<?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-2365111831950443795</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:13:53.451-07:00</updated><category term='Brendan O&apos;Hara'/><category term='Paul Krugman'/><category term='The Darjeeling Limited'/><category term='Darjeeling Limited'/><category term='Sweet Bronco'/><category term='Bright Eyes'/><category term='Vivica A. Fox'/><category term='Owen Wilson'/><category term='10 Actually Hottest Hotties'/><category term='Wes Anderson'/><category term='Conor Oberst'/><category term='Bodhi'/><category term='Steve Wozniak'/><category term='Michael C. 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Good Music'/><category term='Perez Hilton'/><category term='Chris Carrabba'/><category term='RodGab'/><category term='Nicole Richie'/><category term='South Florida'/><category term='Hollywood Bowl'/><title type='text'>Mood Vane</title><subtitle type='html'>Sad case, as you may think, for one/ who had a brain so wild!...But to the thorn, and to the pond/ which is a little step beyond,/ I wish that you would go:/Perhaps when you are at the place/ You something of her tale may trace.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-6580795262823905245</id><published>2008-02-28T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T08:33:29.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snoop copies Chromeo...or do I have double vision?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Don't get me wrong. I think that Snoop's usually an original. His contribution to Dre's Chronic  was awesome and his subsequent musical career has been an undeniable success, however uninteresting to me. But, his video for his new song "Sexual Seduction" off his new album Ego Trippin' just caught my eye on VH1 and it was interesting to me for the simple reason that it was a total Chromeo knockoff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think this is significant because Chromeo brought this particular style of synth-heavy '80s kitsch back into the arena of underground popular music. A big star like Snoop jumps in and rides the wave of something that's already working and tries to make it look like his own idea. From the strap-on keyboard all the way to singing with a tube in his mouth like Chromeo's Pee Thug, this concept is not a Snoop original. Chromeo is definitely getting their due, but in the years that it takes for artists to build their following, that is to say that by the time that the real mainstream hears of them, they'll be behind Snoop, regarded as knockoffs of him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We're not talking Avril Lavigne here or anything, but it's still kind of disgusting.  Maybe I'm being unfair. What'choo think? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Chromeo's video for "Needy Girl" (So much better by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kXuESUaESHY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kXuESUaESHY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't embed the Snoop video because, despite his attempt to appear lo-fi and original, he's such a big star, but go here if you want to take a look at it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iUtMSfY8nEQ"&gt;Snoop "Sexual Seduction" video on You Tube.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-6580795262823905245?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/6580795262823905245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=6580795262823905245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/6580795262823905245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/6580795262823905245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2008/02/snoop-copies-chromeoor-do-i-have-double.html' title='Snoop copies Chromeo...or do I have double vision?'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-3885389946401224227</id><published>2008-02-12T08:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T08:38:17.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>South Floridian&lt;a href="  http://www.myspace.com/brendanohara "&gt; Brendan O'Hara&lt;/a&gt; came to Los Angeles to play his one-man show at Genghis Cohen once again, and by once again I mean it was his second visit in three months. It was awesome. His show is very entertaining, but he made the whole audience (and me?) sing, "My soul will not be sold," out loud, which is something that I find a little embarrassing to say in public. Anyway, it was a great show and he's a very stylish and inspiring guy. He didn't want to give himself too much credit and say, "200", but he estimates that he played nearly 200 shows this year. That's quite a tour. Go Brendan! Come back to LA some time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=10329797"&gt;Brendan O'Hara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=10329797&amp;v=2&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=10329797&amp;title=Brendan O'Hara"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-3885389946401224227?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/3885389946401224227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=3885389946401224227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/3885389946401224227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/3885389946401224227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2008/02/south-floridian-brendan-ohara-came-to.html' title=''/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-6967467318328510461</id><published>2008-02-12T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T08:29:14.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Swimming Pool!</title><content type='html'>The only things worse than jumping in a pool at 6a.m. for a cold morning swim practice...would have to be this. Although, part of me really wants to swim in this pool, wherever it is. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="464" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NDUwOTgw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NDUwOTgw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="464" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/index/dangerous-swimming-pool.html"&gt;Worlds Most Dangerous Swimming Pool&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/"&gt;free videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-6967467318328510461?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/6967467318328510461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=6967467318328510461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/6967467318328510461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/6967467318328510461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2008/02/crazy-swimming-pool.html' title='Crazy Swimming Pool!'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-8549275424805688434</id><published>2008-02-04T01:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T01:16:37.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>There are other photos as cute as this....if I could only find my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R6bXjGfMQPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/DF4Q5hsb5HM/s1600-h/DSCN0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R6bXjGfMQPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/DF4Q5hsb5HM/s400/DSCN0292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163051020863684850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Anthony St. Anthony, please take a look around. My ____camera photo transfer cord____ is nowhere to be found. Please help me find it so that I can put more photos up on my awesome blog that nobody reads. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-8549275424805688434?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/8549275424805688434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=8549275424805688434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/8549275424805688434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/8549275424805688434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2008/02/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R6bXjGfMQPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/DF4Q5hsb5HM/s72-c/DSCN0292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-7851241446408117467</id><published>2008-01-16T23:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:45:00.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss the '80s, dontcha?</title><content type='html'>If you haven't seen this clip, you have yet to meet your personal hero. This kid is everything that teenagers have forgotten to be since  the '80s, when they idolized background characters in high school romantic comedies. Watch it. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Rin1_XUuVY&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/0Rin1_XUuVY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/2365111831950443795-7851241446408117467?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/7851241446408117467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=7851241446408117467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/7851241446408117467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/7851241446408117467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-miss-80s-dontcha.html' title='I Miss the &apos;80s, dontcha?'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-6523486696328547004</id><published>2008-01-16T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:36:55.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggie Wagon</title><content type='html'>I love this image of a man on the Oakland Park Ave bridge in Fort Lauderdale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R48C9PSeCHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/L_TPHrTAYzk/s1600-h/End+Xmas+vacation+and+return+to+LA+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R48C9PSeCHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/L_TPHrTAYzk/s400/End+Xmas+vacation+and+return+to+LA+027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156343349461780594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so typically and totally Ft. L. Yes, that's a big, brown dog getting towed in the wagon and, yes, I'm pretty sure that man is wearing plaid Jamz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-6523486696328547004?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/6523486696328547004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=6523486696328547004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/6523486696328547004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/6523486696328547004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2008/01/doggie-wagon.html' title='Doggie Wagon'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R48C9PSeCHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/L_TPHrTAYzk/s72-c/End+Xmas+vacation+and+return+to+LA+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-6008414841892230436</id><published>2008-01-05T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T00:13:10.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Cuter Than Cute?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Babies and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R386BvSeCFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/v_Uq5whbGi0/s1600-h/2007+Christmas+Holiday+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R386BvSeCFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/v_Uq5whbGi0/s400/2007+Christmas+Holiday+113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151900300283349074" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R386u_SeCGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/MmMJRCBmg1o/s1600-h/Bodhibeautiful.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R386u_SeCGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/MmMJRCBmg1o/s400/Bodhibeautiful.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151901077672429666" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Puppies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-6008414841892230436?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/6008414841892230436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=6008414841892230436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/6008414841892230436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/6008414841892230436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2008/01/whats-cuter-than-cute.html' title='What&apos;s Cuter Than Cute?'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R386BvSeCFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/v_Uq5whbGi0/s72-c/2007+Christmas+Holiday+113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-1347182240155308868</id><published>2008-01-04T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T23:55:41.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I had a baby...This is the Shi...!</title><content type='html'>Just kidding! Rain did. Look at how beautiful Sid is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R382uPSeCDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qFMXKi2srig/s1600-h/2007+Christmas+Holiday+115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R382uPSeCDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qFMXKi2srig/s400/2007+Christmas+Holiday+115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151896666741016626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the shi... Everyone together with their close ones and in the middle the tiniest of all the little ones ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R383gPSeCEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QgzbQ5F4xF4/s1600-h/2007+Christmas+Holiday+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R383gPSeCEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QgzbQ5F4xF4/s400/2007+Christmas+Holiday+073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151897525734475842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-1347182240155308868?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/1347182240155308868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=1347182240155308868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/1347182240155308868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/1347182240155308868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-i-had-babythis-is-shi.html' title='And I had a baby...This is the Shi...!'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R382uPSeCDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qFMXKi2srig/s72-c/2007+Christmas+Holiday+115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-2172247917982262678</id><published>2008-01-04T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T23:59:46.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Spada's was crowded when I visited with Sweet to the Bronco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sweetbronco"&gt;Sweet to the Bronco&lt;/a&gt; can't resist the sweet peppers at La Spadas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R38ysvSeCBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/dnSXlFd4WOQ/s1600-h/2007+Christmas+Holiday+106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R38ysvSeCBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/dnSXlFd4WOQ/s400/2007+Christmas+Holiday+106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151892242924701714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like no one else can resist the sweet peppers either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R3805fSeCCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZcHT8LTljSE/s1600-h/2007+Christmas+Holiday+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R3805fSeCCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZcHT8LTljSE/s400/2007+Christmas+Holiday+105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151894660991289378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate a big, yummy cheese hoagie with the La Spada guy's grandma's secret recipe from Jersey. I was still recovering from the Bodies exhibit the day before -- puke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-2172247917982262678?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/2172247917982262678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=2172247917982262678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/2172247917982262678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/2172247917982262678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2008/01/la-spadas-was-crowded-when-i-visited.html' title='La Spada&apos;s was crowded when I visited with Sweet to the Bronco'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R38ysvSeCBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/dnSXlFd4WOQ/s72-c/2007+Christmas+Holiday+106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-6054592818040272765</id><published>2008-01-04T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T14:24:43.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort Lauderdale for the Holidays: A Wild Adventure</title><content type='html'>I spent the holidays in Fort Lauderdale, my hometown, and it was relaxing and just a lot of fun. I was so tired, though. I didn't even know why, but I hardly had the energy to do anything. &lt;br /&gt;Hardly doesn't mean didn't though. I let "Aunt" Kathy wear my red Christmas jumper. See below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R38u6fSeCAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/TB9945MoIYQ/s1600-h/2007+Christmas+Holiday+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R38u6fSeCAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/TB9945MoIYQ/s320/2007+Christmas+Holiday+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151888081101391874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John listened to all, well most, of my problems. I still have a ton of secrets that I can't wait to share with him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R38nh_SeB8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8GVO1ayw2mE/s1600-h/2007+Christmas+Holiday+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R38nh_SeB8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8GVO1ayw2mE/s320/2007+Christmas+Holiday+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151879963613202370" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;This was a pretty interesting moment too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R38o3vSeB-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/bT8kAPcU-XQ/s1600-h/2007+Christmas+Holiday+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R38o3vSeB-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/bT8kAPcU-XQ/s320/2007+Christmas+Holiday+087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151881436786984930" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a ride in the MOONVAN with the Horgans, my boyfriend's family.&lt;br /&gt;That's Captain Misty (short for Mister Horgan): &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R38pXPSeB_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/18tbvFccElk/s1600-h/2007+Christmas+Holiday+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R38pXPSeB_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/18tbvFccElk/s320/2007+Christmas+Holiday+040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151881977952864242" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the disgusting &lt;a href="www.bodiestheexhibition.com"&gt;Bodies &lt;/a&gt;exhibit (puke), which I hated (except for the fact that it is an intensive anatomy lesson and demonstrates how important breathing is to overall health) and then we all went to Cheesecake Factory (gross).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R38oO_SeB9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/ERDiDMF92G4/s1600-h/2007+Christmas+Holiday+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R38oO_SeB9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/ERDiDMF92G4/s320/2007+Christmas+Holiday+049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151880736707315666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-6054592818040272765?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/6054592818040272765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=6054592818040272765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/6054592818040272765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/6054592818040272765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2008/01/fort-lauderdale-for-holidays-wild.html' title='Fort Lauderdale for the Holidays: A Wild Adventure'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R38u6fSeCAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/TB9945MoIYQ/s72-c/2007+Christmas+Holiday+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-4635395592283994681</id><published>2008-01-04T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T02:43:32.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brit's Smile</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think that Brit smiles because she's so embarrassed that she just doesn't know what to do anymore. It's terrifying to think that someone with that much money and that much opportunity to live just can't live any kind of life. It's trabs. It's trabs. It's terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-4635395592283994681?