<?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-234062300591006933</id><updated>2012-01-30T12:32:44.486-08:00</updated><category term='thrush tv'/><category term='sexiest songs'/><category term='andrew calabrese'/><category term='jim morrison'/><category term='sexiest men in rock and roll'/><category term='jared leto'/><category term='joe shahadi'/><category term='elvis presley'/><category term='ruby lawrence'/><category term='trent reznor'/><category term='mick jagger'/><category term='prince'/><category term='most annoying phrases of all time'/><category term='rock and roll'/><category term='songs to have to have sex to'/><category term='sexy'/><category term='beth mann'/><category term='hottest men in rock and roll'/><category term='silly lists of nothingness'/><category term='sting'/><category term='anthony devito'/><title type='text'>Silly Lists of Nothingness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-7847133875747155496</id><published>2012-01-21T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T05:48:31.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top Ten Netflix Streaming Suggestions</title><content type='html'>It doesn't take much to excite me at this point of the winter. It's  cold, dreary and desolate at the Jersey shore and I wear pajamas and my  "suicide robe" (as I affectionately call it) entirely too much. Teeth  are brushed only if they're lucky. And one day last week, I actually  watched dust settle. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT Netflix has been quite enjoyable. I don't have cable television.  My TV is my computer now. And thanks to all the great shows and movies  available, I can be entertained by something other than  taking out the  trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic"&gt;The following list contains shows that can all be streamed. No DVD needed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Wire in the Blood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.theage.com.au/ftage/ffximage/2009/11/26/robson_narrowweb__300x480,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 352px" src="http://images.theage.com.au/ftage/ffximage/2009/11/26/robson_narrowweb__300x480,0.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wire in the Blood&lt;/em&gt;  is one of the finest criminal investigations dramas I've seen (and trust me, I watch a lot  of them). Psychologist Dr. Tony Hill (played by the amazing Robson  Green) is teamed up with a tough female detective to track down serial  killers. (After watching this series, you'll think that the UK is just teeming with them, when in actuality, they are a rarity.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  acting is what really makes this show standout. Robson Green's  character truly immerses himself in the mind of each serial killer, so  we really get a deep sense of their inner workings. Each show is more  like a mini well-crafted movie. (Apparently this lead to the program's  demise; they consistently went over budget.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Beware: this show is not for the meek at heart; there is seriously disturbing content in some episodes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. The Guardian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/10000000/The-Guardian-Season-3-Cast-the-guardian-tv-show-10083803-294-365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/10000000/The-Guardian-Season-3-Cast-the-guardian-tv-show-10083803-294-365.jpg" alt="" height="327" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt; &lt;sup&gt;My boyfriend Simon Baker. Shh...he doesn't know yet! &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt; I never heard about this show, nor had I seen Simon Baker in &lt;em&gt;The Mentalist&lt;/em&gt; (which, after viewing recently, isn't even in the same league as &lt;em&gt;The Guardian&lt;/em&gt;).  But after one episode, I was hooked. It's a smart premise, ripe with  possibility: a cocky, coke-addicted corporate lawyer is busted on a drug  charge. His punishment: serve 1500 hours as a child advocate at a legal  aid service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Fallin becomes incrementally more human and  vulnerable with each touching case. I'm not sure how he didn't win an  award for his performance. His portrayal is extremely subtle but resonant. And Dabney Coleman, as his father, is wonderful as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  stand-out supporting actor in the series is Raphael Sbarge, Nick's  good-natured associate. His portrayal of a man deeply struggling with  his sexuality is poignant and complex. Wendy Moniz as Nick's love  interest is damn cute and likable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Trust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xCNhVWouBhE/TxwThsyYB7I/AAAAAAAABTw/RoL8fbkCJto/s1600/david-schwimmer-trust-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xCNhVWouBhE/TxwThsyYB7I/AAAAAAAABTw/RoL8fbkCJto/s320/david-schwimmer-trust-image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700452698023266226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Directed by David Schwimmer of &lt;em&gt;Friends&lt;/em&gt;  fame, I did not expect much from this movie. But it's smooth, taut and  genuinely spooky. It follows a teenage girl's seduction by a middle-aged  Internet predator and the affects it has on her family after she's  assaulted by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teenage girl (played by Liana Liberato) is  spot on; you couldn't ask for a more well-crafted performance of a girl  her age. And Clive Owen and Catherine Keener as the parents wrestling  with the aftermath are both in top form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Schwimmer...who would have thunk, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. The Guilty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h27QHHwNTPA/TxwTZOzV7JI/AAAAAAAABTk/fGbnVkYMDFk/s1600/mobilepress2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h27QHHwNTPA/TxwTZOzV7JI/AAAAAAAABTk/fGbnVkYMDFk/s320/mobilepress2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700452552535305362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Guilty&lt;/em&gt; actor Michael Kitchen, my other new boyfriend. (Don't tell Simon.)