QisEU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q6wR62QisEU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This caused me to thoroughly geek out. It looked like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cast Away&lt;/span&gt; meets &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;28 Days Later.  &lt;/span&gt;My hopes began to grow like a well maintained &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chia&lt;/span&gt; Pet ( callback, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Holla&lt;/span&gt;!). Seriously though, the marketing team for this movie did a great job; the trailers and the TV were fantastic and really built excitement for the movie, so by the time I got a chance to check it out, I was really stoked for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got a chance to see it, I rushed out of work in order to make the 9:30 show.  I got there just in time to catch the right amount of the looping trivia and commercials they show beforehand and by the time the lights dimmed for the 20 minutes of trailers, there was little that could prepare for this shitty trailer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uS8u4MDq7Ow&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uS8u4MDq7Ow&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What the hell, Hayden? But I guess it only makes sense that they would eventually start making superhero movies not based on comic books, see also this piece of crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rZQQgvhn4jg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rZQQgvhn4jg&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, I hate people, too, but I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie began with about  20 minutes of production logos, but once the actual movie started playing I was grinning from ear to ear, it was exactly the movie I was in the mood for and had expected. Mindless fun, yes, but still fun nonetheless. It was tense, exciting, and a little creepy ( I jumped more than once). I was even able to forgive the terrible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CGI&lt;/span&gt; creatures that look a little worse than the zombies in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Resident Evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was the third Act. Can no one write a third act anymore? I'm sorry, I failed to mention that this movie was written by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Akiva&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Goldsman&lt;/span&gt;, one of the biggest hacks in Hollywood. Let me break you down his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;filmography&lt;/span&gt; for you: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batman Forever, Batman &amp;amp; Robin, Lost in Space, Practical Magic, and The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;DaVinci&lt;/span&gt; Code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes, he's doing the world a favor by being on strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like every other movie these days, it totally fell apart at the third act. I don't want to have to put in a spoiler alert, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Akiva&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hacksman&lt;/span&gt; took the twist from the book and made it shittier. And not interesting. And lame. And I hate him.  The movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; been salvaged, but they added this useless Epilogue which represents everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; wrong with movies today. Will Smith is too concerned with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;bankability&lt;/span&gt; to headline a movie with a bleak ending, therefore the movie gets ruined  right at the end. And hey by that point, they already have your $10, so who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that was too bleak of an ending, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;here's&lt;/span&gt; a happy epilogue for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GaZqpbNzRMU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GaZqpbNzRMU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even tell me I am Legend wouldn't have been awesome if that was the last 3 minutes instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-8650926300229976508?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8650926300229976508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=8650926300229976508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/8650926300229976508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/8650926300229976508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-crappy-movie.html' title='I Am Crappy Movie'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/R4b84lLclxI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Nt9NBIfVyRE/s72-c/fresh-prince.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-6780298936217822708</id><published>2008-01-10T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:56:27.090-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rob Schneider'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punky Brewster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brian McNamee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Ten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roger Clemens'/><title type='text'>The Bitch is Back! Thirsty Bitch: Season 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/R4WyilLclwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yJvGPCgsHpM/s1600-h/rob_schneider_the_animal_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/R4WyilLclwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yJvGPCgsHpM/s200/rob_schneider_the_animal_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153721655760819970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know what you've all been thinking, &lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Thirsty Bitch has reneged on the agreement that he made with his readers in his &lt;a href="http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-never-promised-you-chia-garden_05.html"&gt;very first post&lt;/a&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And sadly, yes, to a certain extent I did. I could give a list of excuses as to why I haven't posted since September, I even have a couple good ones, but I won't. Instead I'm just going to apologize and ask that you take me back ( c'mon, if I was a &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001705/"&gt;hot chick&lt;/a&gt;, you wouldn't think twice about it) or I could just pretend that this was a TV show and what you experienced was the hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, let's go with that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 Things to Look Forward to In Season Two of Thirsty Bitch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Taking a page out of Aaron Spelling's Playbook, Heather Locklear joins the cast, catfights ensue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Animated musical guests singing to giant anthropomorphic amphibian...just watch the clip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AIptMXQOtOU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AIptMXQOtOU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the way, you know Davy Jones totally hit that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Own Season 1, Coming soon to DVD and BluRay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A post written by 2 of the 5 writers of &lt;em&gt;Scary Movie&lt;/em&gt;, but 2 of the good ones. Of course, I'm only joking... there were no good ones. ZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ross and Rachel discover they have feelings for each other and then she puts out on the second date. slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Live-blogging the season finale of &lt;em&gt;According to Jim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;4. A Special Post to let all of you know..."&lt;em&gt;What's Up... Down There".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. Roger Clemens will talk to Thirsty Bitch about Brian McNamee and lose his shit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Posts funnier than this one ( not a big challenge).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. An animated version of Thirsty Bitch, ala Punky Brewster....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0lGnaIMCmU8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0lGnaIMCmU8&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I miss that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-6780298936217822708?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6780298936217822708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=6780298936217822708' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/6780298936217822708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/6780298936217822708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2008/01/bitch-is-back-thirsty-bitch-season-2.html' title='The Bitch is Back! Thirsty Bitch: Season 2'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/R4WyilLclwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yJvGPCgsHpM/s72-c/rob_schneider_the_animal_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-5944773590704878387</id><published>2007-09-25T02:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T03:57:47.252-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kathy griffin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Ten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meg white'/><title type='text'>Top Ten Tuesday: Top 10 Uggos You Shouldn't Feel Guilty About Wanting to Do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rvit_Vc8AiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Vqv_vJN2XB0/s1600-h/Rihanna.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rvit_Vc8AiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Vqv_vJN2XB0/s320/Rihanna.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114028680481079842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before you all get into an uproar, No, Rihanna did not make this list. I simply wanted to start us off with some hotness before we dive in to all of the uglies that we are going to see today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Thanks to everyone who voted, I had a fun time watching the polls, and if the post you voted for didn't win, just sit tight, it'll show up, eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to the always gratuitus explanation of the Top Ten.  Have you ever been watching TV with some buddies and they start ripping on some ugly chick that pops up? We've all been there. Have you ever thought, during these times, "She's not so bad," but were too ashamed to say anything?&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't feel ashamed anymore. We're gonna march all of these Uglies out into the open and shout from the rooftops:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "Yes! Yes, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;would!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, lets all get ready to come out of the non-gay closet with the Top 10 Uggos You Shouldn't Feel Guilty About Wanting to Do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RviwnFc8AjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/I4e2bob3r-0/s1600-h/300px-She-hulk_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RviwnFc8AjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/I4e2bob3r-0/s200/300px-She-hulk_008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114031562404135474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10. She-Hulk.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she's green.