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/4635395592283994681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=4635395592283994681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/4635395592283994681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/4635395592283994681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2008/01/brits-smile.html' title='Brit&apos;s Smile'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-3410520569298855611</id><published>2008-01-04T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T02:41:14.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Britney Shiz is Unbelievable</title><content type='html'>I guess this is what happens when girls are encouraged to lie about who they are and to perpetuate the myth of today's bankrupt femininity. The essence of women getting their value from external sources (men, from daddy to hubby) and from how they behave (sexy, for example) is the very opposite of self-esteem (understanding your human value with out having to justify it). Go to &lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/"&gt;TMZ&lt;/a&gt; and look at Brit's blank face. Poor crazy rich girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-3410520569298855611?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/3410520569298855611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=3410520569298855611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/3410520569298855611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/3410520569298855611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-britney-shiz-is-unbelievable.html' title='This Britney Shiz is Unbelievable'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-6347355923356305572</id><published>2008-01-04T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T02:04:27.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juno: "honest to blog", it's lamer than you think it is even if you think you liked it.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, a little slice of pop culture like Juno comes along and seems to set the world on fire. Is the world really on fire? Is Juno really enjoyable, or do you just spend most of the time watching the movie preparing to laugh. It's almost like the marketing campaign and the intrigue of another off-the-mark indie-hipster cliche flick convinced people that they should be "getting it" and laughing even though you'd have to be retarded to laugh during this movie. It reminds me of a lame band that I hate called the Moldy Peaches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xVgyccBOpEc&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/xVgyccBOpEc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone been sooo over it before?&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend dragged me to watch them at the Manuel Artime theater in Miami, and as I sat there watching the most annoying people I'd ever seen in my life dance around like they were putting on a skit for grandma, what really puzzled me was why the audience seemed to like it so much. Come to think of it, at the end of Juno the two characters sing a Moldy Peaches song to each other as they strum acoustic guitars. I don't know what's worse, but the audience seemed to like that too. Am I taking crazy pills? Not today anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's a pretty ridiculous, movie-ruining notion that the Juno character - cute, smart, whatever Ellen Page is most likely - would really fall in love with the Paulie Bleeker (father of the her baby) character -- a character that seems like something Wes Anderson might have farted onto a page in high school - when he's ignored her needs and issues for 9 months. Ellen Page: yay. Diablo Cody: naybe (Is that as clever as "Honest to Blog?"). Michael Cera: nay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K0SKf0K3bxg&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/K0SKf0K3bxg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/2365111831950443795-6347355923356305572?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/6347355923356305572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=6347355923356305572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/6347355923356305572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/6347355923356305572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2008/01/juno-honest-to-blog-its-lamer-than-you.html' title='Juno: &quot;honest to blog&quot;, it&apos;s lamer than you think it is even if you think you liked it.'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-1284744602344230834</id><published>2007-12-22T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T12:24:43.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas 2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Bronco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Florida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mahalo'/><title type='text'>Back in the SoFla - So so so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R21wBvSeB4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/-ZbrYP1u9nU/s1600-h/fortlauderdalebeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R21wBvSeB4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/-ZbrYP1u9nU/s400/fortlauderdalebeach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146893124330456962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/miami7/1110239677/"&gt;Photo&lt;/a&gt; By: &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/deed.en"&gt;Troy M&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home in Fort Lauderdale for Christmas. It's been a-ok so far. Went out to the wine bar with my mom and her boyfriend last night. Ooooh, Humphrey Bogart is up on &lt;br /&gt;the TV screen at Brew Urban loft cafe. Yummy. Why was Bogie so hot? He was 5'8" and weird looking, but SO hot. Strange. Anyway, last night at the wine bar - Kala's wine bar - in that shopping center on A1A and Oakland I got wasted on some glasses of red and got chatty with the fun crowd there. A nice, loud woman named Erica told my mom how sexy she was and grilled me about my qualifications for writing her life story, which got increasingly amusing as the wine compromised my ability to put 2 and 2 together. Then, we went to my mom's boyfriend's place, where we drank more wine and I proceeded to tell him "how I really feel", which is my new way of saying, "TMI". When you talk someone's head off against your better judgment and his and her will, it's called "telling them how you really feel." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working today -- doing stuff for my new job at &lt;a href="http://www.mahalo.com"&gt;Mahalo&lt;/a&gt;, the human powered search engine. I'm having a really good time writing How Tos for that company -- I think this website will be a smash -- actually useful search engine results. Novel. Mahalo also has a &lt;a href="http://http://www.mahalo.com/How_to_Use_Mahalo_Social"&gt;social network&lt;/a&gt; for contributing your own best ideas for links and search results. You can create a Mahalo profile up by clicking on Create Account on the upper right hand corner of that page. Here's my page, if you want to check it out: &lt;a href="http://www.mahalo.com/member/Courtney"&gt;http://www.mahalo.com/member/Courtney&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R21wZ_SeB5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/vJCrCmLNbZM/s1600-h/sweetbronco-chrisuclose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R21wZ_SeB5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/vJCrCmLNbZM/s320/sweetbronco-chrisuclose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146893540942284690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hecks to the yeahs, people. &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sweetbronco"&gt;Sweet Bronco&lt;/a&gt; will be back on SoFla landscape in a matter of hours. Very exciting. We might try to book him at a local venue over the next few days. We'll see. Working on it. Working it out. I'm streaming consciousness right now and it feels good -- really, really good -- but I think I'm going to stop anyway so that I'm not sending too much uncensored me-ness (thanks Dupree) out into the universe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-1284744602344230834?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/1284744602344230834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=1284744602344230834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/1284744602344230834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/1284744602344230834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/12/back-in-sofla-so-so-so-far.html' title='Back in the SoFla - So so so far'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/R21wBvSeB4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/-ZbrYP1u9nU/s72-c/fortlauderdalebeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-3827889099687715703</id><published>2007-11-28T13:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T13:52:42.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrina gets shunted from Hyde</title><content type='html'>Too funny! Ink Pen has devoted a bit of this blog space to making fun of Audrina Partridge in the past. She's the Hills girl who wasn't on Laguna Beach but, lucky for her, she "randomly" met LC and Heidi Montag by the pool at the corporate apartment complex they stayed at when they first moved up to LA from Laguna. After they "met" on  lounge chairs, Audrina became an integral part of the drama fest. Her vacant stare is avoided by real celebrities at many a hip Hollywood party, but not on a recent night at Hyde. Yes, Audrina got some Tara Reid, D-list rejected from Hyde action the other night. Yes, it's very funny, and when Audrina's the butt of the joke, you don't have to feel bad for laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid285859616/bclid294430730/bctid1326439151"&gt;Audrina gets shunted from Hyde&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-3827889099687715703?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/3827889099687715703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=3827889099687715703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/3827889099687715703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/3827889099687715703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/11/audrina-gets-shunted-from-hyde.html' title='Audrina gets shunted from Hyde'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-3731191191730616240</id><published>2007-11-20T00:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T00:24:10.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Boring People?</title><content type='html'>Are boring people boring because they lack internal resources? Or is it willfulness? I've always been puzzled. Any thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-3731191191730616240?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/3731191191730616240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=3731191191730616240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/3731191191730616240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/3731191191730616240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-boring-people.html' title='Why Boring People?'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-5342197030458178162</id><published>2007-11-16T22:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T22:51:14.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tool Shed Is Missing Its</title><content type='html'>Dane Cook demonstrates the universal "tool" symbol:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rz6OtyS1wFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6S_H_ZrlbmA/s1600-h/tool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rz6OtyS1wFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6S_H_ZrlbmA/s400/tool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133697542494994514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does that even mean, people?&lt;br /&gt;The roomie BIFF says that she heard that he worked really hard when he came to Hollywood, working the midnight shift and alls that shizz -- yes I'm being sarcastic thought it doesn't read and might not appear funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-5342197030458178162?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/5342197030458178162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=5342197030458178162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/5342197030458178162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/5342197030458178162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/11/tool-shed-is-missing-its.html' title='The Tool Shed Is Missing Its'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rz6OtyS1wFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6S_H_ZrlbmA/s72-c/tool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-8631634165420242876</id><published>2007-11-10T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T22:32:58.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee Shy?</title><content type='html'>If you're pee shy because you can't pee because people might think that you're pooping, you should try utilizing the Insite advertising for more than it's intended purpose (using your most vulnerable moment to make you feel like you should buy things you don't need or want). Read aloud the message on the advertIZment to yourself, but only read the vowels in the soft vowel sound. Ex: elephant would read: "eh" "eh" "ah". You will pee with no worries ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-8631634165420242876?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/8631634165420242876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=8631634165420242876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/8631634165420242876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/8631634165420242876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/11/pee-shy.html' title='Pee Shy?'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-5167218812621320695</id><published>2007-10-31T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T19:29:18.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perez Hilton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicole Richie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t Hurt Yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Audrina Partridge'/><title type='text'>Don't Hurt Yourself</title><content type='html'>PEREZ HILTON WANTED FOR MURDER!!!&lt;br /&gt;..ING MY BRAIN CELLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUE: Inane gossip speculation kills brain cells &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Nicole Richie and Audrina Partridge could possibly be talking about over lunch &lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/?p=7995"&gt;causes Perez to speculate&lt;/a&gt;? Really? If they talked about Brody Jenner, would even that be interesting? Not really. Does any one else get the feeling that he's trying to be interested in these two? No one could really care about what Nicole Richie and Audrina Partridge say, think or do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Ryk1BLPfVdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/a0ijgbbkzJk/s1600-h/audrinaone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Ryk1BLPfVdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/a0ijgbbkzJk/s200/audrinaone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127687945051919826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What did you say?&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Ryk1N7PfVeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_8YSlXMLwzc/s1600-h/audrinai+don%27tknow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Ryk1N7PfVeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_8YSlXMLwzc/s200/audrinai+don%27tknow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127688164095251938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know.&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/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Ryk1XrPfVfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1Ws8KKPvXfI/s1600-h/audrinaone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Ryk1XrPfVfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1Ws8KKPvXfI/s200/audrinaone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127688331598976498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know?&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Ryk1N7PfVeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_8YSlXMLwzc/s1600-h/audrinai+don%27tknow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Ryk1N7PfVeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_8YSlXMLwzc/s200/audrinai+don%27tknow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127688164095251938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What?&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/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Ryk1BLPfVdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/a0ijgbbkzJk/s1600-h/audrinaone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Ryk1BLPfVdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/a0ijgbbkzJk/s200/audrinaone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127687945051919826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am with child.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Ryk1N7PfVeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_8YSlXMLwzc/s1600-h/audrinai+don%27tknow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Ryk1N7PfVeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_8YSlXMLwzc/s200/audrinai+don%27tknow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127688164095251938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ew.&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/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Ryk1BLPfVdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/a0ijgbbkzJk/s1600-h/audrinaone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Ryk1BLPfVdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/a0ijgbbkzJk/s200/audrinaone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127687945051919826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Are you going to eat those fries?&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Ryk1N7PfVeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_8YSlXMLwzc/s1600-h/audrinai+don%27tknow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Ryk1N7PfVeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_8YSlXMLwzc/s200/audrinai+don%27tknow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127688164095251938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ew.&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/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Ryk1BLPfVdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/a0ijgbbkzJk/s1600-h/audrinaone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Ryk1BLPfVdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/a0ijgbbkzJk/s200/audrinaone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127687945051919826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I can't help it. I'm so hungry I could eat Brody Jenner's cock.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Ryk1N7PfVeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_8YSlXMLwzc/s1600-h/audrinai+don%27tknow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Ryk1N7PfVeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_8YSlXMLwzc/s200/audrinai+don%27tknow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127688164095251938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-5167218812621320695?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/5167218812621320695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=5167218812621320695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/5167218812621320695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/5167218812621320695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-hurt-yourself.html' title='Don&apos;t Hurt Yourself'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Ryk1BLPfVdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/a0ijgbbkzJk/s72-c/audrinaone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-3752769391853597921</id><published>2007-10-31T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T18:03:47.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween from Ink Pen Shmee</title><content type='html'>GUESS WHAT WE ARE? CLUE: WE'RE NOT HERE TO SCARE YOU. WE'RE JUST HERE TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU HAVE BAD TASTE IN MUSIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rykkm7PfVbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ixfcq71XYlA/s1600-h/2007+-+Oct+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rykkm7PfVbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ixfcq71XYlA/s400/2007+-+Oct+064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127669901894309298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE INDIE ROCK CARD CATALOGUES!!!! AKA: TOO COOL FOR SCHOOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ink Pen has been saving up the rock for you and only you and you and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rykjx7PfVaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/W_GgHCpT8XQ/s400/court3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127668991361242530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RyklXbPfVcI/AAAAAAAAAII/FdGAvqeZ90c/s1600-h/court3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RyklXbPfVcI/AAAAAAAAAII/FdGAvqeZ90c/s400/court3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127670735117964738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-3752769391853597921?