&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  Brits just do television and film a bit better. It's true, admit it.  Sure their production value often lags behind ours (why does everything  they do look it's shot in the 80's?), but they make up for it with  superb nuanced acting, better comedic abilities, and a certain  "regularness" to their characters (meaning they don't look like  supermodels so are therefore more relatable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say much  about this two-part TV show because it would be too easy to give aspects  of it away. In short, three wildly different people's lives collide in a  rather catastrophic way. Very worth the watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Mystery Science Theater 3000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="mdp-boxshot"&gt;                                                                        &lt;img src="http://cdn-6.nflximg.com/en_us/boxshots/gsd/70153486.jpg" alt="Mystery Science Theater 3000: Cave Dwellers" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm  guessing most of us have watched this "guilty pleasure" show in the  past, where three critics mercilessly rip apart B-movies of yore. I find  it the perfect recipe if you're sick and in bed or a low-key party  where weed is involved. It's just the right amount of mindless  entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to suggest &lt;em&gt;Mitchell&lt;/em&gt;, one of my personal favorites, but you have to order the DVD for that one. &lt;a href="http://www.filmschoolrejects.com/news/manos-the-hands-of-fate-restoration-blu-ray-ben-solovey.php"&gt;Manos: the Hands of Fate is in the process of being remastered&lt;/a&gt;, so you might to check out that eternal crowd pleaser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://listverse.com/2007/11/21/top-10-mystery-science-theater-3000-episodes/"&gt;here's a best of list I found&lt;/a&gt; that's pretty on point. Make sure you check out the list - not all MST3K episodes are created equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I generally fast forward through the opening and the show hosts comedic bits in between; they're just not that funny.) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="width" value="420"&gt;&lt;param name="height" value="315"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OtCYxWqXW6k?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OtCYxWqXW6k?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mitchell! Forward to 5:15, past the unfunny.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Law &amp;amp; Order - The Whole Lot of Them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.sodahead.com/polls/001632795/2624565863_Lawandorder01_answer_1_xlarge.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 262px" src="http://images.sodahead.com/polls/001632795/2624565863_Lawandorder01_answer_1_xlarge.jpeg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be preferential to only early &lt;em&gt;Law &amp;amp; Order&lt;/em&gt; (the original) and &lt;em&gt;Law &amp;amp; Order: Special Victims Unit&lt;/em&gt;.  But the truth is, they are all good in their own right (though I  confess, I never have seen or plan on seeing the court room drama one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also used to avidly dislike &lt;em&gt;Law &amp;amp; Order: Criminal Intent&lt;/em&gt;  because I have such a love/hate issue with Vincent D'onofrio. But guess  what? At this point of the year, I love him again. He's really an  amazing actor; he's just annoying sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;Law &amp;amp; Order SVU &lt;/em&gt; is professionalism to the nth degree. A well-oiled machine. Dick Wolf  and and his gang just know how to put a TV show together, formulaic as  it may be. Can't stop watching the damn shows. It's the Pringles of  television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Goodbye Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  not sure how I stumbled across this movie, but thoroughly enjoyed it.  Interestingly, it's not very well-reviewed and I'm not sure why. Anthony  Perkins is so energetic and endearing in his portrayal (almost a shame he's  so inextricably connected in our minds with &lt;em&gt;Psycho&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  I'll tell you a secret: I never understood why Ingrid Bergman is  considered a good actress. She always felt a bit...flat to me. But in  this movie, I got it. She's very understated in her approach, which I  mistook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, Anthony Perkin's character, in his 20's, falls  hard for Bergman's character, in her 40's and unhappily involved.  Bergman begins to have feelings for him, which she's conflicted about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweet Sunday afternoon watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="width" value="420"&gt;&lt;param name="height" value="315"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QXyjuYu0Mrc?