&lt;br /&gt;Let's get past that shall we. Its 2007, and if I still live in a world that discriminates against a beautiful woman because of the color of her skin, than whats even the point? Besides I think she's a lawyer, so she must be pretty smart, and apparently she's into physical fitness and judging from the picture on the left, she's also a cowgirl. If she's half as good as Brad from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Dude!&lt;/span&gt; than I'd say she's one hell of a catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rvix-Fc8AkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/L_GQvEaQjlE/s1600-h/the-white-stripes-166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rvix-Fc8AkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/L_GQvEaQjlE/s200/the-white-stripes-166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114033057052754498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9. Meg White.&lt;br /&gt;Man, are we topical over at Thirsty Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I went through a period of not seeing any redeeming qualities in Meg White, and then all of a sudden, like a 6th grader coming back from summer vacation and discovering something was different I thought, "She ain't bad."  That grew into  a full on crush.&lt;br /&gt;Meg White?&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothing wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RvizUFc8AlI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ySdWBmQETmA/s1600-h/kirsten_dunst_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RvizUFc8AlI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ySdWBmQETmA/s200/kirsten_dunst_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114034534521504338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8. Kirsten Dunst.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to admit that this one is a case of peer pressure.&lt;br /&gt;I always thought Dunst was really hot, and then blog after blog kept referring to her as the fug, and then I started thinking to myself,&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, she is kinda fug."&lt;br /&gt;That, piled on top of pictures like this one where she looks like any second she's gonna start peeing on the sidewalk like some crazy old lady I saw once, all equals a good ol' fashioned guilty pleasure fug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rvi0blc8AmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5_eBF9WwAPs/s1600-h/fergie_charity_2_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rvi0blc8AmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5_eBF9WwAPs/s200/fergie_charity_2_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114035762882151010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. Fergie.&lt;br /&gt;Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;I don't totally understand why she's famous. I went to an all boy's school with about 1200 dudes that all kinda bear a striking resemblance to her. Then again, her body is pretty amazing, and if i know anything about women's bodies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rvi1Plc8AnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZsvEw_17ZBM/s1600-h/Ferguson_JS66656282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rvi1Plc8AnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZsvEw_17ZBM/s200/Ferguson_JS66656282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114036656235348594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6. Fergie.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Easy Joke.&lt;br /&gt;Moving On...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rvi2hlc8AoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Iak8Syrzq0A/s1600-h/grace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rvi2hlc8AoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Iak8Syrzq0A/s200/grace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114038064984621698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. Nancy Grace.&lt;br /&gt;What a feisty bitch.&lt;br /&gt;She does have spunk, though. Plus, she's pregnant so you know she puts out. Also, watching her give Trebek hell on Jeopardy gains major points in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/82o_Hdk0Iro"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/82o_Hdk0Iro" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rvi3E1c8ApI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dN--Un6mLi8/s1600-h/Mindy-Cohn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rvi3E1c8ApI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dN--Un6mLi8/s200/Mindy-Cohn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114038670575010450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. Mindy Cohn.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Natalie. She got a bad rap for being "the fat one", but as I've pointed out earlier, no one on that show was attractive. Besides, Natalie may have had the biggest waist, but she also had the biggest heart.&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm from, we call that character.&lt;br /&gt;Character goes a long way...&lt;br /&gt;But then it can get you killed.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm from the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rvi5MFc8AqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vu_XOoWSZTI/s1600-h/Kathyemmys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rvi5MFc8AqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vu_XOoWSZTI/s200/Kathyemmys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114040994152317602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. Kathy Griffin.&lt;br /&gt;We are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; topical.&lt;br /&gt;Kathy Griffin is really funny and that goes a long way. Apparently so far that I can't even think of anything sarcastic to say about her. But if you ever catch her reality show you'll see that she's a really down to earth person and not even that ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rvi9Qlc8ArI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9XfSrV3zN9M/s1600-h/photo_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rvi9Qlc8ArI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9XfSrV3zN9M/s200/photo_16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114045469508240050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Helena Bonham Carter from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Planet of the Apes.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Perhaps I should've kept this one to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rvi-RFc8AsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2vXPyliNznM/s1600-h/0526rosie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rvi-RFc8AsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2vXPyliNznM/s200/0526rosie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114046577609802434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. The View.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you so know it.&lt;br /&gt;This isn't even limited to the members in the photo. I'll take any cast member from any period of the show for a crazy makeout session. Mainly because then it would be real fun to watch them fight about it afterward.&lt;br /&gt;Let Your freak flag fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-5944773590704878387?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5944773590704878387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=5944773590704878387' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/5944773590704878387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/5944773590704878387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2007/09/top-ten-tuesday-top-10-uggos-you.html' title='Top Ten Tuesday: Top 10 Uggos You Shouldn&apos;t Feel Guilty About Wanting to Do.'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rvit_Vc8AiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Vqv_vJN2XB0/s72-c/Rihanna.preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-7515817577977364459</id><published>2007-09-18T03:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T04:03:59.120-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Ten'/><title type='text'>Top Ten Tuesday: Top 10 Possible Top 10's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Ru-EZ7fB2yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/G8_hzy9bM44/s1600-h/103021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Ru-EZ7fB2yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/G8_hzy9bM44/s320/103021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111449683088235298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're always striving to break down barriers here, so in an effort to make this blog a little more interactive, we're gonna try to do something a little different this week. I'm gonna give you 10 possible future Top 10 lists, you vote on the one you want in the poll on the right, and whichever one wins, will be the Top 10 list for next week.  If you are reading this, please vote, it takes nothing and is just good ol' fashioned fun. Here are your choices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Top 10 Post- Saved By the Bell Projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all loved Saved By the Bell, everything the cast did afterwards, not so much. Here we will make fun of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Top 10 People that Don't Have Careers Anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annals of history are filled with people that rose to fame quickly and then vanished without a trace, here we will make a study of some of the best ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Top 10 Well Choreographed Music Videos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all love a good Top 10 with video clips, and we all love some fine dancing. Let's combine them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Top 10 Girls Who Will not Date Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A study of love and all the girls that don't want to have anything to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Top 10 Supervillains that Probably Would've Caused the Apocalypse in Real Life by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of those guys are just way too evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Top 10 Performances by Non-Actors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its a puppet or a cartoon, or maybe its a really well used prop. Let's discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Top 10 Uggos You Shouldn't feel Guilty about Wanting to Do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not crass, its guilty pleasures, some ugly girls are hot. Case Closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Top 10 Superheroes That Might be Gay ( Not that theres anything wrong with that).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple discussion on some of the guys that wear the tights because they simply make them feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Top 10 Decent Performances by Otherwise Crappy Actors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, if you perform a lot of movies and TV, eventually you're gonna knock a role out of the park. These will be the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Top 10 Sequels that No One Asked For.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever see a commercial for a sequel that made you think, "Why'd they make another one of those?" Exactly. We'll rip those apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rock the Vote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-7515817577977364459?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7515817577977364459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=7515817577977364459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/7515817577977364459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/7515817577977364459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2007/09/top-ten-tuesday-top-10-possible-top-10s.html' title='Top Ten Tuesday: Top 10 Possible Top 10&apos;s.'