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/3752769391853597921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=3752769391853597921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/3752769391853597921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/3752769391853597921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween-from-ink-pen-shmee.html' title='Happy Halloween from Ink Pen Shmee'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rykkm7PfVbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ixfcq71XYlA/s72-c/2007+-+Oct+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-5514495228303920787</id><published>2007-10-31T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T17:48:17.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Panda Bear - I seek the relaxation</title><content type='html'>Panda Bear. Relax me with your trippy band pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RykhsLPfVYI/AAAAAAAAAHo/m4nC62lM9Cs/s1600-h/panda+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RykhsLPfVYI/AAAAAAAAAHo/m4nC62lM9Cs/s400/panda+bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127666693553739138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax me. Relax me with your briny origins, skater boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/25_gjUbvqNg&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/25_gjUbvqNg&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="366"&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/2365111831950443795-5514495228303920787?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/5514495228303920787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=5514495228303920787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/5514495228303920787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/5514495228303920787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/panda-bear-i-seek-relaxation.html' title='Panda Bear - I seek the relaxation'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RykhsLPfVYI/AAAAAAAAAHo/m4nC62lM9Cs/s72-c/panda+bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-5600264102045872619</id><published>2007-10-27T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T17:11:18.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wes Anderson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Darjeeling Limited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen Wilson'/><title type='text'>Darjeeling Limited - Owen and Wes talk India</title><content type='html'>Owen Wilson and Wes Anderson discuss The Darjeeling Limited. Maybe this gives us insight in to why the movie sucks, or perhaps only seems to. Insight into Wilson's summer incident? Isn't it weird that Owen Wilson, writer and quirky actor, is in the tabloids at all. Certainly he's not a hot guy, but still...he's too cool to have been dating Kate Hudson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=20862626"&gt;Artist on Artist: Owen Wilson and Wes Anderson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=20862626&amp;v=2&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=20862626&amp;title=Artist on Artist: Owen Wilson and Wes Anderson"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-5600264102045872619?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/5600264102045872619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=5600264102045872619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/5600264102045872619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/5600264102045872619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/darjeeling-limited-owen-and-wes-talk.html' title='Darjeeling Limited - Owen and Wes talk India'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-1492903157186949081</id><published>2007-10-24T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:05:27.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wes Anderson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darjeeling Limited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen Wilson'/><title type='text'>The Darjeeling Limited - Did Wes Anderson Fall Flat on His Ass or...</title><content type='html'>Is The Darjeeling Limited too esoteric for me? Yes, everything Anderson does is about as cutesy as life can get for upper middle class people with delicate hobbies, meaningful heirlooms and an assload of time to sit around and look bored. But this one...I don't know if it holds up to the likes of Rushmore and Life Aquatic. Anyone see The Darjeeling Limited? What did you think? When did their life changing experience happen? I was waiting so eagerly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aO1bYukdvLI&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/aO1bYukdvLI&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;...and then boom, the credits started to roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-1492903157186949081?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/1492903157186949081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=1492903157186949081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/1492903157186949081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/1492903157186949081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/darjeeling-limited-did-wes-anderson.html' title='The Darjeeling Limited - Did Wes Anderson Fall Flat on His Ass or...'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-8876767196166814626</id><published>2007-10-18T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T17:16:55.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Bateman - Round 2</title><content type='html'>Get ready to pass out from hotness....NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rxf3T8dR7lI/AAAAAAAAAHc/JrV8SHI2ujQ/s1600-h/batemanlinks.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rxf3T8dR7lI/AAAAAAAAAHc/JrV8SHI2ujQ/s400/batemanlinks.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122835023175741010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, breathe deeply. It's going to be okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-8876767196166814626?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/8876767196166814626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=8876767196166814626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/8876767196166814626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/8876767196166814626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/jason-bateman-round-2.html' title='Jason Bateman - Round 2'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rxf3T8dR7lI/AAAAAAAAAHc/JrV8SHI2ujQ/s72-c/batemanlinks.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-4886866322005482018</id><published>2007-10-18T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T17:15:29.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th "Actually Hot Hottie" Jason Bateman</title><content type='html'>JASON BATEMAN&lt;br /&gt;Age: 38&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6'&lt;br /&gt;Warning! You might want to avert your eyes and attention right now because Jason Bateman is TOO much fun to crush on.&lt;br /&gt;Trademark: He keeps getting hotter and hotter with age.&lt;br /&gt;Downside: He married Paul Anka's daughter in 2003, which means they probably won't be sick enough of each other to divorce for a few years.&lt;br /&gt;Upside: He'll be really really rich when they do divorce&lt;br /&gt;Bateman's been breaking hearts longer than anyone else in Hollywood. Consider the following photo essay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bateman's been breaking hearts from &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rxf0UMdR7iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/aVWh37eN27I/s1600-h/bateman-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rxf0UMdR7iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/aVWh37eN27I/s320/bateman-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122831728935824930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rxf188dR7kI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tNDwNYmBIdY/s1600-h/bateman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rxf188dR7kI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tNDwNYmBIdY/s400/bateman2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122833528527121986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get the picture?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-4886866322005482018?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/4886866322005482018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=4886866322005482018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/4886866322005482018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/4886866322005482018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/4th-actually-hot-hottie-jason-bateman.html' title='4th &quot;Actually Hot Hottie&quot; Jason Bateman'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rxf0UMdR7iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/aVWh37eN27I/s72-c/bateman-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-671762845328750085</id><published>2007-10-17T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T16:54:29.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesse James - Crazy People Do Crazy Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rxfw9sdR7hI/AAAAAAAAAG8/n7kiDfhg45E/s1600-h/Jesse+James.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rxfw9sdR7hI/AAAAAAAAAG8/n7kiDfhg45E/s320/Jesse+James.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122828043853884946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; woman's favorite thing to do is to watch The Price Is Right and order Christian trinkets from the Home Shopping Network, you might not be wrong. But, she has other hobbies too. You must read this story from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;LA Weekly&lt;/span&gt;. According to the recent article "The Life and Death of Jesse James" in the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;LA Weekly&lt;/span&gt;...just read it and learn some pretty interesting things about THIS lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laweekly.com/news/news/the-life-and-death-of-jesse-james/17427/?page=1"&gt;http://www.laweekly.com/news/news/the-life-and-death-of-jesse-james/17427/?page=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-671762845328750085?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/671762845328750085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=671762845328750085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/671762845328750085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/671762845328750085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/jesse-james-crazy-lady-plays-man-on.html' title='Jesse James - Crazy People Do Crazy Things'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rxfw9sdR7hI/AAAAAAAAAG8/n7kiDfhg45E/s72-c/Jesse+James.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-8052869244919029613</id><published>2007-10-16T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T10:26:08.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve Wozniak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kathy Griffin'/><title type='text'>Why I Love Kathy Griffin. Hilarious</title><content type='html'>There are 100,000 reasons to love Kathy Griffin, but the reason why I do is that she says things like there are a billion reasons she had sex with her billionaire boyfriend, Steve Wozniak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RxTzyMdR7fI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Wvl1-F4M4rA/s1600-h/kathygriff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RxTzyMdR7fI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Wvl1-F4M4rA/s320/kathygriff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121986719890140658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to things like credit and the 20-year-old backlash to feminism, no one is honest about the relationship between sex and money these days, and that relationship is completely distorted, to the detriment of society, both men and women. But, Kathy Griffin doesn't give a F*CK about pretending like she doesn't want what everyone wants -- the Benjamins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: View Images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes from Kathy Griffin's interviews with Larry King:&lt;br /&gt;"You know what's great, Larry. He has so much more money than you. Yes, I did (have sex wtih Steve Wozniak at the end of the Emmy night), and I had a billion reasons. What do you make, Lar? A million dollars a year? You know, he craps that out for lunch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry King: "How did you meet him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Griffin: "Who cares? He's got a billion dollars. It was great bringing him as my date because it was great seeing all of the Hollywood phonies not know who he was at all, and knowing that he could buy and sell them all. He did this little thing called inventing the computer. I boy-girl like him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the whole clip, or jump to 2:30 to watch her talk about her BF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/19wqns01-cA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/19wqns01-cA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bill O'Reilly called me a 'pinhead.' That's a badge of honor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I bought my own billboard for Life on the D List. I bought my own billboard, Larry."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-8052869244919029613?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/8052869244919029613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=8052869244919029613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/8052869244919029613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/8052869244919029613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-i-love-kathy-griffin-hilarious.html' title='Why I Love Kathy Griffin. Hilarious'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RxTzyMdR7fI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Wvl1-F4M4rA/s72-c/kathygriff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-3341402878719202859</id><published>2007-10-16T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:49:30.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Fun, Kathy Griffin is a Do-Gooder</title><content type='html'>Kathy Griffin in her element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RxTiPsdR7eI/AAAAAAAAAFk/vM2zc9KSEN8/s1600-h/kathy+griffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RxTiPsdR7eI/AAAAAAAAAFk/vM2zc9KSEN8/s400/kathy+griffin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121967435486981602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy Griffin is always fun to watch, but this is just too much. We can't take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-3341402878719202859?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/3341402878719202859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=3341402878719202859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/3341402878719202859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/3341402878719202859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/pure-fun-kathy-griffin-is-do-gooder.html' title='Pure Fun, Kathy Griffin is a Do-Gooder'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RxTiPsdR7eI/AAAAAAAAAFk/vM2zc9KSEN8/s72-c/kathy+griffin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-6774116401507704010</id><published>2007-10-16T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T11:19:02.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of SisterBro, the Abbey, East West, and the tranny who could only be fabulous</title><content type='html'>Whew, what a whirlwind of a weekend Ink Pen had! From the hills of Topanga Canyon to the top of Runyon, with a little west side action along the way. Sisterbro, the wind beneath ink pen's hoe, was in town last weekend and we tore up WeHO on Saturday night. And by "tear up" Ink Pen means sipped stiff cocktails and circled like sharks -- round tables with (this is Sisterbro's direct quote) "tired queens" sipping water and (again) "lezbuddacas" sipping cocktails -- for an hour-and-a-half to eat dinner at one of the first-come, first-serve tables. Ink Pen ate the short ribs, Sisterbro the cob salad. Both were, as Sisterbro might put it, "immensely enjoyable", esp. after the stiff cocktails poured at The Abbey. We think that our waiter at The Abbey was pretending to be gay because when we asked him to direct us to the next hot spot, he did not know the names of any establishments. Ink Pen inquired, and he said, "Yes, I'm gay, but I don't go out." Hmmm. Never heard of that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ink Pen and Sister Bro headed over to a crowded bar called Eleven, where we caught the tail end of none other than &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dirty Sexy Money's&lt;/span&gt; won tranny star, Candice Cayne performance. Miss Cayne worked Mommie Dearest lines as she strutted up and down the stairs, taking money from the boys and making sure that upturned fans blew her long blond hair at the right angle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see in the clip, Miss Cayne's performances would not be complete if she did not subject herself to the crosswalk's blinking red light, warning of an imminent hit and run. It's all about the crash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oP-r0EKrkwA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oP-r0EKrkwA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Be careful, Miss Cayne, Weho's starlets will run you down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-6774116401507704010?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/6774116401507704010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=6774116401507704010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/6774116401507704010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/6774116401507704010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/story-of-sisterbro-abbey-east-west-and.html' title='The story of SisterBro, the Abbey, East West, and the tranny who could only be fabulous'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-7017502760638312884</id><published>2007-10-15T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T10:18:23.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasant Follow - Jon Stewart skewers Tucker Carlson</title><content type='html'>If that last clip annoyed the hell out of you, watch this classic. Jon Stewart calls Carlson a 'partisan hack'. It's also fun when Carlson compares his so-called news show to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Daily Show &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vmj6JADOZ-8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vmj6JADOZ-8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this anyone watch this greasy person? He sweats disingenuousness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-7017502760638312884?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/7017502760638312884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=7017502760638312884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/7017502760638312884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/7017502760638312884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/pleasant-follow-jon-stewart-skewers.html' title='Pleasant Follow - Jon Stewart skewers Tucker Carlson'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-4976871681614738225</id><published>2007-10-15T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T10:09:33.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tucker Carlson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bill Maher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Krugman'/><title type='text'>Tucker Carlson is a tool, Paul Krugman a jewel</title><content type='html'>If you think that you might really enjoy a Joy Behar-Paul Krugman sandwich and that nothing could ruin that for you, imagine if the meat was the Tucker Carlson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night on Real Time with Bill Maher, no one could string two sensible words together without Tucker Carlson's oral flatulence. He shut the show down and crowded out &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;New York Times&lt;/span&gt; columnist Paul Krugman's voice, it's so destructive. Krugman has been writing sanity about the Bush administration and Iraq war for years, long before the official editorial tone of the publication that he writes for, the New Republic (with its subsequent apology) and most major news organizations got off the flag-waving bandwagon.  