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QXyjuYu0Mrc?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Charmed (The Shannen Doherty years)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://86.img.v4.skyrock.com/86d/charmed81112/pics/851985767.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 211px" src="http://86.img.v4.skyrock.com/86d/charmed81112/pics/851985767.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh if you must, but I'm a big &lt;em&gt;Charmed&lt;/em&gt; fan. I don't know why. Why does one like cupcakes or skinny menthol cigarettes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do  I have to explain the plot? Okay, it's about three witches who have  high-level supernatural abilities. They team up to fight crime, evil,  blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may have noted, I suggest the early years only.  Once Prue dies, the show goes to pot. Alyssa Milano wears ridiculous  outfits where you're forced to look at her well-trained abs for a  half  hour. And Rose McGowan just does not have the cajones that Doherty had.  (Doherty played a witch for a very good reason...and you can guess what  that is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Behaving Badly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.djdchronology.com/images/djd040889d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 194px" src="http://www.djdchronology.com/images/djd040889d.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suggested to me by Open Salon's &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog/mumbletypeg"&gt;mumbletypeg&lt;/a&gt; after writing&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog/beth_mann/2012/01/12/unhinging_the_bitch"&gt; my last piece&lt;/a&gt;  about proudly releasing your inner bitch, this mini-series is fun and  unusual.  &lt;p&gt;Judi Dench plays a woman who has hit a certain limit in her  life and begins to act out in "strange" ways. I don't want to give away  much more than that, but her portrayal is contained yet daring. She  weaves so much class into her bitchiness. My bitch is much more  sophisticated after watching her bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Production value is  lacking a bit, but again, it's streaming and available; I don't care as  much if I'm not in a theater or ordering a DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10: I Know Where I'm Going&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dvdoutsider.co.uk/dvd/pix/i/iknowwhere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 199px" src="http://www.dvdoutsider.co.uk/dvd/pix/i/iknowwhere.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;sub&gt;Not the lead actress, but a thoroughly enchanting supporting role by Pamela Brown&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic"&gt;Damnit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic"&gt; angry! &lt;/span&gt;This  isn't available for streaming anymore. But this was definitely one of  my favorite finds so I just had to add it. This is an adorable, magical  little movie filmed entirely in Scotland. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; It follows headstrong Joan  Webster (actress Wendy Hiller) who knows exactly what she  wants in  life, until she's stranded in a rugged Scottish village by the sea. It's  there she begins to re-evaluate her decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so you'll  have to order this one then. There are bonus features on it apparently.  And you can tell me all about them. Just &lt;span style="font-style: italic"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; this slightly surreal, special film.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. Have to get going. The mailman is coming by soon and I want to gussy up for his visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also want to tip my virtual hat to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog/monsieur_chariot"&gt;Monsieur Chariot&lt;/a&gt;, who writes amazing and entertaining reviews for Open Salon and inspired me to try my hand at it.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;OPEN SALON MEMBERS CHIME IN:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-7847133875747155496?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/7847133875747155496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=7847133875747155496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/7847133875747155496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/7847133875747155496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-top-ten-netflix-streaming.html' title='My Top Ten Netflix Streaming Suggestions'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xCNhVWouBhE/TxwThsyYB7I/AAAAAAAABTw/RoL8fbkCJto/s72-c/david-schwimmer-trust-image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-2333977799901837531</id><published>2012-01-18T18:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T12:32:44.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Top 10 "Don't Date" Professions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qkeMjtncDHw/Txg4-Xf0-6I/AAAAAAAABTY/IC-hsn4lUq8/s1600/0000054760_20090203141804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qkeMjtncDHw/Txg4-Xf0-6I/AAAAAAAABTY/IC-hsn4lUq8/s320/0000054760_20090203141804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699367972547918754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You felt your heart sink a little when he said he was a poet. Your stomach turned when he said he was going on tour with his metal band. You chuckled inwardly when he told you he teaches spin class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the ladies at Silly Lists of Nothingness refrain from making sweeping generalizations, we still know red flags when we see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stand-up Comedians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst: The drunk, angry ones&lt;br /&gt;Best: The angry ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wordsmith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tie!