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Ru-EZ7fB2yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/G8_hzy9bM44/s72-c/103021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-1820463102174834038</id><published>2007-09-11T00:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:51:26.706-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X-Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Ten'/><title type='text'>Top Ten Tuesday:  Top 10 Commandments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RuYQwGk_ejI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vuNEvd2vlxA/s1600-h/ten_commandments.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 334px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RuYQwGk_ejI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vuNEvd2vlxA/s320/ten_commandments.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108789245883939378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other day, I found myself having a profound movie going experience. I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ten&lt;/span&gt;, and it was amazing. Since it doesn't have the widest release in the world, let me break it down for those of you that haven't heard of it. The film takes the 10 Commandments and made 10 comedic vignettes about them, occasionally tying them together with recurring characters, lines, etc. And if that doesn't get you to hand over $10, Paul Rudd "hosts" the movie. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cha&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the movie so much, I thought that I would pay tribute here to the original Top 10 list. So get ready to kick it Sunday style, The Top 10 Commandments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thou shalt keep the Sabbath holy.&lt;br /&gt;This is a tough one, tough to keep as a child, harder to keep now. Especially since I work every Sunday. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you see a girl walking down the street, she passes you. You turn around. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bam&lt;/span&gt;! Covet. The Internet has not made this one any easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Thou shalt not covet they neighbor's goods.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, your friend has a really nice big HDTV in his house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bam&lt;/span&gt;! Covet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Thou Shalt not commit adultery.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you see a girl walking down the street, she passes you. You turn around. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bam&lt;/span&gt;! Adultery... I know. They covered all the bases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Thou shalt not steal.&lt;br /&gt;I would say this is the only one on the list that I broke more as a child than as an adult. Hi-C used to give away X-men &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pogs&lt;/span&gt; in the big cases at the supermarket. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pogs&lt;/span&gt; were positioned in such a way that you can just reach your hand into the box and slide them out. I would spend a half hour in the juice aisle wreaking havoc on every box of Hi-C I could. This is a morality tale though, as one day when my parents came back from the store, they had bought me a case of Hi-C, just so I could get the X-men &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pogs&lt;/span&gt; from it. Of course, there were none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Thou Shalt not use the Lord's name in vain.&lt;br /&gt;This one used to be so easy. I never cursed that much. In my old age, however, I know sounds like a sailor with a piece of shrapnel stuck in his spine. I'd say I break this one at least every hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Thou Shalt not bear false witness.&lt;br /&gt;Fancy way of saying not to lie, worded in an obsolete vernacular to make you think that lying didn't make the list and is actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. If I recall correctly though, teachers told us that white lies were not included, which doesn't make sense that there would be a loophole in the ten commandments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Thou Shalt not have other gods before me.&lt;br /&gt;This is a tricky one, to the untrained eye you're all like cool, another one we can scratch off the list, I'm not gonna build a throne to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Xantar&lt;/span&gt;, the lord of the cosmos, but this one has been updated a little bit to include holding things too important. I'm looking at you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt; fans. Its right there in the title...Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Thou shalt not kill.&lt;br /&gt;This one was always viewed as something of a freebie in school. Whenever this one was mentioned it was like,"I'm never gonna kill anyone, scratch this off the list!" But, seriously, don't kill anyone... especially me. Even if its as a goof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Honor thy Father and Mother.&lt;br /&gt;Look, this one just makes good sense. Simple matter of respect, '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nuff&lt;/span&gt; said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is much funnier than the post was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u1kqqMXWEFs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u1kqqMXWEFs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-1820463102174834038?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1820463102174834038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=1820463102174834038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/1820463102174834038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/1820463102174834038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2007/09/top-ten-tuesday-top-10-commandments.html' title='Top Ten Tuesday:  Top 10 Commandments.'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RuYQwGk_ejI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vuNEvd2vlxA/s72-c/ten_commandments.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-3871381442090017607</id><published>2007-09-06T06:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T07:19:03.719-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesame Street'/><title type='text'>The Monster Within.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rt_bDmk_egI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qVzlP-qJ0ZQ/s1600-h/phillips_jeanne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rt_bDmk_egI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qVzlP-qJ0ZQ/s200/phillips_jeanne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107041357403224578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Abby,&lt;br /&gt;I want to write to you before I accidentally hurt any of my loved ones.  I have a terrible addiction that I've never told anyone about. Even as I write this, I am struggling to get the words out. There's no way to sugarcoat it, so I'm just going to come right out and say it. I feast on the blood of the innocent. I know that this sounds crazy, but it is not a hoax. Unfortunately, I suffer from vampirism. This is not a lifestyle choice, but a heriditary illness. I come from a long line of Eastern European nobility, and its a large part of my birthright.I have been able to keep my bloodlust a secret from all my friendly neighbors in the community that I live in, if they found out they would surely tell me how to get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to keep myself in control, I had started counting to 10 whenever I craved blood. This worked for a while, but found it became more effective when I would count the things around me. This has given me focus for over 30 years of my addiction, but now feel that its effectiveness is wearing off. Theres only so many times I can count my cat's kittens or baseballs, before I start to realize how much I want to taste the hot, sweet blood of the countless children that inhabit my street. Fortunately, the only victim, thus far, has been my poor cat, Fatatita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been counting my Hummel figurines when she walked by and I began counting the pints of blood I could drain from her. Afterwards, all I could count were my tears. Please help me before I kill again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Scared on Sesame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rt_foGk_ehI/AAAAAAAAAF0/UUYnQ1ZQesU/s1600-h/Tv_sesame_street_count.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rt_foGk_ehI/AAAAAAAAAF0/UUYnQ1ZQesU/s320/Tv_sesame_street_count.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107046382514960914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-3871381442090017607?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3871381442090017607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=3871381442090017607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/3871381442090017607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/3871381442090017607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2007/09/monster-within.html' title='The Monster Within.'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rt_bDmk_egI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qVzlP-qJ0ZQ/s72-c/phillips_jeanne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-8174114243865540802</id><published>2007-09-04T01:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:51:57.268-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facts of Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90210'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Ten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Matters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing Pains'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Tuesday: Top 10 Actresses Playing Characters Hotter Than They Are.</title><content type='html'>Boy, that sure is a mouthful. Not as succinct as usual, eh? Let me explain; We have been lied to by the media for years. Have you ever been watching a TV show or Movie and seen an actress that just made you yell at the screen, "She ain't all that!" I used to do this all the time, I had to stop though when I started doing it on the streets. Well, anyway here are the Top 10 Actresses that are not as hot as the character they were playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rt0OkGk_efI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uEJkD7CDO1s/s1600-h/spun-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rt0OkGk_efI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uEJkD7CDO1s/s200/spun-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106253565911857650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mena&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Suvari&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Beauty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When I think of a Lolita character, I oft think of billboard-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;esque&lt;/span&gt; foreheads. What the hell? Kevin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Spacey's&lt;/span&gt; character would have to really be insane to contemplate statutory rape with this chick, since afterword she would probably write "I've just been violated" on her forehead. Cut to montage of people around the world finding this info out solely by reading her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rtz1DWk_eWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ul1d9HM57Co/s1600-h/eva_longoria_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rtz1DWk_eWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ul1d9HM57Co/s200/eva_longoria_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106225515480447330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9. Eva &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Longoria&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Her character is a formal model and she's a midget. By the way, the picture on the left is her. If I saw that coming at me, I would throw a burlap sack over it and beat it with a hockey stick until it stopped twitching. Then, someone would be like, "Is this the lovechild of J-Lo and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rumpelstiltskin&lt;/span&gt;?" And I would have to reply, "Maybe, children...maybe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rt0KH2k_eeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ljYBVbuFeKE/s1600-h/422px-Judith_Light_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rt0KH2k_eeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ljYBVbuFeKE/s200/422px-Judith_Light_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106248682534042082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8. Judith Light - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who's the Boss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, No wonder it took Tony 8 years to tap this. I've never had such tendencies, but Tony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Danza&lt;/span&gt; is a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt;' guy and to this day he probably still reels in women that make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Judith&lt;/span&gt; Light look like the crazy old cat lady that she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rt0EVWk_edI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2_j2OvXWYyg/s1600-h/lisas7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rt0EVWk_edI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2_j2OvXWYyg/s320/lisas7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106242317392509394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. Lisa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Whelchel&lt;/span&gt; -  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Facts of Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much like most of America, I was tricked into thinking that Blair was really hot. Sadly, in retrospect, this was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mis&lt;/span&gt; truth. They just filled the show with so many other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fugs&lt;/span&gt;, that when you saw a blond, your brain registered "Hot". You've failed me again, brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rt0AQWk_ebI/AAAAAAAAAFE/P6MiTWzCmqQ/s1600-h/mayim-now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rt0AQWk_ebI/AAAAAAAAAFE/P6MiTWzCmqQ/s200/mayim-now.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106237833446652338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Mayim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Bialik&lt;/span&gt;  -  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blossom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was these really the best casting decision? I mean its not even like Ben on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Growing Pains&lt;/span&gt; that started out as a cute little kid and then grew into an awkward fug. Blossom was even fug as a kid, you know how hard it is for a kid to be fug? I bet Ted from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Dude&lt;/span&gt; stole some of her older brother's barbiturates just to be able to look at her everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rtz2imk_eXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lNVefY_dH1g/s1600-h/sharon_stone_without_makeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rtz2imk_eXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lNVefY_dH1g/s200/sharon_stone_without_makeup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106227151862987122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. Sharon Stone - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Basic Instinct 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why no one saw Basic Instinct 2? For the same reason that you don't go looking for a sex tape of your parents. Hopefully, studios learned that promising that an 80 year old woman will get naked in a movie is only gonna make "Who's Your Caddy" the No. 1 movie in the country. BTW, is there a word for a cougar, past their prime? Hyena? Let's get it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rtz-A2k_eaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JRDrJVftqhM/s1600-h/tori_spelling_071007_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rtz-A2k_eaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JRDrJVftqhM/s200/tori_spelling_071007_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106235368135424418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. Tori Spelling - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;90210&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a very good reason why her character was a virgin for 95% of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;show's&lt;/span&gt; run. Oh sure, she'd say it was by choice, but we all knew the truth. Donna Martin Graduates, my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rtz8jGk_eZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2ipmltFVom0/s1600-h/sarah_jessica_parker_031307_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rtz8jGk_eZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2ipmltFVom0/s200/sarah_jessica_parker_031307_05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106233757522688402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. Sarah Jessica Parker - Pick a role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Y'know&lt;/span&gt; how you always hear guys say things like, "I would love to  have an hour alone with Jessica Alba?" You know why they never say that about Sarah Jessica Parker? Because no one wants to.  Matthew Broderick probably holds a razor an inch away from his wrists every single night and then thinks about how much fun it was to sing "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Danka&lt;/span&gt; Shane" in the big parade, smiles, and remembers how good life can be sometimes. When he's not tending to his "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;husbandly&lt;/span&gt; duties", that is. That shit is gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rt0C0Gk_ecI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JKybjozqhe4/s1600-h/rose-o-donnell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rt0C0Gk_ecI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JKybjozqhe4/s200/rose-o-donnell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106240646650231234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Rosie O' Donnell - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Flinstones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ef&lt;/span&gt;? Betty Rubble was such a fine piece and they go and go and cast this for the live action movie. I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;, I can spit and hit 48 chicks that look more like Betty than this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;uggo&lt;/span&gt;. I hate this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rtz572k_eYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FA6ttnW_DqA/s1600-h/kw_stevil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rtz572k_eYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FA6ttnW_DqA/s200/kw_stevil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106230884189567362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Kellie S. Williams - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family Matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the entire inspiration for this list. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Urkel&lt;/span&gt; was ready to slit his wrists for Laura Winslow and she refused him at every pass. Well, she was a big steaming pile of fug and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; jumped at the chance to not die alone. Look what happened to Myra...ouch. too soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And in keeping with the theme, a little musical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;outro&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iDYSXNIyyPo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iDYSXNIyyPo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-8174114243865540802?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8174114243865540802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=8174114243865540802' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/8174114243865540802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/8174114243865540802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2007/09/top-10-tuesday-top-10-actresses-playing.html' title='Top 10 Tuesday: Top 10 Actresses Playing Characters Hotter Than They Are.'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Rt0OkGk_efI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uEJkD7CDO1s/s72-c/spun-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-1837370800031185162</id><published>2007-08-29T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:51:57.269-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brad garrett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt leblanc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paul giamatti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Ten'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Reasons I Haven't Been Posting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RtWN-2k_eTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3tRIbBmVgqs/s1600-h/grusskarte_sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RtWN-2k_eTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3tRIbBmVgqs/s200/grusskarte_sorry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104141863636400434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know that all of you have been concerned about my well being since I teased you all with an awesome blog and then slowly disappeared into obscurity. Well here I am to let you know that nothing has happened to me, I am as safe as houses ( what does that mean? what if your house gets broken into? not too safe, huh?).  And not only do I have a good excuse for my absence, I have 10...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Been trying to help Steven Seagal resurrect his career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I've been staying up late watching all 3 hours of Big Brother After Dark looking for nudity, of which there has been none, but isn't that guy Dick a big jerk? and whats the deal with Danielle? Did anyone catch the episode where she was making a big deal about ska? Hey, 1998 called, they want their music back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I've been flying back and forth from New York to San Diego dealing Oxycontin to Owen Wilson.....too soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Finally getting to work on those Golden Girls DVDs. Rue McClenahan, you are a national treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Working hard on a spec script that combines the universes of Lord of the Rings with Star Wars. Get it? They have swords... and spaceships! Its a can't miss, I bet there are geeks lining up with their $10 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Perfecting Time Travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Working on my 2-Man Standup act with Matt LeBlanc. We are gonna take Open-Mic Night like a freakin' hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why won't Brad Garrett return my phone calls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. While at my sister's wedding, I awoke one morning to Paul Giamatti singing "Hello, Its Me" from Duets. I've been working really hard to get it out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Trying to stop Moose &amp;amp; Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DulG_pauQbY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DulG_pauQbY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-1837370800031185162?