It's annoying enough when a guest runs Bill Maher's show around in illogical circles for an hour, but Tucker Carlson actually misinterprets facts and what everyone says to the point that you can't make sense of the conversation. What a tool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IUXOseE1KHg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IUXOseE1KHg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Nice tie, assclown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-4976871681614738225?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/4976871681614738225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=4976871681614738225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/4976871681614738225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/4976871681614738225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/tucker-carlson-is-tool-paul-krugman.html' title='Tucker Carlson is a tool, Paul Krugman a jewel'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-1014564480935836831</id><published>2007-10-13T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T16:37:36.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brendan O&apos;Hara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Florida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA'/><title type='text'>South Florida's Brendan O' Hara plays LA</title><content type='html'>South Florida's own Brendan O'Hara put on a freaking entertaining set at Genghis Cohen in Los Angeles on Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RxFTfsdR7dI/AAAAAAAAAFc/f6TLGC3fnUQ/s1600-h/brendano%27hara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RxFTfsdR7dI/AAAAAAAAAFc/f6TLGC3fnUQ/s320/brendano%27hara.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120966055271984594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty amazing what one man can do with a piano, a guitar and a mouth that functions as both beat box and horn. Ink Pen has seen Brendan perform with his very entertaining group Brendan O' Hara and the Humbles Ones once or twice in South Florida, but thinks it's pretty amazing the way that this guy gets around the country. He maintains a rigorous touring schedule, the details of which he's going to share with Ink Pen soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also has an amazing voice and, we needn't mention but will, is very, very easy on the eyes. We want to see more of him in LA and we want to see more South Florida bands in LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out video for Doe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uyTYVZGKYQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uyTYVZGKYQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day in S.Fla, Ink Pen was too cynical to fully appreciate the magnitude of Brendon's funky styling. Now, we simply love it. For pure refreshment, check out &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/brendanohara"&gt;Brendan O' Hara.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for coming to LA, Brendan. Loves it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-1014564480935836831?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/1014564480935836831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=1014564480935836831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/1014564480935836831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/1014564480935836831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/brendan-o-hara-plays-la.html' title='South Florida&apos;s Brendan O&apos; Hara plays LA'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RxFTfsdR7dI/AAAAAAAAAFc/f6TLGC3fnUQ/s72-c/brendano%27hara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-3550475980950571722</id><published>2007-10-11T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T18:47:28.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd "Actually Hot Hottie" Win Butler</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Win Butler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 27&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6'4"&lt;br /&gt;Lead Singer, Arcade Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw3ovsdR7bI/AAAAAAAAAFM/W5AfqfBZsHY/s1600-h/arcade02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw3ovsdR7bI/AAAAAAAAAFM/W5AfqfBZsHY/s400/arcade02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120004257475587506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hotter &lt;/span&gt;than your &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hottest&lt;/span&gt; rock star fantasy, Win "can I lick the sweaty bangs off your face" Butler is a dedicated husband AND band member. Unlike your post-60s rock star fantasies, Arcade Fire's lead man, Win Butler, offers an immense amount of substance. His way with words and song and his rock star antics - descending from the stage to hug the Coachella crowd - just have a way more refreshing, human ring than anything we've seen in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Win has a HOT idea! Let's play in the elevator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wjxef8AfVQg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wjxef8AfVQg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive Ink Pen if you saw this one coming, but seriously people...is there any other man who's speaking to his generation quite like this hottie? I think not. Surely, he's channeling something divine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw3qxMdR7cI/AAAAAAAAAFU/krIcAOktQ1Q/s1600-h/winbut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw3qxMdR7cI/AAAAAAAAAFU/krIcAOktQ1Q/s320/winbut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120006482268646850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a hottie should have dark circles under his eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-3550475980950571722?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/3550475980950571722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=3550475980950571722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/3550475980950571722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/3550475980950571722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/3rd-actually-hot-hottie-win-butler.html' title='3rd &quot;Actually Hot Hottie&quot; Win Butler'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw3ovsdR7bI/AAAAAAAAAFM/W5AfqfBZsHY/s72-c/arcade02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-7951690852132143539</id><published>2007-10-11T01:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T01:59:57.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LILO - It hurts hurts something awful not to love her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw3lwsdR7aI/AAAAAAAAAFE/FPicvAk5cF4/s1600-h/lilo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw3lwsdR7aI/AAAAAAAAAFE/FPicvAk5cF4/s400/lilo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120000976120573346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Ink Pen won't do it. No, she won't, won't do it. No! Can't not. Will not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-7951690852132143539?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/7951690852132143539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=7951690852132143539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/7951690852132143539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/7951690852132143539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/lilo-it-hurts-hurts-something-awful-not.html' title='LILO - It hurts hurts something awful not to love her.'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw3lwsdR7aI/AAAAAAAAAFE/FPicvAk5cF4/s72-c/lilo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-3354623550556499853</id><published>2007-10-10T23:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T00:06:51.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brangelina Triggers My Survival Instinct</title><content type='html'>Gratuitous pic for fascination: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw3J8MdR7ZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZsifUtdj8Fw/s1600-h/brangelina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw3J8MdR7ZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZsifUtdj8Fw/s400/brangelina.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119970387363491218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brangelina. A phenomenon. Are they hotter than Laurence Olivier and Vivien Leigh? Are they hotter than Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton? Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever get the feeling when you look at pictures of the Brange that you need to turn away from the glitz and bullshitz of the king and queen of tabloid media who can't even find it in their hearts and minds to accept it? We all saw Angelina's treatment of Ryan Seacrest at the Golden Globes last year, did we not? They are so fine and so busy and so over it and themselves that it makes you wonder...am I just wasting my time emulating all of these swag-obsessed Hollywood dweebs? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, we'll never have Jolie's cheekbones and, most of us, will never make out with our siblings at awards shows, but each of us has a calling...and, frankly, what would Brangelina do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-3354623550556499853?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/3354623550556499853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=3354623550556499853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/3354623550556499853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/3354623550556499853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/brangelina-triggers-my-survival.html' title='Brangelina Triggers My Survival Instinct'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw3J8MdR7ZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZsifUtdj8Fw/s72-c/brangelina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-7356007484231426998</id><published>2007-10-10T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T17:23:33.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Florida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Go See. Good Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RodGab'/><title type='text'>SOFLA, go see: Rodrigo Y Gabriela 10-11-07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw1W58dR7WI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lBu0jyla39A/s1600-h/rodgab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw1W58dR7WI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lBu0jyla39A/s320/rodgab.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119843904871591266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like personality and sheer playing talent, check out Rodrigo Y Gabriela at Studio A in Miami tomorrow night. They're a Mexi-Irish, metal-loving dynamic force to not be reckoned with, but absorbed and enjoyed. Ink Pen saw them a few months ago, and they're so much fun that you will throw devil signs to acoustic guitars despite your inner cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.rodgab.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studio A&lt;br /&gt;60 N.E. 11th St.&lt;br /&gt;Miami, FL &lt;br /&gt;305-358-7625&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G8dPso79Z9I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G8dPso79Z9I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/2365111831950443795-7356007484231426998?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/7356007484231426998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=7356007484231426998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/7356007484231426998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/7356007484231426998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/go-see-rodrigo-y-gabriela-10-11-07.html' title='SOFLA, go see: Rodrigo Y Gabriela 10-11-07'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw1W58dR7WI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lBu0jyla39A/s72-c/rodgab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-9212448948632463928</id><published>2007-10-10T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T14:49:11.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Excited People! Tomorrow Debuts Our 3rd "Actually Hot Hottie"</title><content type='html'>That's right. Tomorrow is Hottie Thursday, and this man is going to leave burn marks in your eyes and mind, he's that hot innie and outtie. How, you wonder, could anyone be hotter than those we've seen and who, who, could this hot man be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who could be as hot as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Week 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw1FhsdR7UI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CGlx8hMFyes/s1600-h/dex-mikehall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw1FhsdR7UI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CGlx8hMFyes/s400/dex-mikehall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119824796562091330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Actually Hot Hottie Michael C. Hall&lt;br /&gt;Actor: Dexter, Six Feet Under and various broadway productions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Week 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw1GQMdR7VI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uX2usrzZtLY/s1600-h/zach3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw1GQMdR7VI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uX2usrzZtLY/s400/zach3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119825595426008402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Actually Hot Hottie Zach Galifianakis&lt;br /&gt;Comedian: Comedians of Comedy, Stand Up&lt;br /&gt;www.zachgalifianakis.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What slice of masculinity could taste sweeter than this sarcastic piece of A? &lt;br /&gt;Find out tomorrow cause it's Hottie Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-9212448948632463928?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/9212448948632463928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=9212448948632463928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/9212448948632463928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/9212448948632463928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/get-excited-people-tomorrow-debuts-our.html' title='Get Excited People! Tomorrow Debuts Our 3rd &quot;Actually Hot Hottie&quot;'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw1FhsdR7UI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CGlx8hMFyes/s72-c/dex-mikehall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-1663657316987809021</id><published>2007-10-10T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T13:07:51.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should we forgive Lindsay Lohan her trespasses?</title><content type='html'>Ink Pen says that it's been nicer for the reading and watching audience to have Lindsay out of the public spotlight for the last few months. Frankly, the gossip scene seemed to get along just find without her. I don't even think cocaine misses her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw0wssdR7TI/AAAAAAAAAEM/erpWBAjbLHY/s1600-h/lindsay+cover+shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw0wssdR7TI/AAAAAAAAAEM/erpWBAjbLHY/s400/lindsay+cover+shot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119801895796469042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lohan WAS Ink Pen's favorite. Ink Pen, to put it simply, bled through the page for Lohan's scratchy voice, easy red carpet poses and irrepressible energy. But, if half of what those kids told TMZ about her drunk driving is true, and it probably is, Lohan's actions and contempt for ordinary people is unforgivable. It's one thing to not give a shit about people, it's another thing to drive 85 or 90 miles an hour, blowing through red lights, on PCH and Santa Monica or Wilshire Blvd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lohan only got treatment because she knew she screwed up in a big way and wanted to minimize any jail time for herself. Can we love Lindsay after what she's done? Can we move on with firecrotch in our hearts and on our TV screens? Ink Pen isn's so sure. Ink Pen just doesn't feel the same way anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-1663657316987809021?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/1663657316987809021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=1663657316987809021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/1663657316987809021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/1663657316987809021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/should-we-forgive-lindsay-lohan-her.html' title='Should we forgive Lindsay Lohan her trespasses?'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw0wssdR7TI/AAAAAAAAAEM/erpWBAjbLHY/s72-c/lindsay+cover+shot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-4605304983896637586</id><published>2007-10-10T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T12:54:04.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins - Billy Joel and Salman Rushdie</title><content type='html'>Two old men grew to look like each other, but Billy and Salman have more in common than baldness and grizzled stubble. Do you know what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw0tesdR7SI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vQkiZmExmz0/s1600-h/salman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw0tesdR7SI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vQkiZmExmz0/s400/salman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119798356743417122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw0tVMdR7RI/AAAAAAAAAD8/x9-JwvS0Nqk/s1600-h/BillyJoel_735392_SON_3Z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw0tVMdR7RI/AAAAAAAAAD8/x9-JwvS0Nqk/s400/BillyJoel_735392_SON_3Z.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119798193534659858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-4605304983896637586?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/4605304983896637586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=4605304983896637586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/4605304983896637586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/4605304983896637586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/twins-billy-joel-and-salman-rushdie.html' title='Twins - Billy Joel and Salman Rushdie'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rw0tesdR7SI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vQkiZmExmz0/s72-c/salman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-7939506989097668498</id><published>2007-10-08T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T19:30:23.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney Be Not Far From Me</title><content type='html'>Ink Pen thinks that Britney is very funny. Ink Pen always wants to have Britney's VMA performance one click away. It's so watchable, and, in Ink Pen's opinion, a tribute to subtlety. Who wants pop stars all up in their faces? Brit's bod looks real and good. For a rocker chick, she'd be tight, all right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="365" src="http://www.ifilm.com/efp" quality="high" bgcolor="000000" name="efp" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="flvbaseclip=2893743&amp;"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;h1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ifilm.com/video/2893743"&gt;Britney Spears - Gimme More (Live at the VMAs)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span&gt;Posted Sep 10, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't she rock out sometime soon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-7939506989097668498?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/7939506989097668498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=7939506989097668498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/7939506989097668498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/7939506989097668498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/britney-be-not-far-from-me.html' title='Britney Be Not Far From Me'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-4428741356455030812</id><published>2007-10-08T17:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T17:16:27.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CNN Hero Aaron Jackson. South Florida man who saves lives in Haiti.</title><content type='html'>Go to CNN Heroes and vote for Aaron Jackson to win $25,000, which he will use to deworm children and build orphanages in Haiti. He can deworm one child for $20, which is the difference between life and death. He's a committed guy and has been doing this for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more about Aaron Jackson, click the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2007/cnn.heroes/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2007/cnn.heroes/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2007/cnn.heroes/"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt; to vote for Aaron. He's the fourth one down on the list of CNN Heroes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-4428741356455030812?