&lt;/span&gt; Fiction writer and Poet....no, poets are the worst.&lt;br /&gt;Best: Web content for faceless corporations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photographers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst: Photojournalists (long story but ask Ruby at rubyt@gmail.com)&lt;br /&gt;Best: Event Photographer (weddings, bar mitvahs, pet portraiture, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Musicians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tie!&lt;/span&gt; Touring rock star and jazz musician with suspicious marks on arm&lt;br /&gt;Best: Studio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food Industry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst: Anyone called "Chef" or "Culinary Master"&lt;br /&gt;Best: Short order cook in a 50's style cafe in the Midwest wearing a white t-shirt that smells of blue sky and manhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst: Actors&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Best: Non-actors.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butchers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Best: Cute deli department guy&lt;br /&gt;Worst: Ted Bundy&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presidents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Best: President of a remote tropical island, where mai tais reign supreme&lt;br /&gt;Worst: All of the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Race car Drivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best: The really slow ones, with nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;Worst: The fast ones with bad eyesight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doctors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best: The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; doctor, baby...and he's in!&lt;br /&gt;Worst: Plastic surgeons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conductors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best: The choo-choo train kind, with the cute hats&lt;br /&gt;Worst: The cocky ones with batons and tempers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professional Athletes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Best: Pro badminton coach&lt;br /&gt;Worst: All of the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Men of the Sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best: Hot Lifeguard who loves giving mouth-to-mouth&lt;br /&gt;Worst: Shark "expert"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jockey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best: Horse&lt;br /&gt;Worst: Disc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candlestick Maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst: (Yes, we have two worsts for this category): Hippie drop-out living in Santa Cruz&lt;br /&gt;Worst: A ghost of yore (because dating the dead has built-in limitations.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-2333977799901837531?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/2333977799901837531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=2333977799901837531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/2333977799901837531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/2333977799901837531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-date-professions.html' title='The Top 10 &quot;Don&apos;t Date&quot; Professions'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qkeMjtncDHw/Txg4-Xf0-6I/AAAAAAAABTY/IC-hsn4lUq8/s72-c/0000054760_20090203141804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-6948619326821817255</id><published>2011-12-16T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T17:56:57.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Things I'm Suprised I DON'T Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-00hiWoDYAoU/Tuy59ATdc2I/AAAAAAAABRk/4JlC44IxFsc/s1600/a1bee79a272274a7f67a712d33ceab51_7art_Stripy_Zebras_ScreenSaver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687124887166874466" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-00hiWoDYAoU/Tuy59ATdc2I/AAAAAAAABRk/4JlC44IxFsc/s320/a1bee79a272274a7f67a712d33ceab51_7art_Stripy_Zebras_ScreenSaver.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the popularity of our last Open Call, &lt;a href="/blog/alysa_salzberg"&gt;Alysa Salzberg&lt;/a&gt; (of &lt;a href="/blog/alysa_salzberg"&gt;Alysa Salzberg&lt;/a&gt; fame) and I decided to join forces once again and compose a complimentary list to &lt;a href="/blog/beth_mann/2011/11/23/7_things_that_im_surprised_i_like"&gt;7 Things I'm Surprised I Like.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Zebras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  love animals. &lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt; them. They make me believe in God and everything  good. They are pure life and goodness. But for some reason, zebras leave  me scratching my head. I just don't...get them. Are they horses? What  do they do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Billie Holiday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should so love  Lady Day. She sings with that world weary pathos that should  emotionally resonate with me. But ugh...that swoopy, dippy voice.  