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1837370800031185162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=1837370800031185162' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/1837370800031185162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/1837370800031185162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2007/08/top-10-reasons-i-havent-been-posting.html' title='Top 10 Reasons I Haven&apos;t Been Posting.'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RtWN-2k_eTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3tRIbBmVgqs/s72-c/grusskarte_sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-5644742439474144003</id><published>2007-08-16T14:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T13:29:04.882-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jose canseco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G.I. Joe'/><title type='text'>Tale of the Tape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RsS2zWk_eSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jLbsJdU_jqI/s1600-h/1987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RsS2zWk_eSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jLbsJdU_jqI/s200/1987.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099401671440562466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1987&lt;/span&gt;; those were crazy times for all of us. I was a young lad that didn't know jack about baseball, but had a ton of baseball cards, regardless. In my vast collection of cards about a game I knew nothing about. Was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Topps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; card for some dude in a green shirt named Jose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Canseco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't care about this though,  my real passion lie in G.I. Joe's.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had a handful of those magical little 3.75"  toys, but my neighbor Jonathan had a ton. One day we proposed a trade, the Jose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Canseco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; card in exchange for a dozen Real American Heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on in life, I began to wonder if this was foolish. So, call up your bookies and lets finally put this to rest, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RsShLWk_eQI/AAAAAAAAADs/0iaeSlaK6Os/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RsShLWk_eQI/AAAAAAAAADs/0iaeSlaK6Os/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099377894501611778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CANSECO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; First player to hit 40 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;home runs&lt;/span&gt; and steal 40 bases in a season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G.I. JOE:&lt;/span&gt; Opened up the world of playing with dolls to boys.&lt;br /&gt;ADVANTAGE: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Canseco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G.I. JOE:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt; Grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;CANSECO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Accused of Domestic Battery by first wife.&lt;br /&gt;ADVANTAGE: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whew. This is gonna be a real horse race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G.I. JOE:&lt;/span&gt; Continuously fights to defeat the Cobra forces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;CANSECO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Continuously fights to make a buck.&lt;br /&gt;ADVANTAGE: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;CANSECO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8MmPFMPl-f4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8MmPFMPl-f4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G.I. JOE:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1eA3XCvrK90"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1eA3XCvrK90" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADVANTAGE: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Draw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;CANSECO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Became a joke after needing Tommy John surgery following an inning of pitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G.I. JOE:&lt;/span&gt;  Virtually indestructible as long as you don't leave them in the pool like I did.&lt;br /&gt;ADVANTAGE: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;CANSECO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Appeared on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;VH&lt;/span&gt;1's "The Surreal Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G.I. JOE:&lt;/span&gt; May or may not support the "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" Policy.&lt;br /&gt;ADVANTAGE: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Draw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;CANSECO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Has a book where he claims that he brought steroids into baseball and names the names of other players involved with steroids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G.I. JOE:  &lt;/span&gt;Has a comic book which is just good, clean fun.&lt;br /&gt;ADVANTAGE:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Joe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUTCOME:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Canseco&lt;/span&gt;-1, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joe-4&lt;/span&gt;, Draw- 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that was intense, hope you didn't lose too much money betting on this one. Well, if you bet on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Canseco&lt;/span&gt; against the Real American Hero, perhaps you deserve to lose your shirt. I hope we all learned something here today.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;, let me know what that is, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-5644742439474144003?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5644742439474144003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=5644742439474144003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/5644742439474144003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/5644742439474144003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2007/08/tale-of-tape.html' title='Tale of the Tape'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RsS2zWk_eSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jLbsJdU_jqI/s72-c/1987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-2226548931026717100</id><published>2007-08-06T01:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:52:11.599-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandaddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Electric Six'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Avalanches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smashing Pumpkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bjork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weezer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digital Underground'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zach Galifinakis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Ten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Simon'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Music Videos to Brighten Your Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RrazqFuciJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xdLqKqAe2NM/s1600-h/life_baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RrazqFuciJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xdLqKqAe2NM/s400/life_baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095457564089157778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a rare occasion that I have to be into work early on a Monday and since tomorrow is one of these rare occasions, I thought I’d give back to all the hard working people in the world and help you combat that bad case of the Mondays. Let me set you at ease before you continue on, nowhere on this list is Bobby McFerrin’s “Don’t Worry, Be Happy.” I’d like to think this list compiles some less obvious and much less annoying choices for videos that just put a smile on your face and a tingling in your tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frontier Psychologist by The Avalanches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is  a good pick for a number 10 because this video will either brighten your day or give you nightmares for the next 2 weeks. This is one of my favorite videos and I'm confident that the shear originality of the clip will get you going, plus its got a beat...and a ghost chorus. At 2:16 is probably the greatest moment in music video history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U8BWBn26bX0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U8BWBn26bX0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buddy Holly by Weezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ok, maybe this one is a little obvious, but c'mon, this video has it all; a catchy tune, Pat Morita, and Fonzy dancing like a Russian schoolgirl. After a few minutes with Anson Williams, you'll swear you were back in 1993.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="306"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/WZefFL0zpUuKb270B"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/WZefFL0zpUuKb270B" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="306" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xaskx_weezer-buddy-holly-from-arnolds_music"&gt;Weezer - Buddy Holly (from Arnold&amp;#039;s)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Sumfortyan"&gt;Sumfortyan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humpty Dance by The Digital Underground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the greatest song ever. I have no idea what happened to this guy or why he's not still rapping, but I guess if you can have a group of ladies hold the mic for you while you rhyme, everything else is just gravy. If anyone knows where I can go to a club like this, please let me know immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="333"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/74YiALcXkGdMU3IYk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/74YiALcXkGdMU3IYk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="333" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xj12s_digital-underground-humpty-dance_music"&gt;Digital underground humpty dance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/oublierleracismeskyblog"&gt;oublierleracismeskyblog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't Tell Me Nothin' by Kanye West.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach Galifinakis is hysterical. He barely even does anything here and thats pretty much whats so funny. I had a tough time choosing between this video and Fiona Apple's "Not About Love", but Galifinakis gets the job done here moreso than in the Apple clip. You get bonus points if you can keep a straight face when Kanye name checks the Cosbys and Hillman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PpwgYsYWwdc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PpwgYsYWwdc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gay Bar by Electric Six.