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/4428741356455030812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=4428741356455030812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/4428741356455030812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/4428741356455030812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/cnn-hero-aaron-jackson-south-florida.html' title='CNN Hero Aaron Jackson. South Florida man who saves lives in Haiti.'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-5144749128822111947</id><published>2007-10-08T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T12:38:58.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Seth Rogen getting a little ahead of himself?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwqEkMdR7QI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SHldjpOA_Co/s1600-h/knocked+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwqEkMdR7QI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SHldjpOA_Co/s320/knocked+up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119049683814182146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once heard John Mayer give signature-seeking fans a hard time about the value of his autograph on EBAY. Fair enough. But when the curly haired, chubby comedian who played the unnattractive guy who knocked up Katherine Heigl in the movie "Knocked Up" starts talking the value of his Hancock on EBAY, Ink Pen says, spare me. He's been famous for like 6 months. He was like an extra in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;40-Year-Old Virgin&lt;/span&gt;. You're getting ahead of yourself, Seth Rogen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/2007/10/08/seth-rogen-sell-me-please/"&gt;SETH ROGEN GETS AHEAD OF HIMSELF.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of all things not being right, SNL, which Rogen hosted last Saturday night, reached a whole new low this week. They even had a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Macgyver&lt;/span&gt;-mocking skit, which was hard to relate to because I haven't seen the show in 10 years and doubt that anyone under the age of 25 ever has. Who the hell are they writing for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-5144749128822111947?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/5144749128822111947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=5144749128822111947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/5144749128822111947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/5144749128822111947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/is-seth-rogen-getting-little-ahead-of.html' title='Is Seth Rogen getting a little ahead of himself?'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwqEkMdR7QI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SHldjpOA_Co/s72-c/knocked+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-9076113974879717563</id><published>2007-10-08T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T10:41:33.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! Arcade Fire Unleashes Sweet Internet Video!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwprscdR7PI/AAAAAAAAADs/SsBqcl4oW0k/s1600-h/arcade+fire.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwprscdR7PI/AAAAAAAAADs/SsBqcl4oW0k/s320/arcade+fire.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119022337757408498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ink Pen thinks Arcade Fire is always a good way to start the week...or end it. Arcade Fire and its super hottie Win Butler (he's like Christopher Walken in Sarah Plain And Tall, so Americana.) have topped themselves with an innovative internet video. Follow this link and, like the URL says, click around aggressively for a minute: &lt;a href="http://beonlineb.com/click_around.html"&gt;NEON BIBLE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-9076113974879717563?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/9076113974879717563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=9076113974879717563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/9076113974879717563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/9076113974879717563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/omg-arcade-fire-unleashes-sweet.html' title='OMG! Arcade Fire Unleashes Sweet Internet Video!'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwprscdR7PI/AAAAAAAAADs/SsBqcl4oW0k/s72-c/arcade+fire.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-6058164556308089065</id><published>2007-10-06T04:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T04:23:33.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Larry O. , I'm yo ho. I always would be. F Vivien Leigh and Katherine McPhee</title><content type='html'>and all those broads who ain't me --- YES, this is a Friday night post. No. that doesn't give you insight into my true character and, no, I'm not asking for you, reader, to care about me personally or...professsionaly, or to just have some curiousity about what I am curious about. Nah. Hope your Friday was nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Larry, You never wanted to play that way, you never wanted to hurt Ink Pen. Why are you running away?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Is Larry O all that he's cracked up to be, or was he outdated and unable to emote in any way that didn't feel too British, too entitled, too much the lazy product of empire-related contempt? Is he the great great, or have we evolved beyond him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zTG0vXniDQY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zTG0vXniDQY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/2365111831950443795-6058164556308089065?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/6058164556308089065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=6058164556308089065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/6058164556308089065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/6058164556308089065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/larry-o-im-yo-ho-i-always-would-be-f.html' title='Larry O. , I&apos;m yo ho. I always would be. F Vivien Leigh and Katherine McPhee'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-8751772753055708347</id><published>2007-10-06T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T02:15:06.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Shit...Thoughts on Cameron Crowe who you 'd like to like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwdR-8dR7OI/AAAAAAAAADk/lX_m8dL20pc/s1600-h/cameron+crowe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwdR-8dR7OI/AAAAAAAAADk/lX_m8dL20pc/s320/cameron+crowe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118149643352534242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than you can, but want to hate when you can't...singles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that he's trying to date women but he can't, but he sucks .I have trouble acting or being excited or being exciting. I hope you're not writing that down. I would have to have the life of anyone in his movies. All of his characters seem somehwat biographical, but I never want to be anyone of them. It seems like, yeah I get that, but it seems like you're really shallow and you were raised among shallow people and I get that, but it's seems like you're shallower than me and that you (he, Cameron Crowe) were raised by people who were shallower than me. Kirsten Dunst _SOOO ANNOYING IN ELIZABETOWN. He's saying one of my former best friends reminds him of Kirsten Dunst in Elizabethtowm--donna wanna hear it. &lt;br /&gt;it's the question of bad actors getting wrapped up in a bad writer and and bad director's mvoie. For a straight guy to want to be an actor....I don't think I've ever met a straight guy who wanted to be an actor. Acting should be a macho guy thing, but straight guys didnt' want to do that shit. Even in college, no straight guys wanted to be in theater. Even the music school was gay. Susan Sarandon is questionable for doing this movie. When I was 16 I went over to Ryan's house to watch this movie that was supposed to be awesome..it was called the Ice Cream Man. It was terrible and it was the worst movie I'd ever seen. it was a cult classic because it was so bad. I'm finding that quality int his movie (Elizabethtown) I just love it. I love how bad it is. What is his( Crowe's ) thing with airline stewardesses???? Zooey Deschanel was an airline stewardess in &lt;br /&gt;Maybe he just has a thing for stewardesses? maybe he has a stewardess romance.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he's a submissive. Maybe he likes to be dominated.&lt;br /&gt;They're all relationship movies and they all have the same problem. None of the characters in his movie know how to have a good time or do anything. He can't convincingly write an adventurous person. Lloyd Dobler is one of the coolest characters he's ever written, but he's no that cool. Spiccoli's really funny, bu the's cool and it's sean penn. Jerry Maguire can't emote and he's not enthused, but of course the actor he picks is Tom Cruise who can't act excited about things. The thing about Tom Crusie is he has his drunk thing, he has his excited thing and he has his angry thing and he basically does those in moves. Born on the 4th of July was a good performance, but it was basically all him bing angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-8751772753055708347?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/8751772753055708347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=8751772753055708347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/8751772753055708347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/8751772753055708347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-shitthoughts-on-cameron-crowe.html' title='Random Shit...Thoughts on Cameron Crowe who you &apos;d like to like'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwdR-8dR7OI/AAAAAAAAADk/lX_m8dL20pc/s72-c/cameron+crowe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-4942028090588430733</id><published>2007-10-04T17:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T12:01:35.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fool Me Twice, Shame On Me, Not(hot)tie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwWCpMdR7NI/AAAAAAAAADU/XuoxkSUA8U0/s1600-h/zachbfraff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwWCpMdR7NI/AAAAAAAAADU/XuoxkSUA8U0/s320/zachbfraff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117640195806719186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!!! IT'S ZACH BARF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach Braff, you tricked us and you tricked the whole world into thinking that you were kinda hot when you wrote and played that pitiable character in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Garden State&lt;/span&gt;. Another female has an opinion on this one. She says, "Zach Braff sucks these days, which is really annoying because it ruins &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Garden State&lt;/span&gt; and makes you hate him even more for the disgusting, possum-like person that he really is." Oh look, it's the trailer for Garden State: Everyone look at the cute, sweet depressed guy gagging on his adam's apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object &lt;br /&gt;width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u82n0e1mgmQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u82n0e1mgmQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garden State was so cute that it so made us want to like you. We even lent you hot cred, but you've more than cashed it in on that. Zach Braff is the kind of guy you go on a pity date with and then he turns out to be an asshole. Then, you go another date to figure out why you went on the first one, and you end up sleeping with him. Then, you have to keep going out with him to figure it all out, but there's really nothing to it except for that you thought he was hot, but should have known that he was not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach's adam's apple makes ink pen want to puke and his porsche would only be hot if he wasn't sitting in the driver's seat. He's not hot enough to romance a woman or to  pull off a philanderer, like the one he played in that awful film &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Last Kiss&lt;/span&gt;. No one wants to see your monstrous face next to Natalie Portman or Rachel Bilson or models. Youz iz fugz, Zach. face it. &lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/2007/09/27/braffs-new-squeeze/"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt; to the world's biggest adam's apple drive off in a porsche with a hot girl. She only likes you for your money, Zach. We should send this clip to &lt;a href="http://www.hotchickswithdouchebags.com"&gt;THIS SITE FOR SURE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_uacct = "UA-2741609-1";&lt;br /&gt;urchinTracker();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-4942028090588430733?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/4942028090588430733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=4942028090588430733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/4942028090588430733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/4942028090588430733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/fool-me-twice-shame-on-me-nottie.html' title='Fool Me Twice, Shame On Me, Not(hot)tie'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwWCpMdR7NI/AAAAAAAAADU/XuoxkSUA8U0/s72-c/zachbfraff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-311035105758131496</id><published>2007-10-04T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T00:33:15.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE ZACH, the good kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwV-_MdR7MI/AAAAAAAAADM/M5Q4XK0rBjc/s1600-h/zach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwV-_MdR7MI/AAAAAAAAADM/M5Q4XK0rBjc/s400/zach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117636175717330114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you had enough Zach? Ink Pen hasn't. The more that Ink Pen talks about him, the more Ink Pen loves him and his creative choices. Is that how crushes start? Check the footage below. Zach divas out, and he looks lush. Yum: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=1400589"&gt;You Bring Me Joy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=1400589&amp;v=2&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=1400589&amp;title=You Bring Me Joy"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_uacct = "UA-2741609-1";&lt;br /&gt;urchinTracker();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-311035105758131496?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/311035105758131496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=311035105758131496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/311035105758131496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/311035105758131496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/more-zach-good-kind.html' title='MORE ZACH, the good kind'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwV-_MdR7MI/AAAAAAAAADM/M5Q4XK0rBjc/s72-c/zach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-7085561685821425996</id><published>2007-10-04T01:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T00:33:45.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Actually Hot Hottie - Zach Galifianakis</title><content type='html'>2nd of 10 "Actually Hot Hotties"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwSqT8dR7LI/AAAAAAAAADE/GncmSHa_rBo/s1600-h/zachgalifianakis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwSqT8dR7LI/AAAAAAAAADE/GncmSHa_rBo/s320/zachgalifianakis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117402336222899378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aggghhh, I LOVE YOU, ZACH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=" http://www.myspace.com/galifianakis  "&gt;Zach Galifianakis&lt;/a&gt;, from Comedians of Comedy tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt; 5'8" (Kinda short, but his personality makes up for it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hotness Factors:&lt;/span&gt; The wittiest man alive, just all around well-crafted masculinity, all spontaneity all the time, reawakens suppressed Paul Bunyan sex fantasies, intensity, can't tell when he's serious and when he's joking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Good news:&lt;/span&gt; He works the beard. It's hot. He's not insanely famous yet, so you could probably catch him for a round of beers some time. From all appearances, he's really real, so somewhat attainable to regular girls. He's going to be at &lt;a href="http://www.laweekly.com/detour/"&gt;Detour&lt;/a&gt; this weekend with Comedians of Comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bad news: &lt;/span&gt;A lot of other girls are in love with Mr. Zach. His Myspace comments are pretty much all marriage proposals. If you did land him, no one would be able to spell your name either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tips:&lt;/span&gt; Loving Zach Galifianakis is like loving Guiness - you gotta take it slow and pay attention to every ounce of flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What's amazing is:&lt;/span&gt; The way he works the silence. Shhhh. Let Zach do his thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2mVofYhqMc0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2mVofYhqMc0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Ink Pen can't believe that she can finally speak openly - and, yes, join the chorus - about her love for the rock star comedian, his bearded majesty Zach Galifianakis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_uacct = "UA-2741609-1";&lt;br /&gt;urchinTracker();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-7085561685821425996?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/7085561685821425996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=7085561685821425996' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/7085561685821425996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/7085561685821425996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/2nd-actually-hot-hottie-zach.html' title='2nd Actually Hot Hottie - Zach Galifianakis'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwSqT8dR7LI/AAAAAAAAADE/GncmSHa_rBo/s72-c/zachgalifianakis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-3278478817322451115</id><published>2007-10-04T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T01:46:31.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DISH - Cute Boys to Check Out and Listen To</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwSnaMdR7KI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0a-G2WwFBuo/s1600-h/dish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwSnaMdR7KI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0a-G2WwFBuo/s320/dish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117399145062198434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fond night at Bamboo Room in Lake Worth, ink pen was very excited to catch up with the two cute boys from Dish -- think they opened for Langhorne Slim that night. These brothers, yes stewed in the same amniotic, create a full sound AND have weird tubes all over the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, check &lt;a href=" http://www.myspace.com/dishtheband  "&gt;DISH&lt;/a&gt; out. They're South Florida all the way, but they're a little off the beaten path...like all talent that happens to reside in hot guys. They probably won't give you the T.O.D., but, if I recall correctly, they'll humor you with a bit of grace. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-3278478817322451115?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/3278478817322451115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=3278478817322451115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/3278478817322451115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/3278478817322451115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/dish-cute-boys-to-check-out-and-listen.html' title='DISH - Cute Boys to Check Out and Listen To'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwSnaMdR7KI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0a-G2WwFBuo/s72-c/dish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-8677756189039523337</id><published>2007-10-02T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T00:54:11.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shame on Me Notties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 Actually Hottest Hotties'/><title type='text'>Ink Pen to reveal identity of 2nd "Actually Hot Hottie" on Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwNBxhG-fzI/AAAAAAAAACs/Dz4941FcG-k/s1600-h/zachgalifianakis-bandaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwNBxhG-fzI/AAAAAAAAACs/Dz4941FcG-k/s400/zachgalifianakis-bandaid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117005920580042546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;-----Who is THAT "Actually Hot Hottie"?       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know, you should. On Thursday, you will.   Let me wax poetic over his actualness and his hotness: Who is this mystery man who's hotness spans last week's hottie's, Michael C. Hall, hotness ounce for ounce? From the depths of Hall's voice to the (metaphorically) laurel-adorned heights of his curiously curling brows, this man is 100% his match. Who is he? You plead with me to reveal him, but you must wait two days. Not long, I am not entirely without pity.  That is why, I am delighted to inform you that I am a benevolent dictator of hotness. Yes, much like the magazine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esquire , &lt;/span&gt;with its annual knuckle-whitening, bathroom-floor sticking Sexiest Woman Alive series, which  torments men for months on end as they wait with "sumpin sumpin"  month by month as piece by piecet, the pictures come together to reveal the likes of ....huh?....Jessica Biel and Scarlett Johansson? OKes, whatsev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good thing that women and gay men aren't as stupid in the libidos as the heterosexually persuaded menz, because I GUARANTEE YOU THAT if you wait a whole two days, you will not regret holding out to behold "Actually Hot Hottie" #2. Shit, at the end of it all, you might even feel like you held out for a hero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; In the interest of setting the record straight regarding who's hot and who's not, Thursday will also be the day that I reveal the name of the "Shame on Me Nottie", a man who has tricked the public into thinking him hot or cool one too many times. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hint: &lt;/span&gt;His adam's apple makes ink pen want to barf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-8677756189039523337?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/8677756189039523337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=8677756189039523337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/8677756189039523337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/8677756189039523337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-reveal-identity-of-2nd-actually-hot.html' title='Ink Pen to reveal identity of 2nd &quot;Actually Hot Hottie&quot; on Thursday'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwNBxhG-fzI/AAAAAAAAACs/Dz4941FcG-k/s72-c/zachgalifianakis-bandaid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-5356482983826960161</id><published>2007-10-02T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T13:54:20.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney loses her kids, yeah right. I call your bucking fluff.</title><content type='html'>Britney loses her kids. She'll get them back. She's not like you and me. She's worth tens of millions of dollars. Boo Hoo. Don't you feel really really bad for her? Did anyone seriously have big expectations for Brit's comeback, or give it much thought at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwILlBG-fyI/AAAAAAAAACY/a8wiS4Mc9JI/s1600-h/britney240207X17_468x498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwILlBG-fyI/AAAAAAAAACY/a8wiS4Mc9JI/s320/britney240207X17_468x498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116664857227067170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;____Agghhh!!! Watch out! The day Brit went off on photogs.&lt;br /&gt;www.x17online.com. This was Ink Pen's most hopeful moment for Brit. Too bad she didn't front a song for the Teddybears and punk out. Ink Pen really thought that Brit might get some shit Lavigne-influenced rock band together and rage, or better yet, just rock for real. Not only would that have been redemption for all of last years disgraces, but it would have been interesting!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, since we're on the topic, let's ponder for a momo, will Brit make her big comeback? Well, if she can get two guys like Timbaland or Scott Storch to make a bunch of beats for her and then get some ex-Destiny's Child member to write a couple of poems about telling of a guy who's been cheating on her. If she can work out for 2 hours a day and get 10 hours of sleep a night, then sure, she can make a comeback. Why not? The Spice Girls are selling out, and will spread suck all over Britain's and America's auditorium. Why can't Brit do the same? She can. She will. It's no mystery. But remember, she never has to work a day in her life or worry about anything. It would be better - it's actually equally inane - if she let another pop tart have her chance. Disney and Nick have a whole new crop of shitlicking dweebs who we can grow to idolize in the coming years, you know, when they find the right publicist. GO JT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-5356482983826960161?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/5356482983826960161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=5356482983826960161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/5356482983826960161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/5356482983826960161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/10/britney-loses-her-kidsyeah-right.html' title='Britney loses her kids, yeah right. I call your bucking fluff.'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwILlBG-fyI/AAAAAAAAACY/a8wiS4Mc9JI/s72-c/britney240207X17_468x498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-702481794433094848</id><published>2007-09-30T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T12:13:45.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Need Eye Condoms Just To Read About THIS Shit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwNG2hG-f0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/eXSyMjrSyDo/s1600-h/pete-wentz-richie-400a031607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwNG2hG-f0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/eXSyMjrSyDo/s200/pete-wentz-richie-400a031607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117011504037527362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pamela Anderson applied for a wedding license to marry Robert Saloman - ewwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she's 40 and looks like she's 50. Her washed-out rocker ex-husbands got in a phony fist fight at the 2007 VMAs, a cultural insult too vulgar to be called the graveyard for rock 'n' roll --which is invisible, but certainly not dead -- thanks to Fall Out Boy. No, seriously, thank you Fall Out Boy, for single-handedly saving rock and roll. It must be all of 5 foot 5 inches of your &lt;br /&gt;hotness and, yes Mr. Wentz, that ineffable rock 'n' roller edge. When you smashed your guitar at the VMAs, it really meant something. It was palpable to all viewers, ink pen thinks, who must have thought to themselves, "yeah, this is the new direction of rock 'n' roll and when Wentz smashes that guitar in his little hotel suite, it's like the moment when you smash a bottle of wine of the bow of a sailboat before its maiden voyage - or was it more like the MTV VMA's when Guns 'N' F-ing Roses won band of the year and then Nirvana came along and took it all away? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my original point: Please Retire &lt;a href="http://afp.google.com/article/ALeqM5iONBMy1yskHVppxsg4XhttQSRTlA"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; Celebrity from famehood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she's sweet and means well and is a friend of the gays and everything, but seriously: despite being middle-aged and courting attention through her horrid exes,  she recently married the man who made the sex tape &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Night in Paris&lt;/span&gt; with Paris Hilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it, all celebrities are not the same.  Can we please, please stop acting like she's interesting? Or still pretty? No, we can't all age as well as Nicole Kidman or Halle Berry, but, yes, we can all grow the fuckz up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20068859,00.html"&gt;WILL SHE PLEASE RETIRE MAKING BAD SPOTLIGHT-SEEKING LIFE DECISIONS???&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-702481794433094848?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/702481794433094848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=702481794433094848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/702481794433094848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/702481794433094848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-need-eye-condoms-just-to-read-about.html' title='You Need Eye Condoms Just To Read About THIS Shit!'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RwNG2hG-f0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/eXSyMjrSyDo/s72-c/pete-wentz-richie-400a031607.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-4785722568307582905</id><published>2007-09-30T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T00:56:23.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Has Conor lost his looks?</title><content type='html'>Hey dillweeds, I mean readers. Mr. Bright Eyes Conor Oberst, and M. Ward and the LA Phil weren't too bad tonight. Yo La Tengo was kind of boring becuase no one was hot adn no one was rocking my socks --- was wishing I was watching other over-the-hill indie rockers like Built to Spill or Guided By Voices, but I went and took a long pee in the majestic hillside bathrooms, and when I came back, Bright Eyes was on. Well, not really, but dramatic effect. Were there girls screaming I love you Conor in the &lt;br /&gt;audience tonight? What do you think? Yes, there were a few. Conor, was pretty decent cool as ush, but it's sad to say that he's not as cute as he used to be...he's kind of outgrown his face in the same way Jake Gyllenhal, the heterosexual, has. Has Conor lost his looks or is he just in an awkward in-between phase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, Conor "don't worry, you're not a pedophile for thinking I'm cute" Oberst:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rv9UBhG-fwI/AAAAAAAAACI/qFh4sUZFE1M/s1600-h/conor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rv9UBhG-fwI/AAAAAAAAACI/qFh4sUZFE1M/s320/conor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115900086760406786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, Conor "please don't break in to my car or seduce my virgin kid sister" Oberst:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rv9VORG-fxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/D6JdBUs7Unk/s1600-h/conornew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rv9VORG-fxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/D6JdBUs7Unk/s320/conornew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115901405315366674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-4785722568307582905?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/4785722568307582905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=4785722568307582905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/4785722568307582905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/4785722568307582905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/09/has-conor-lost-his-looks.html' title='Has Conor lost his looks?'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rv9UBhG-fwI/AAAAAAAAACI/qFh4sUZFE1M/s72-c/conor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-5636557150534044044</id><published>2007-09-29T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T23:57:28.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Bitch Has the Patience of A Saint</title><content type='html'>David "you could be a role model" Letterman really rubbed it - Paris' stint in jail - in and all over during this interview Friday night with Paris Hilton. What is with these geezers (Larry King) grilling the hell out of her? She's a celebutante, which means, given the long history of silent and secretive heiresses, it's pretty cool that we get to continuously see this high-profile woman in action. It's def annoying when celebs demand that interviews should only be to promote movies, product and albums, but no one should be expected to submit themselves to public humiliation in interviews the way that people have expected Paris and Lindsay to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Larry King asked her what her favorite bible passage was and tried to make her reveal whether or not she would ever drink again (what? she's not out of control like Lohan) and invaded her privacy by asking her what prescriptions she was on, she told paps that, "Larry King is amazing." After watching King turn what could have been an interesting interview into a boring, awkward one-hour doozy, we know she couldn't have meant it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Paris' hair these days. Looks Ahh-mazing!&lt;br /&gt;Doubt she'll be back on Letterman any time soon. And seriously, why should she? She shouldn't. No self respecting person would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/koH0sDec2-k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/koH0sDec2-k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/2365111831950443795-5636557150534044044?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/5636557150534044044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=5636557150534044044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/5636557150534044044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/5636557150534044044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/09/hot-bitch-has-patience-of-saint.html' title='Hot Bitch Has the Patience of A Saint'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-4517460948623891952</id><published>2007-09-29T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T16:35:02.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Movies Not To Watch Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;YOU DON'T GOTTA WATCH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought that my strong impulse to not watch &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Boys Don't Cry&lt;/span&gt; was a sign of weakness, a sign of things to overcome. Some movies deal with issues so serious that it seems like the decision whether or not to watch them is a reflection on your moral fiber. Can you look at the dramatization of this serious issue (gang rape, homophobic murder, holocaust, female oppression, racist murder, suicide, hideous serial killer depressed in skating rink set to Journey song) dead in the eye? Or, are you a soma-eating weakling who can't deal with the really real in reality? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent conversation with my bestie -- who I can honestly say is the person who gets more living done in 24 hours than anyone else I've ever known -- made me reconsider my moralizing stance on "important" movies that are traumatizing to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started off by saying, "I made the mistake of seeing Born on the Fourth of July. Why am I watching this parapalegic? " She added, "Capturing the Friedmans is another classic. These are movies not to watch on a Friday night, movies not to watch on a date night, movies not to watch ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10 Movies Not To Watch Ever: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Boys Don't "Should I Be Watching This?" Cry&lt;br /&gt;2) Shindler's "I'm going to shoot myself in the face" List&lt;br /&gt;3) The "I wish I'd never been born" Accused&lt;br /&gt;4) North "I Hate Men" Country&lt;br /&gt;5) Mississippi "I would never want to watch" Burning&lt;br /&gt;6) Monster - there are too many reasons to not watch this move&lt;br /&gt;7) Monster's "Never saw it. Of course. Why would I?" Ball&lt;br /&gt;8) Leaving "Why would I watch that fucking shit?" Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;9) Saving "Please Sign Me Up" Private Ryan&lt;br /&gt;10)United "I will never see the Eifel Tower" 93&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who would buy these movies?" she asked, then added, "Those movies should only be played for 24 hours and then never again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other contenders for movies to not watch: Happiness, Sweet Hereafter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-4517460948623891952?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/4517460948623891952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=4517460948623891952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/4517460948623891952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/4517460948623891952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/09/10-movies-not-to-watch-ever.html' title='10 Movies Not To Watch Ever'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-8551461751817271671</id><published>2007-09-29T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T16:01:24.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bright Eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Carrabba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood Bowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conor Oberst'/><title type='text'>I'm coming out of the closet. But first, one question: Is It Still Wrong to Love Bright Eyes?</title><content type='html'>From the moment that I discovered &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fevers and Mirrors&lt;/span&gt; in the stacks of my basement college radio station in 2000, and put on "Something Vague", I was hooked on Bright Eyes. At that time, the songs that Conor Oberst penned were deeply personal and resonated with feelings that I had from childhood and adolescence. But, as BE became more popular in the years that followed, it became difficult not to become a closet fan as people judged the band by Conor's trembling voice, eye-covering bangs, and waif-like aspect that brought sneers and terms like "Carrabba" into the conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's just get one thing straight, which is that this (Chris Carrabba from Dashboard Confessional - wah!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rv64wxG-ftI/AAAAAAAAABw/_YoBzFHtUQo/s1600-h/Chriscarrabba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rv64wxG-ftI/AAAAAAAAABw/_YoBzFHtUQo/s320/Chriscarrabba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115729374695292626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is not the same thing as this (Conor Oberst from Bright Eyes - yay!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rv65aRG-fuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hkTYpKuRsko/s1600-h/conor.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rv65aRG-fuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hkTYpKuRsko/s320/conor.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115730087659863778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I get the feeling that one of these boys like air conditioning way more than the other. The difference might seem negligible to music heads who don't listen to lyrics or to those who never have and, by prejudice, never will give Bright Eyes a listen, which is a personal preference to be sure. But, is anyone a little jealous that Oberst exploded onto the music scene when most of us, at his age, were only contemplating dropping out of college to live an original life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that brings me back to how excited I am to go see Bright Eyes, Yo La Tengo and M. Ward at the awesome Hollywood Bowl tonight. I'm going to drink two bottles of wine and eat a lot of salami and cheese while watching the sun set into the smog on the hills. Sweet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were in Florida tonight, I would definitely go to Kala's wine bar for happy hour and then go to see Freakin' Hott at Poor House and drink Captain and Diets until 3 a.m. Then, I'd go over to Creolina's and get some sausage with peppers. Mmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rv67BhG-fvI/AAAAAAAAACA/Wse3bO9dxM8/s1600-h/freakinhott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rv67BhG-fvI/AAAAAAAAACA/Wse3bO9dxM8/s320/freakinhott.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115731861481357042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-8551461751817271671?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/8551461751817271671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=8551461751817271671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/8551461751817271671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/8551461751817271671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-coming-out-of-closet-but-first-one.html' title='I&apos;m coming out of the closet. But first, one question: Is It Still Wrong to Love Bright Eyes?'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rv64wxG-ftI/AAAAAAAAABw/_YoBzFHtUQo/s72-c/Chriscarrabba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-6481711531890942695</id><published>2007-09-28T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T11:01:17.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The HIlls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Audrina Partridge'/><title type='text'>Who's the dumbest girl on The Hills?