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I happen to know for a fact that the Lincoln administration was exactly like this. Lincoln filled his cabinet with physically fit, look-alike bodyguards as a safety measure…it didn’t work. Enjoy the awkward homosexual innuendos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HTN6Du3MCgI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HTN6Du3MCgI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around the World by Daft Punk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You can't have a list of music videos without a little Michael Gondry. This is another one of my all time favorite videos, based mostly on the fact that I think the song is pretty boring, but the video is so much damned fun I'll watch it just to get my dancing robot fix for the day. BTW, if anyone wants to get together and dress up in these costumes and dance, I'm game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FMpsnDxNbqQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FMpsnDxNbqQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It’s Oh So Quiet by Bjork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think most anyone can relate to this video. To feel so nuts for someone that you just feel like your life was one big Technicolor musical. Its ok, I know I've wanted to dance with strangers in the streets more than once...I gotta quit drinkin'. I bet this is also very similar to the feeling of coming out of the closet. Either/or.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g8Z1MpcyqQU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g8Z1MpcyqQU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today by Smashing Pumpkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music video that introduced me and the world to my fav band. The ol’ Corgan sarcasm makes this one of the most misinterpreted songs of the 90’s, but everything about the video is straightforward; say "to hell" with your job and go off and have some fun. This video gets points for having something of an actual story arc. Also, it should be noted that James Iha in a dress is still one of the most confusing things from my youth. Much like the others, if anyone wants to stage a recreation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RHUd896Sur0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RHUd896Sur0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nature Anthem by Grandaddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this video doesn’t warm your soul, you’ve probably already sold it to Satan.  By the time the children’s chorus kicks in you should be ready to grab an animal costume and go backpacking in the woods. Not only does it entertain, it teaches. I think this video does it for me because it reminds me of that old Winnie the Pooh show with the actors in bad costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zw48g9oVGWI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zw48g9oVGWI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Call Me Al by Paul Simon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can watch Paul Simon’s facial expressions in this all day. Theres something else very interesting that happens here; without doing much, these two give the impression of being best friends, which serves the song perfectly. This video is also historic because it marks the last time that Chevy Chase did something funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/50cTkSIkjyidH4nJ6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/50cTkSIkjyidH4nJ6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="364" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xmdyg_paul-simon-you-can-call-me-al_music"&gt;Paul Simon - You Can Call Me Al&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/manon42"&gt;manon42&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats what I put together. Honorable mentions to "Big Me", "Here it Goes", "Weapon of Choice", and "Groove is in the Heart." I really hope I did my part to brighten your day. Let me know if I left off any videos that put a smile on your face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-2226548931026717100?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2226548931026717100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=2226548931026717100' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/2226548931026717100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/2226548931026717100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2007/08/top-10-music-videos-to-brighten-your.html' title='Top 10 Music Videos to Brighten Your Day.'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RrazqFuciJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xdLqKqAe2NM/s72-c/life_baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-1820231144110526410</id><published>2007-08-02T22:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T00:06:18.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend or Foe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Abby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that I have a serious problem and I wanted to seek your advice first before I contact the appropriate authorities. My wife unfortunately passed away several years ago and so I invited her brother and a good friend from my youth to move in and help me with the raising of my three young daughters during this very difficult time for me. This arrangement worked out well for a while, but as time went on and my wounds began to heal, I started to become wary of my "old friend."  At first,I just thought that he was being loving to my daughters during a tough time, but now I feel that his intentions are much more sinister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, he has what would be referred to as a "Peter Pan complex", and at first I thought that this was just his way of connecting with the children, but by bringing himself down to their level,  it is hard for the girls to see him as an adult and mistake him for a peer. You can imagine the disastrous possibilities of this. I've also insisted several times that he make the girls call him, "Uncle", a request that has gone ignored, this only adds to my fears. He's also constantly inviting the girls downstairs to the basement to "listen to new cartoon impressions" that he's been "working on."  That's another thing, His official employment is that of a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;standup&lt;/span&gt; comedian", but he has not gotten paid to do this as long as I can remember, making him a strain on me mentally and financially. His love life is virtually non-existent. He'll meet a nice girl, but ultimately scare her off with his immaturity and love of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;footsy&lt;/span&gt; pajamas. I can't help but wonder if its solely his immaturity or is he simply not very attracted to women his own age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teach the girls to be affectionate, but I'm afraid that my friend may be enjoying their hugs too much. I pray I am not too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Suspicious in San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RrKMg1uciII/AAAAAAAAAC0/MeknTjJJz_k/s1600-h/Joey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RrKMg1uciII/AAAAAAAAAC0/MeknTjJJz_k/s400/Joey1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094288624315041922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-1820231144110526410?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1820231144110526410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=1820231144110526410' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/1820231144110526410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/1820231144110526410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2007/08/friend-or-foe.html' title='Friend or Foe?'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RrKMg1uciII/AAAAAAAAAC0/MeknTjJJz_k/s72-c/Joey1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-5036177304537817838</id><published>2007-07-30T03:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T03:53:33.025-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Styx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guitar'/><title type='text'>Delusions of Grandeur.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqqxZFuciHI/AAAAAAAAACo/1l9I5Z428Ew/s1600-h/air1024-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 323px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqqxZFuciHI/AAAAAAAAACo/1l9I5Z428Ew/s400/air1024-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092077373287598194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rocking out. We’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; all done it. Some more than others. Got the place all to your self. Crank the music up. It'll start innocently enough. Your neck starts to groove to the tune. Then, the classically inevitable feet taps. Oh yeah, you’re getting into it. Maybe you lose control of your arms and hit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;’ imaginary drums. Remember those foot taps? Now they’re turning into steps. Your arms go to your sides and form a rudimentary guitar. Don’t you dare hold back. You form that left hand into what may very well could be a chord(Sure, why not? That might be a chord) and strum your little heart out. Don’t forget the solo. Now, most people stop there. The lame people. Go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change the chords, move up and down the neck. Step up to the mic. Now is your time to shine. Those thousands of people paid $200 to Ticketmaster to hear you so you'd better start singing along. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Oooh&lt;/span&gt;, not too loud, the neighbors didn't pay anything.) There ya go, that soft falsetto whisper is enough to convince you that you should have a record deal, but not loud enough for anyone to be able to disagree with you. Now you're free to sing your little Styx &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt;' heart out. Here comes the solo. Look over at the bass player, he gives you a nod as if to say, "Go for it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;duder&lt;/span&gt;." He always says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;duder&lt;/span&gt;, it drives you nuts, but you guys have been good friends since childhood. Sure you had that rocky period when you both went to different high schools, but you remembered the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rockin'&lt;/span&gt; good times and now you don't just rock together, you roll together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we waiting for?! This solo isn't gonna play itself! Start that b-boy up. Make sure you bring your chord hand and strumming hand together real close. Turn this mother out. Make some awkward faces that could easily be confused for your O-face, but right now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; your "Oh, I almost can't handle all the ROCK-face." OWN IT. Walk over to the rhythm guitarist, you two do that thing. Um, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;y'know&lt;/span&gt;...when you two look at each others guitars like you're not sure what to play next. There ya go. Cocky bastard. The two of you are constantly butting heads. He's always like, "Why can't we put some of the songs that I write on the album." And your all like, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cus&lt;/span&gt; they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;suuuuuuck&lt;/span&gt;!" The measly 60,000 copies his solo album sold backed you up on that one, but when he showed his true colors as a friend when you were in rehab. Friends like that are hard to find. You may not always see eye to eye, but neither did Lennon/McCartney. You two can be the next Lennon/McCartney! Far out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like this solo is wrapping up so that means its time to rock out that last chorus. You have a choice here between clapping your hands over your head or holding the mic out to the audience for them to sing along. I like to go with the clapping. If anyone wanted to hear the audience sing, they'd be putting the asses in the seats, not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great set. Walk off the stage and listen to the sweet sounds of all those people not just wanting you, but wanting to be you. What a great feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; not the crowd calling, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; my Mom. Man, do I need to get my own place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite song to rock out to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-5036177304537817838?