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rv0_OBG-foI/AAAAAAAAABE/CxVZ4Uag3eE/s1600-h/THe+HIlls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rv0_OBG-foI/AAAAAAAAABE/CxVZ4Uag3eE/s400/THe+HIlls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115314261811166850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint: She's not a blond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine if from the time that you were 17, everyone indulged every whim you had, gave you thousands of dollars worth of free clothes and make-up, granted you access and VIP service at every hotel, restaurant and nightclub, AND indulged and recorded all of the ideas that you had about yourself for the world to see? Not only would you overestimate your importance in the universe, like Lauren Conrad and Heidi Montag do, but you'd also be boring as hell and have nothing interesting to say: That's Lauren Conrad and Heidi "That's About It" Montag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, &lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/2007/09/28/audrina-patridge-and-for-her-next-trick/"&gt;Audrina&lt;/a&gt; is just a pair of blank, dull brown eyes and a hairdo. People are defaulting from the Hills feud to say that they like Audrina Partridge. Huh? How can you like Audrina Partridge, or have any opinion about her at all? The girl is dumb. I've spoken to he and stared into her blank face a few times before. It's creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrina Partridge gives the feeling that if she didn't have an entourage to corral her, she would forget that she's a celebrity and  wander out into the street, hold any hand that was offered to her, get in any car, or walk off the edge of any cliff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-6481711531890942695?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/6481711531890942695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=6481711531890942695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/6481711531890942695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/6481711531890942695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/09/whos-dumbest-girl-on-hills.html' title='Who&apos;s the dumbest girl on The Hills?'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rv0_OBG-foI/AAAAAAAAABE/CxVZ4Uag3eE/s72-c/THe+HIlls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-2792345923756075535</id><published>2007-09-27T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T21:54:19.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael C. Hall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 Actually Hottest Hotties'/><title type='text'>1st of "10 Actually Hot Hotties"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RvxlNhG-fmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6XiTTVr3n98/s1600-h/dex-mikehall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RvxlNhG-fmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6XiTTVr3n98/s320/dex-mikehall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115074559686377058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; MICHAEL C. HALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt;36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt; 5'10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hotness factors:&lt;/span&gt; Penetrating eyes, weirdish deep voice, played Billy Flynn on Broadway, edumacated to the post-graduate level, talented and interesting to the point that it's frightening. Can my boyfriend please be him for Halloween? Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Good news: &lt;/span&gt;Rumored to be going through a divorce, so potentially single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Potentially attainable to mortal females because&lt;/span&gt;: He hasn't won an Emmy, Golden Globe or SAG Award......yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What's Amazing is:&lt;/span&gt; The way his eyebrows go around his eyes like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 30th will be the second season premiere of Showtime's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dexter&lt;/span&gt;, so to celebrate I'm naming Michael C. Hall the first of my list of "10 Actually Hot Hotties" . Maybe there's something wrong with me for having a massive celebrity crush on a guy who has played a gay guy (David Fisher in Six Feet Under) and a serial killer (Dexter Morgan in Dexter). But, there's just something about Mr. Hall's everything that screams, "I'm the blond hottie for chicks who've been over Matt Damon since the turn of the century." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, isn't it creepy and hot the way that he smiles at his own thoughts as he describes watching &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tender Mercies&lt;/span&gt;? Oh, yeah and he was watching Tender Mercies in junior high???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XEig-tPmY_0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XEig-tPmY_0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a creepy hot piece of A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Thursday, we'll ogle over another "Actually Hot Hottie".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-2792345923756075535?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/2792345923756075535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=2792345923756075535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/2792345923756075535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/2792345923756075535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/09/1st-of-10-actually-hot-hotties.html' title='1st of &quot;10 Actually Hot Hotties&quot;'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RvxlNhG-fmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6XiTTVr3n98/s72-c/dex-mikehall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-7117039078159363288</id><published>2007-09-27T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T21:56:25.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vivica A. Fox'/><title type='text'>Vivica, "I don't mean to toot my own horn, but beep beep" Fox Denies DUI</title><content type='html'>It's tough for white girls to learn shit about shit. Few things make me want to be a sister as much as watching Viv in action. But, I have to settle and be happy with seeing pics of my main bitch plastered all over the net.  Even if it is to deny her DUI. Wonder what her BAC was. The really great thing about all of this new news surrounding the fabulous Miss Fox is that it reminds me to spread the word about the best B dating movie ever, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Two Can Play That Game&lt;/span&gt;. No one should even attempt dating without seeing this movie.  No one should even attempt sitting around the house on a Saturday without this movie playing in the background. No movie collection is complete without this flick about Viv destroying her man through the 10-day program. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HHsoVu5NkzM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HHsoVu5NkzM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/2365111831950443795-7117039078159363288?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/7117039078159363288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=7117039078159363288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/7117039078159363288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/7117039078159363288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/09/vivica-i-dont-mean-to-toot-my-own-horn.html' title='Vivica, &quot;I don&apos;t mean to toot my own horn, but beep beep&quot; Fox Denies DUI'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-3230804447877857442</id><published>2007-09-26T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T21:55:24.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bodhi'/><title type='text'>Move Over Mr. Winkle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rvs4gBG-fjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KusShiwgbJM/s1600-h/bo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rvs4gBG-fjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KusShiwgbJM/s320/bo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114743924513996338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only room for one at the top. Bodhi's got you beat, and has from the moment his furry face emerged from the fleshy underside of what must have been a beautiful bitch on that puppy farm in Oklahoma. He barely survived the transport to a South Florida pet store, where his mommy rescued him. Will you look at that furry little shit now? He's taking in the view from the bluffs that overlook the Pacific Ocean in LA's fabulous west side so-called small town - home to many celebs (Do not believe the star maps!)- the Pacific Palisades. Behold Bodhi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-3230804447877857442?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/3230804447877857442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=3230804447877857442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/3230804447877857442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/3230804447877857442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/09/move-over-mr-winkle.html' title='Move Over Mr. Winkle'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rvs4gBG-fjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KusShiwgbJM/s72-c/bo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-3984069280313273043</id><published>2007-09-26T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:29:52.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Crying Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RvsxoxG-fiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ajKlIVvloHc/s1600-h/heisenfleimaurice.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RvsxoxG-fiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ajKlIVvloHc/s320/heisenfleimaurice.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114736378256457250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be The Pity Party, the duo that recently won the LA Weekly Detour battle of the bands, and will play that fair, Goldenvoice co-sponsored festival in downtown Los Angeles at 2pm on October 6th and then, according to their MySpace page, scoot across town to play another big festival, Eagle Rock Music Festival, that same day. Fucking rock 'n' rollers, shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-3984069280313273043?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/3984069280313273043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=3984069280313273043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/3984069280313273043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/3984069280313273043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/09/whos-crying-now.html' title='Who&apos;s Crying Now?'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/RvsxoxG-fiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ajKlIVvloHc/s72-c/heisenfleimaurice.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-2525450671289861992</id><published>2007-09-26T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T22:06:59.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOLARE, WE MISSED YOUR SHOW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rvs6ZRG-flI/AAAAAAAAAAk/P1CyYKNsIus/s1600-h/solare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rvs6ZRG-flI/AAAAAAAAAAk/P1CyYKNsIus/s200/solare.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114746007573134930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while we were at El Cid last night, we missed the super sexy threesome that calls itself Solare perform at Spaceland. Yes, their top MySpace friends are planets and, yes, they are skinny runner types with a nerd-rock vibe all around their pretty heads. The shmees were very bummed to miss their show, but the line-up where we were was going so slow that we didn't have a chance of making it across Sunset Blvd to Spaceland. Darn. But, Solare is definitely one of our favorite bands ever and especially in LA. We are definitely in the mood to listen to them right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/solare"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solare, how can we find you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solare, what do you sound like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.reverbnation.com/widgets/player/widgetPlayerMini.swf?emailPlaylist=artist_969&amp;backgroundcolor=FFFFFF&amp;font_color=undefined" height="83" width="262"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/main/widgets_overview"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.reverbnation.com/widgets/footer_mini.gif"  border="0" height="12"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx0PTExOTA4NjM2MjY0MDQmcHQ9MTE5MDg2NDM0NzY5MSZwPTI3MDgxJmQ9bWluaSU1Rm11c2ljJTVGcGxheWVyJm49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-2525450671289861992?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/2525450671289861992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=2525450671289861992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/2525450671289861992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/2525450671289861992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/09/solare-we-missed-your-show.html' title='SOLARE, WE MISSED YOUR SHOW.'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rvs6ZRG-flI/AAAAAAAAAAk/P1CyYKNsIus/s72-c/solare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-2767155794345585770</id><published>2007-09-26T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:22:05.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Mic at El Cid</title><content type='html'>Last night, my boy and I went to El Cid, a Mexican restaurant and Friday night east side indie rock venue, in a historic building in Silverlake, that holds an open mic on Wednesdays.  Open mics in LA are generally entertaining - people are either promising or deliciously delusional - and this one was pretty much a continuous back-and-forth between decent and hilarious. One stand out being an Asian guy in cargo pants and a blazer who sang a song about a man who learns that all he and his wife have to eat are hot dogs after a 9.5 quake hits Los Angeles on Christmas Eve. So, he asks her to heat hot dogs up in her arm pits for him. The guys name was Chuck Z, and he was ripe for first rounds of American Idol. Six string shmee played two of his songs, "Free Ride" and "Yesterday's Tomorrow Is Today". He's a seasoned performer, but not in the singer/songwriter genre, so he has to play ten of these things before I let him book a real solo gig. He's quickly getting better at it. El Cid is fun as hell and has decent drink and tapas menu prices. My steak was delish and the Captain Diet mix was just right. Our waiter was a rad dude with a curly stache who let me have six drinks when I told him I wasn't driving. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, there was this outrageously crazy chick, &lt;a href="http://thefabulousmisswendy.com/"&gt;The Fabulous Miss Wendy&lt;/a&gt;, who threw down some a capella dirty rhymes. That's my kinda bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-2767155794345585770?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/2767155794345585770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=2767155794345585770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/2767155794345585770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/2767155794345585770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/09/open-mic-at-el-cid.html' title='Open Mic at El Cid'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-9157763605191615879</id><published>2007-09-20T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:34:25.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Been Tased.</title><content type='html'>If you want to get tased, you can do that in Florida or in California.  Tasing incidents, apparently, have amazing entertainment value on the campuses of both coasts.  Watching someone gets tased really gets your adrenaline pumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, a UCLA student was tased in the library, an incident that started when he was asked to show ID at a library. The UF student who got tased on Monday, Andrew Meyer, is obviously  one of  many, many 20-something  males who's pissed off about the state of American politics.  From what I can see in these videos, he wasn't just asking questions. He was trying to embarrass John Kerry (and he succeeded) and make his own political point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, he didn't start freaking out until campus police grabbed him as soon as he'd finished asking questions. Let's face it: he was kicked out for the content of his questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to see all of those sweaty, apathetic UF kids get off their asses and swarm that police station. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's really interesting is the way that John Kerry's reaction was just to try to normalize the  abnormal situation. It's the difference between looking presidential and being presidential. I don't get why people who aren't presidential want to be president. Does it really look like a fun job? Do they really have to get millions of people to rally behind them just so that they can watch themselves mimic presidential posture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UF Tase at John Kerry speech:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y3FFnpS-eYA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y3FFnpS-eYA" 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;UCLA Tase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5g7zlJx9u2E"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5g7zlJx9u2E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-9157763605191615879?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/9157763605191615879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=9157763605191615879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/9157763605191615879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/9157763605191615879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/09/youve-been-tased.html' title='You&apos;ve Been Tased.'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-2908844418048509233</id><published>2007-09-20T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T10:29:56.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsunami Coffee Shop open mic</title><content type='html'>Last night, Six String Shmee dragged me along to an open mic at a fun little Silverlake coffee house called Tsunami Cafe. Everyone there was a stand-up comic, so it was kind of awkward for Shmee to whip out his guitar and perform two songs. But he did a good job, and it was really fun to meet such a range of age groups and comedy styles. A guy named Dr. Lou is the host and he opens and closes the open mic by asking for a song title . Then, he whips out his harmonica and makes up a song and story for given title. The comics at Tsunami are actually pretty seasoned compared to other rooms I've been in, and it's definitely a very  environment for testing out a secret talent before a few people before you showcase it to the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-2908844418048509233?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/2908844418048509233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=2908844418048509233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/2908844418048509233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/2908844418048509233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/09/tsunami-coffee-shop-open-mic.html' title='Tsunami Coffee Shop open mic'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-8934292219413092487</id><published>2007-09-19T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T01:39:28.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Theater commercials and Superbad</title><content type='html'>I was appalled the first time I saw a commercial in a movie theater. Now, it has become common place. The logic is supposed to be that commercials pay for content that you get for free, but when you pay, you don't have to sit through commercials, as with cable. Few things make me feel as powerless as paying $11.50 for a movie ticket, top dollar on a week night, and having to watch commercials at the movies. So, to the advertising folks at Scion, Razor, and Coca Cola, thanks a whole hell of a lot for convincing movie theaters or distributors (or whoever the hell does this) that people wouldn't mind paying to be advertised to. It sucks. You suck. You keep coming up with new and more profound ways to suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other weird things like that are happening that make you feel powerless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard Superbad was incredibly good. It was very funny in some places and enjoyable overall, but not mindblowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-8934292219413092487?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/8934292219413092487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=8934292219413092487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/8934292219413092487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/8934292219413092487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/09/movie-theater-commercials-and-superbad.html' title='Movie Theater commercials and Superbad'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-6466055092540221753</id><published>2007-09-17T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T11:20:03.