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5036177304537817838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=5036177304537817838' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/5036177304537817838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/5036177304537817838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2007/07/delusions-of-grandeur_30.html' title='Delusions of Grandeur.'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqqxZFuciHI/AAAAAAAAACo/1l9I5Z428Ew/s72-c/air1024-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-1138721195672493431</id><published>2007-07-26T04:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T05:38:39.427-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reginald Vel Johnson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfect Strangers'/><title type='text'>Dr. Career: RVJ Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqhcYluciEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XITQeRBIJD0/s1600-h/reginald-veljohnson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqhcYluciEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XITQeRBIJD0/s320/reginald-veljohnson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091420956255881282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do, What to do if you’re Reginald Vel Johnson? They replace your Harriet, Urkel gives up acting, and Bruce Willis loses your number. Well, fear not, RVJ, we are gonna solve the whole Reggie J mess with my “8 Simple Rules For Resurrecting the Vel.”:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    4 words: Dancing With the Stars. You may not even need the next 7 steps after this one. Have you seen what its done for people? Mario Lopez, Joey Lawrence, are you really gonna debate me on this? Sure its definition of “Stars” is loose, but if you’re not a star going into that show, I’ll be damned if you’re not a star coming out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    Get a recurring role on According to Jim. Nothing fancy, just get some people saying, “isn’t that Carl Winslow?” again. This should be pretty easy since you’re already pretty cozy with ABC and because Jim Belushi is a whore. But America loves him, and soon they are going to love his new bowling partner, “Duncan” (there seems to be a trend of giving African American characters on TV terrible names…I’m not a racist).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Viral Video: You and Pauly Shore do something stupid( lip sync a b-52’s song, perhaps) and curse a ton. At some point take off your shirt. Hip Young Audience, meet RVJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    Good, now that America is starting to warm up to the star of everyone’s favorite Pefect Strangers spinoff, its time to show off your range a little bit. Now, this step is gonna be a little tricky, so I’ve added a familiar twist. You’ll still be playing a cop, but this time you’re playing a cop on…Big Love. You find out the secret of the Henrickson clan and threaten to turn them in unless they make it a fivesome. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt; Feel free to toss in some innuendos about the title, maybe even show a little RVJ backside, it worked for Franz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    Start making the rounds at some clubs, y’know, be seen mixing it up with all the young foxes and hounds of Hollywood. Get your picture in a couple of papers with Ashton and Demi ( let Bruce know where your loyalties lie). How about an adorable pic of you and Britney shaving each others heads (too soon)? They’re gonna love the new Reggie V. Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.    Of course, rehab. All the big stars are doing it. You’re no exception. I don’t care if you’re not addicted to anything, you get addicted, damn it! Besides some cocaine will help you shed some pounds so you’ll be all set for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.    Join a trendy religion, Scientology has a bad rap so that would leave you with the kaballah, make sure you wave at photo ops with your bracelet hand. This step is probably a good time to distance yourself from those crazies starting the Church of Veljohnsonism ( I wish I made that up, but its true).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.    This is it. What you’ve worked so hard for. You get yourself a part in big summer action movie. You don’t need Bruce, he couldn’t even open against a cartoon. You’re the star now. Cast Bow Wow as your sidekick just to stick it to Jaleel White. Maybe even throw Mark-Linn Baker a role just to show people you know how to keep it real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if all else fails, one word: sextape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-1138721195672493431?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1138721195672493431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=1138721195672493431' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/1138721195672493431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/1138721195672493431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2007/07/dr-career-rvj-edition.html' title='Dr. Career: RVJ Edition'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqhcYluciEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XITQeRBIJD0/s72-c/reginald-veljohnson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-8288175749317773928</id><published>2007-07-26T02:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:52:20.522-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spider-Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X-Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Ten'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Embarrassingly Bad Guys</title><content type='html'>Ok, ok. I'm a geek. Now that we got that out of the way we can all move on with our lives and the important issues of this post. There are way too many "villains" (and I use that term very loosely) that repeatedly get the crap beaten out of them by "superheroes" when they can easily be detained by any nearby police officer/ 8 year old girl. These so called "heroes" should be embarrassed to be seen laying a hand on any of these people, and maybe today we'll learn who the real heroes are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqhGqVuch3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/3GLm7oHqTO4/s1600-h/280px-Catwomanhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqhGqVuch3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/3GLm7oHqTO4/s200/280px-Catwomanhead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091397071942748018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10. Catwoman.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Batman.&lt;br /&gt;Before any people get on me for sexism, Catwoman makes this list not just because she's a woman, but mainly because she's Batman's girlfriend. And he beats the crap out of her. Does this sound like a healthy relationship at all?&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, honey, how was your day?"&lt;br /&gt;"Not bad, robbed a bank."&lt;br /&gt;"What?!"&lt;br /&gt;SMACK!&lt;br /&gt;Its called domestic battery, and I'm shocked at Batman. Hero? Not in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqhKUluch6I/AAAAAAAAABA/VyG2FREnmhI/s1600-h/440px-Blobm.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqhKUluch6I/AAAAAAAAABA/VyG2FREnmhI/s200/440px-Blobm.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091401096327104418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9. The Blob.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: X-Men.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps I'm a little sensitive to the Blob, because we're both overweight, but gimme a break here. Look at this guy! The X-men look like a team of bloody bodybuilders going up against the kid that was picked last in gym. The Blob is also another character that gets such fantastic dialog as, "I'm the Blob!" on loop until he gets knocked back to Wendy's where he has to cry in his Frosty...alone. Have a friggin' heart, X-Men,  the world has enough Anti-Fatites (give it time, it'll catch on). Who's next on your hit list of hate? Santa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqhP01uch9I/AAAAAAAAABY/4M5TsGqhTYY/s1600-h/180px-Solomon_grundy_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqhP01uch9I/AAAAAAAAABY/4M5TsGqhTYY/s200/180px-Solomon_grundy_1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091407147936024530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Solomon Grundy.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Green Lantern.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start off by saying that if you're named after a nursery rhyme, you're probably not going to appear too threatening to people. Secondly, if all you do is walk around reciting said nursery rhyme, even less threatening. If I started calling myself Little Miss Muffet and went around talking about eating my curds and whey (WTF is whey, anyways?) it probably wouldn't be long before I had plenty of quiet time, if you know what I mean. Now, you might be thinking that he gets points for being a zombie, but guess what? I've seen a bunch of zombie movies and thats normal people taking on like hundreds of zombies. None of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; have superpowers. Whats the matter, Green Lantern? One zombie too much for you? Maybe all that cool jewelery is weighing you down. Why don't you grow a pair and shoot him in the head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqhROVuch-I/AAAAAAAAABg/AV38tf6FWLg/s1600-h/boomerang.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqhROVuch-I/AAAAAAAAABg/AV38tf6FWLg/s200/boomerang.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091408685534316514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. Boomerang&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Spider-Man&lt;br /&gt;Its like they weren't even trying sometimes. As you can guess from his name and costume, this guy throws boomerangs. I can't offer you much more than that. Obviously, he's an Australian, but wait a minute, he was a Major League Pitcher too! Get it? Thats why he can throw the boomerangs! Genius! So essentially, on the danger scale, this guy is as dangerous to you as if I was playing fetch with my dog and you walked in the middle and got hit by the stick. Of course, Spider-man would  then come down and say something lame like "Caught in my Web of Justice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqhUPFuch_I/AAAAAAAAABo/nJ5TPYMrwHE/s1600-h/grodd.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqhUPFuch_I/AAAAAAAAABo/nJ5TPYMrwHE/s200/grodd.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091411996954101746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6.Gorilla Grodd.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: The Flash.&lt;br /&gt;I'm no animal activist, I enjoy a nice steak every now and then, but this is pushing it. Just because you give an animal an alliterative last name doesn't mean its ok pound on it for an hour because you suspect it was about to rob a bank. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey, Look! crossing the street! Its Squirrel Samson! He must be about to rob that house."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;::Sarcastic glare over at The Flash:: &lt;/span&gt;To think of all the good that Diane Fosse did for these gentle creatures and then one gets loose and The Flash uses it as a punching bag. I bet whenever Gorilla Grodd isn't around, the Flash heads over to the arctic and clubs some baby seals. Jeez, what a DB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqhHS1uch5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rA0Ev-SJYNQ/s1600-h/Big_Wheel_Marvel.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqhHS1uch5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rA0Ev-SJYNQ/s200/Big_Wheel_Marvel.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091397767727450002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. The Big Wheel&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Spider-Man&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!  Words fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqhVdluciAI/AAAAAAAAABw/X6Y9HW5Ze1M/s1600-h/lex-luthor1-700691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqhVdluciAI/AAAAAAAAABw/X6Y9HW5Ze1M/s200/lex-luthor1-700691.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091413345573832706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. Lex Luthor.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Superman.&lt;br /&gt;Superman can do anything, he can fly, has unlimited strength, impermeable skin, so of course it makes total sense that his greatest foe is a shady real estate man. This is horrible. The only reason why Lex Luthor still exists is because of tradition; his character was created sometime in the mid 1700s. Superman's villain should be some giant vampire robot that spits acid. Or I guess a guy who wants to flip real estate. Either or. The next time you see a house for sale and there's one of those signs with the picture of the guy selling it, imagine Superman pounding on&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; him&lt;/span&gt;. I know. I hate Superman too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqhXjFuciBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ufvNDu0a8ZU/s1600-h/Rat_King_Gritty.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqhXjFuciBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ufvNDu0a8ZU/s200/Rat_King_Gritty.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091415639086368786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3.The Rat King.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Ninja Turtles, you have a lot of weird villains, but none more embarrassing than the Rat King. The Rat King, in a nutshell, is a homeless man who lives in the sewers and likes to talk to rats, so much so that he named himself their king.  Now, I wasn't a major in criminology, but I fail to see where the crime is here.  Perhaps, the real crime is the system that prevents this man from being able to get a job and a home that doesn't have raw sewage running through it. If he did ever attack the Turtles it was probably because they were homing in on his turf and if I've learned anything, its that you don't mess with a homeless rodent monarch's sewage real estate. Lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqhYfluciCI/AAAAAAAAACA/EFvxLNkVyFI/s1600-h/frank_gorshin_riddler1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqhYfluciCI/AAAAAAAAACA/EFvxLNkVyFI/s200/frank_gorshin_riddler1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091416678468454434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2.The Riddler.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Batman.&lt;br /&gt;The Riddler is a pretty obvious choice to rank high on this list because he barely even qualifies as a villain. He has all  the superpowers of a 12 year old with a new activity book. I used to love those things, I would run around the house telling everyone all the jokes and riddles I was learning. I guess I was lucky that Batman never showed up and kicked my ass. If anything, the Riddler is just confused about how the whole crime thing is supposed to work.  Does it even count as a crime if you're going to tell Batman about it beforehand? If anything, he's working on the side of justice. In reality, the Police force would probably give him a medal for all he's done in the crime prevention field. Cut to all the cops palling around with The Riddler ( or "T-Riddy" as they'd call him for short) while Batman is on the outside looking in, shedding a tear as he wishes he could do as much for Gotham as Riddler has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqhZyVuciDI/AAAAAAAAACI/JFles73uRK0/s1600-h/BBW+-+Vulture+is+lame.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqhZyVuciDI/AAAAAAAAACI/JFles73uRK0/s200/BBW+-+Vulture+is+lame.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091418100102629426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1.The Vulture.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Spider-Man.&lt;br /&gt;What the crap, Spider-man? This guy is older than dirt. Oh, and did I mention that he has cancer? Yeah, he does. Hey, Spidey what do you say you and me cruise by Mt. Sinai with a couple of baseball bats and give those cancer patients a special delivery of pain. God damn it, for a guy that cried like a little girl with a skinned knee when his uncle died, you sure don't have any trouble beating the snot out of someone's great grandfather. That doesn't even look like a Villain's costume, he probably dressed up for Halloween to pass out candy and Spider-Man was all like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Look! that man with the breathing tube is too close to the children! He must be stopped!"&lt;/span&gt; Go to hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-8288175749317773928?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8288175749317773928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=8288175749317773928' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/8288175749317773928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/8288175749317773928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2007/07/top-10-embarrassingly-bad-guys.html' title='Top 10 Embarrassingly Bad Guys'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/RqhGqVuch3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/3GLm7oHqTO4/s72-c/280px-Catwomanhead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14352467.post-480292183110454704</id><published>2007-07-05T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T04:45:25.314-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chia Pet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing Pains'/><title type='text'>I Never Promised You A Chia Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Ro1Ya7ZHuxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rk6A4elM4VU/s1600-h/ramchia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Ro1Ya7ZHuxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rk6A4elM4VU/s320/ramchia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083816774014057234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From as far back as I can remember, I always wanted a Chia Pet. As a kid, watching the commercial of the mysterious hand molesting the orange animal and then the awesome time lapse of it turning into a genuine bush, I always thought to myself, "How can it get any better than that?" I would run to my parents after each viewing (if you watched the same stuff I did, you saw this at least once every half hour) begging for a Chia to call my own. Now, Chias weren't technically a toy so they were pretty much off my childhood radar whenever I wasn’t watching TV (my attention span has not improved since then). On top of the fact that I don’t think I've ever actually seen one of these things in a store, any Christmas list making with the Sears WishBook would exclude Chia goodness. Making these post-commercial viewing requests pretty much the full extent of my efforts. And My parents would always respond the same way, “ You’re not going to water it and we’re just going to be left with a crusty piece of pottery on the windowsill.” So it goes. Sufficed to say, I didn’t get one, but the closest I would ever came to Chia fulfillment would come many years later, during my senior year of high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word had gotten out to my then girlfriend about my desire for the Chia and she searched frantically for one for me for Christmas (I know this to be fact because she made me stand outside of the stores while she went in and later told me what she was looking for) though she too came across the same problem of finding no store that carried them. I was touched that someone finally made an effort to get me my lifelong dream and much making out was had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time would go on, the commercials became less and less frequent and whenever I did catch it, I would be angered that they swayed from the classic animals and added licensed characters like Looney Tunes and Shrek to the Chia menagerie. The final straw was when they released the “Special Edition” Mr. T Chia, they had become a parody of themselves. What was once a marvel of my youth had become a joke on Conan. I’m sure I felt the same way about this as die hard Rolling Stones fans felt when they heard “Wild Horses” in that Ford commercial. The Chias had sunk to Mick Jagger’s level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chia-P’s have now become closely associated to me with disappointment, whenever I am reminded of the beloved pottery that grows, I think back to the times of watching Woody Woodpecker after school, shootin’ some b-ball, and making out in my old Mercury Sable (sorry, I’ll stop now). The simpler times of youth. Heck, I’d probably be considerably less stressed if  I took some time out of my day to water a green, bushy ram that sat on my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About now is when You’re asking yourself what any of this has to do with anything, and rightfully so. My lifelong quest for a chia pet has brought me to where I am today, in hopes that I can seed the pottery of the Internet in order to blossom a pet of my own (man, was it hard to word that to not sound like a bad sexual innuendo).  The reason my parents would give me for not getting me one was that I wouldn’t water it and it would just be a waste. They were probably right, I probably never would’ve watered it and there would’ve just been a crusty piece of pottery sitting on the windowsill. Well, I am gonna do my best to water this b-boy and hopefully, it will grow. So, without further ado, I present to you, “thirsty bitch, the bloggery that grows (blows).”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUE: Growing Pains Theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/liFmMcmigsQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/liFmMcmigsQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14352467-480292183110454704?l=thirstybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/480292183110454704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14352467&amp;postID=480292183110454704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/480292183110454704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14352467/posts/default/480292183110454704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirstybitch.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-never-promised-you-chia-garden_05.html' title='I Never Promised You A Chia Garden'/><author><name>The Thirsty Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18006871962337652830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/SdKS3GVNzXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lvc3jCknLiw/S220/n10503489_31050672_3656.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkl6DoLT68w/Ro1Ya7ZHuxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rk6A4elM4VU/s72-c/ramchia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