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Celebs Who Aren't Big Fat Phonies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rv1FLRG-fsI/AAAAAAAAABo/xNQeLNkvN04/s1600-h/king.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rv1FLRG-fsI/AAAAAAAAABo/xNQeLNkvN04/s320/king.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115320811636293314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rv1E0hG-frI/AAAAAAAAABg/MznhB06Xbwc/s1600-h/californication.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rv1E0hG-frI/AAAAAAAAABg/MznhB06Xbwc/s320/californication.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115320420794269362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some celebrities are big assholes. Other celebrities hide behind their publicists, and say exactly what they are told to say and are shooshed by their publicists on the red carpets. But, the celebrities that I like are artists who say what they think and mean. They are the celebrities that Goldilocks chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always fun to meet the celebs on your favorite shows, but when they're smart, nice and thoughful human beings, it's even better. I recently met these two actors, who are on up-and-coming Showtime shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madeline Zima &lt;/span&gt; it the brunet on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She plays David Duchovny's character Hank Moody's sadomasochistic, soon-to-be-stepdaughter Mia on the new Showtime show Californication, is a down chick who's very personable and multi-talented. Zima's currently learning to play 3 Bob Dylan songs on guitar. She's got a gangly, pretty charm, reminescent of another actress who plays an underage seductress, the equally affable Dominique Swain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Erik King&lt;/span&gt;. is the guy packing heat in the photo above. King play Sergeant Doakes on Dexter, and is a super down guy who hugged Ink Pen and then gave sneak peek details on the upcoming second season of Dexter, Ink Pen's favorite show: this season Doakes and Dexter’s relationship is going to become even more complex, and both of them have a history that is going to continue to haunt them. Doakes’ past in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Haiti&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and Dexter’s string of crimes. Now that everyone knows the characters better, they’re going to take us to the next level. If you think Doakes might have a crush on Dexter’s sister Debra, King says to consider that he might just be using her to get to Dexter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-6466055092540221753?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/6466055092540221753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=6466055092540221753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/6466055092540221753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/6466055092540221753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/09/two-celebs-who-arent-big-fat-phonies.html' title='Two Celebs Who Aren&apos;t Big Fat Phonies'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyoKHJVL8gQ/Rv1FLRG-fsI/AAAAAAAAABo/xNQeLNkvN04/s72-c/king.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-9209086521321071688</id><published>2007-09-17T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T19:50:25.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adrian Curry Fights Sex Offenders By...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Posting their names, addresses and crimes on her MySpace blog. When not badgering her much older and much shorter, Brady alum husband Christopher Knight, Adrian Curry (of America's Top Model - 1st season, Surreal Life and My Fair Brady fame) whom I admire for her honesty and  inability to not speak her mind, is posting something that she calls "Top 10 Vile Fucks" on her MySpace page. Whoa the language that spills from this hot honey is anything but sweet, but she always makes her fucking point, don't she? Posting peoples' names and addys?  What do we think about this? &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/adricurry"&gt;Adrian Curry myspace.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-9209086521321071688?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/9209086521321071688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=9209086521321071688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/9209086521321071688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/9209086521321071688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/09/adrian-curry-fights-sex-offenders-by.html' title='Adrian Curry Fights Sex Offenders By...'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-7477606728002831038</id><published>2007-09-17T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T19:54:25.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanye's Ego Bigger Than Previously Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After my Kanye-centric post yesterday, I went to the TV Guide Emmy afterparty at Les Deux in Hollywood, where John Legend, a meek and humble cutie, performed a nice long set of passionately sung emotional songs that all melded together into a performance that many people seemed to love, but that was, for me, background music. A surprise guest followed his act: none other than yesterday's blog session obsession Kanye West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so strange to see the way that people respond to Mr. West, who recently released his album &lt;i&gt;Graduation&lt;/i&gt;. When Kanye took the stage, the celebrity-stuffed party froze to figure out if it was really Kanye (yes!) and then hundreds rushed toward him like the Beatles were onstage tuning up with John Lennon's ghost for one last go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Kanye dances around and tears it up for a couple of songs until the audience is going nuts. People just seem to love the shit out of him. He performs Golddigger, and then stops because he has something to say to the audience, and that's when th scene turns strange and uncomfortable for anyone who lives within the parameters of tact:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kanye West is absolutely obsessed with how well his album sales have been going and he wants to make sure that everyone in the tent, there to celebrate the Emmy's, knows how amazing his accomplishment is. He says, "I think that the number one album this year sold 400 or 500 thousand the first week. Graduation sold 455,000 the first day," and repeats with emphasis, "445,000 the first day, family." I don't know if I've ever seen anyone over the age of, say 13 or 14 years-old, act the way that Kanye does and talk the way that Kanye does --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- maybe Noel Gallagher comparing Oasis to the Beatles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is a good idea to blow your own horn about how great you are until it simply drowns out any opposition and people would have to distract themselves too much from their own lives to beg to differ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we all be boastful like Kanye? I've always thought that you were supposed to keep your mouth shut about what you think is great about yourself, but if Kanye's breaking records and everyone's loving him every second, what's the point of being modest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Bill Maher the other day and they were talking about Al Gore being modest about taking part in creating the internet, I believe. They were making the point that he downplayed his strengths to appear gracious and modest, but that that doesn't work anymore because people don't understand that kind of complex emotion. They just understand exactly what you tell them, which seems inanely simple, but it might just be the best, most straightforward way to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like Kanye West said to a group of people who were out to celebrate an Emmy party, not him: &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Right now, the way I’m feeling right now is that before the day I die, I’m going to touch the sky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-7477606728002831038?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/7477606728002831038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=7477606728002831038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/7477606728002831038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/7477606728002831038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/09/kanyes-ego-bigger-than-previously.html' title='Kanye&apos;s Ego Bigger Than Previously Thought'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-8338818776495678937</id><published>2007-09-16T14:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T17:25:26.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Velvet Rope Catastrophe</title><content type='html'>Ink Pen Shmee brings you one perspective on the&lt;br /&gt;Velvet Rope Catastrophe A.K.A. the 2007 MTV Video Music Awards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little late but, since I just started blogging, lemme talk for a minute or five about the MTV Video Music Awards. I watched it in my living room while playing a card game (Hell! Nothing beats high-speed competitive solitaire) with three friends -- a radio exec, a musician, and a music distribution exec, hmm -- who kept begging me to turn off the agitating madness (the Awards show).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept it on, but it was like hard to keep my eyes from rolling all over my head -- Chris Brown, I mean seriously...nice Charlie Chaplin immo, lamewad. And then JT, who probably speaks in that butchered lilt because his natural voice (which breaks through when he gets real excited "We got a moon man. We got a moon man.") is the kind of high-pitched squeal that brings shame to 12-year-old boys across the world, compliments him with an inarticulate: "whatever Chris Brown just did reminded me that I'm getting older, cause damn." Oh, now I get it. I hope that this year is the last that we'll see of Chris Brown, but even more than that, and this is an aside, I hope we've seen the last of Akon, the man who throws human beings at other human beings. &lt;a href="http://blog.vh1.com/2007-06-05/video-angry-akon-tosses-kid-off-stage/"&gt;Akon throws human beings at other human beings.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With its suite-structure and reheated line-up, the MTV Awards was a total velvet rope catastrophe. The velvet rope has one and only one function: to generate the illusion of appeal through mystery and unspoken rejection. In other words, every time you see a velvet rope recognize that someone behind it is desperate to generate hype. You don't know what's inside because you can't get inside and you don't try cause you might be embarrassed if were to seek entry and be rejected, but more often than not, velvet ropes hide what's not happening inside. The divided crowd and the hotel suite party rooms relieved performers from really having to bring it in front of an audience and, I would imagine, gave MTV control over how and when to air each performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a question: Why is Pete Wentz so famous? He's short, not very cute and, how very rock 'n' roll, dating lip-synching, surgically reconstructed, sister-coattail-riding pop tart Ashlee Simpson. When he smashed his guitar after his awards show performance it was an insult to rock 'n' roll. I covered the MTV Video Music Awards in 2005, and there were a few rock bands present at the awards: Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance and Green Day. No greats, no real keeping of pace with the rock bands who are filling stadiums and large venues throughout the country, performing mind blowing, meaningful music that speaks to the actual state of peoples' minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of important things are happening in music right now, but you won't see them on MTV.&lt;br /&gt;Besides his Katrina blurt, what's so awesome about Kanye West? His name is pretty cool and "Golddigger" was a catchy tune, sure. I even bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Late Registration&lt;/span&gt; a couple of years ago because I thought it would be fun to listen to Golddiger while I drove around, and it was fun for a minute. But the rest of the album was unlistenable. Maybe I didn't get it, and I don't claim to have listened to his new album, so...all I can say is that I grow tired of watching his cocky antics -- embarrassing himself at the European MTV Awards ("If I don't win, the Awards show loses credibility") and his self-promoting face-off with 50 cent. But what's really off the mark about Kanye's talk is this quote that I found on People.com in which Kanye West says, "I told the guy at MTV, There's only a couple things important in music this year: Umbrella, Amy Winehouse," he said. "It's not just about me. Britney Spears is not important in music."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's definitely right about Britney. Why should the public fight for her to make her comeback when there's no meaning to it? She's got tens of millions of dollars and the best producers in the biz at her back, so what's the big deal if someone can manufacture a beat and distort her vocals to sound good as they go along with it? Let someone else have a chance. She should be on permanent vacation in Fiji or Cabo. What does she have to contribute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to say there's only a couple of things important in music is to overlook a great deal. Granted, Kanye can sell records and he should be at the MTV Music Awards to represent himself, and, if he wants, be able to make blanket statements about what's happening in music. At least he speaks his mind. The problem is that the greats of music, those who define today's era, are not being honored and are not present to represent themselves. Eh, hem, hello, we're Arcade Fire, and we're not sure if you caught our era-defining new album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neon Bible &lt;/span&gt;or not, but oooh wait, look Danity Kane is wearing Ed Hardy swag, so nevermind us! Hi we're Band of Horses and we write our own songs, which have feeling, so see you never. And, is there not room for MF Doom?&lt;br /&gt;All of this begs the question, are today's artist just popular for being popular? Also, do all artists have equal access to the airwaves? Are today's DJs informed, savvy musicphiles, or just engineers who speak banalities in between pushing buttons to switch between pre-programmed set lists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even get me started on the Pam, Kid Rock and Tommy Lee feud. The fact that these names are a part of today's pop culture vocabulary stalls the tongue. Kick a bunch of rock 'n' roll corpses around and call it drama if you want to, but I don't buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a question: If the MTV Music Video Awards were to really represent the best in music in 2007, who would have been there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-8338818776495678937?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/8338818776495678937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=8338818776495678937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/8338818776495678937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/8338818776495678937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/09/velvet-rope-catastrophe.html' title='Velvet Rope Catastrophe'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365111831950443795.post-1231633558038965747</id><published>2007-09-15T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T18:02:10.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Ink Pen Shmee - FTL to LA</title><content type='html'>I'm Ink Pen Shmee, a writer and relatively recent Florida to LA transplant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ink Pen is up and running. Welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an action-packed week in LA. Living in LA, it's often difficult to decide whether to stay in and just let the world spin around you (missed the Built to Spill concert at the awesome Henry Fonda Theatre last night) or to go out and find either great tedium (traffic, parking) or great enjoyment - last Sunday's amazing Paul Oakenfold and Underworld concert at the equally amazing Hollywood Bowl, for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Florida girl like me wonders how is such a venue as the Hollywood Bowl even possible? When you go to a concert there, you essentially walk up a scenic mountain path (with tickets like mine, you're way up at the top!) ,past groups of people sitting on blankets or at picnic tables with bottles of wine (it really is a wine-centric experience), to your seat, where you continue to dine and drink as the sun sets over the Hollywood Hills. Just when dusk reaches it's breaking point, your favorite band's opening act comes on, and night sets in as the music builds to your favorite act. It's insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we went backstage and met Paul, who was a chummy center-of-attention kind of fellow. He joked about coming-of-age under the direction of a mutual acquaintance, made us giggle and was on to other things. We searched for alcoholic refreshments, but the few bottles that were around were empty, so we turned our attention to trying to figure out whether this blond guy in the room was the singer for Underworld, but we couldn't tell, so we didn't get to meet any of Underworld. But that guy did bump into me and I said, "Excuse me," which was quasi-remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Florida, going to a concert venue often felt like going back to the state's prison-like public high schools. You wait in long lines to get searched, and then you're redirected all over the place like cattle until you find your seat, where you sit and wait for so long for the bands to start that you're mad at them when they finally take the stage, you forgive them when they play your favorite songs, and you realize that, more often than not, it's just not worth it to go. Great bands almost never make it down the peninsula to Florida, so the next time one does come, you do go and you kick yourself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Hollywood Bowl, and the Fonda too (except for their weird, but understandable "no gum" rule), it's just like the concert fits in to a great hang out space. It's sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the Fonda, Six-String Shmee and I went to watch the Spoon concert on Tuesday night, and the Austin quartet was A-okay. Their music is fun, but they're not my favorite and the crowd in the main room was so thick that I had to get out and up to the rooftop lounge, where, you guessed it, I spotted a celebrity smoking a cigarette and chatting up a short brunet. Who was it? That guy with the long face who got his ass kicked in Dazed and Confused, otherwise known as the co-star of Judy Delpy's new movie, 2 Days in Paris, Adam Goldberg. Thought he's not exactly a heartthrob, I must say he's grown into his face, and he's not too bad at all these days. I usually can't resist approaching celebrities with the weirdest questions and comments that pop into my head, but it just doesn't seem like the thing to do in the cooler-than-thou setting of a too-cool-for-school Spoon concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the perks (besides saving money that you don't have anyway) of staying in in LA that you get to meditate on what you're doing here and if you're going to last, if you should or shouldn't work out and look for inspiration to stick with it. On Thursday night, I stayed in and found a few gems when I sifted through my British Literature anthology from college. If you were hoping for the aphorisms of Oscar Wilde, lucky break for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Being natural is simply a pose, and the most irritating pose I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One should never trust a woman who tells one her real age. A woman who would tell one that, would tell one anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite:&lt;br /&gt;"Twenty years of romance makes a woman look like a ruin; but twenty years of marriage makes her look like a public building."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365111831950443795-1231633558038965747?l=moodvane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/feeds/1231633558038965747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365111831950443795&amp;postID=1231633558038965747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/1231633558038965747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365111831950443795/posts/default/1231633558038965747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodvane.blogspot.com/2007/09/welcome-to-ink-pen-shmee-ftl-to-la.html' title='Welcome to Ink Pen Shmee - FTL to LA'/><author><name>INK PEN SHMEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07608100993928683124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