Frankly, I've never understood why she's even known as a good singer. (I know  - blasphemy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Champagne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAWkm6UoeTM/S8fJRzZwYiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1m21EG-xHBE/s1600/champagne_toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 164px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAWkm6UoeTM/S8fJRzZwYiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1m21EG-xHBE/s1600/champagne_toast.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love booze! We go &lt;span style="font-style: italic"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt;  back. I've visited the Champagne region in France and drank some of the  best in the world. And I like celebratory drinks, where glasses go  clink. But I do not like champagne. Just says headache to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. My One Friend who Shall Remain Nameless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ufJPZm00_fE/Tuy6mSQSevI/AAAAAAAABRw/MlPIrJFk4N8/s1600/12198090302006169125female%2Bsilhouette.svg.med.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687125596360047346" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 141px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ufJPZm00_fE/Tuy6mSQSevI/AAAAAAAABRw/MlPIrJFk4N8/s320/12198090302006169125female%2Bsilhouette.svg.med.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been my friend for a long  time. But she doesn't listen all that well. And whenever I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; get the chance to tell  her what's going on with me, I feel like she judges me on this very  subtle level. So when I get off the phone with her, I always feel  crappy. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's really hard to pinpoint what she does that's so bothersome; its more this vague feeling of disapproval or condesension. Then sometimes I think its me and not her. So she remains until she does  something obvious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4g8uBwukU4/Tuy8Ik_Ma5I/AAAAAAAABR8/QbyUkp88bxA/s1600/mt_rose-snowboarding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687127285015800722" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4g8uBwukU4/Tuy8Ik_Ma5I/AAAAAAAABR8/QbyUkp88bxA/s320/mt_rose-snowboarding.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;(above) Not me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Because  I surf, people enthusiastically push snowboarding on me. &amp;quot;You'll love it! It's  just like surfing.&amp;quot; No, I won't. It's just not my sport. I picked my  sports and its not one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;Mad Men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love good television. &lt;a href="/blog/beth_mann/2010/03/14/15_reasons_television_doesnt_suck_anymore"&gt;It really inspires me.&lt;/a&gt; And I know &lt;em&gt;Mad Men&lt;/em&gt;  is supposed to be &amp;quot;great&amp;quot; or whatever. But I never plan on watching it.  It's just too pretty and I have a feeling it will annoy me for some  reason. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;As Alysa points out in her comments, I have a feeling the misogyny quotient would be too high for me to overlook (and trust me, I have to overlook it a lot in many television shows and movies.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YaQlCG7JHUk/Tuy_goBJw9I/AAAAAAAABSI/xhlH-MfJMHM/s1600/People-sleeping-in-theatr-007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687130996681065426" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YaQlCG7JHUk/Tuy_goBJw9I/AAAAAAAABSI/xhlH-MfJMHM/s320/People-sleeping-in-theatr-007.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god strike me down for this: I hate theater! And guess what? I studied it at a university for years. I'm a trained actor.  But if you want to see me slip into a protective comatose state, put me  in a cramped, hot theater with a play that is entirely too long. That  says hell to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus theater has sucked for a long, long time.  It's an empty art at this point. It's too constrained and sanitized.  When I'm forced to go, I treat it like a good deed - like giving blood  or going to church or something. But the whole time, I'm dying a million  deaths.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;!!BONUS DISLIKE BASED ON ALYSA'S LIST&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;8. Seinfeld&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  should love it. It broke the mold, comedically speaking. I know  funny pretty damn well and everyone thinks the show is funny. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left"&gt;It always seemed a little too dry to me  (like Letterman). And Jerry is a crappy actor. And he seems like a dick in real life. If its a show about  nothing, then they succeeded.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left"&gt;Now &lt;em&gt;Curb your Entusiasm&lt;/em&gt;, I like. It was a bit abrasive at first but it grew on me. The guy is very committed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left"&gt;Larry David in a great scene from a Woody Allen movie:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" width="434" height="246"&gt;&lt;param name="width" value="434" /&gt;&lt;param name="height" value="246" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mTEVn_BIE_U?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="434" height="246" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mTEVn_BIE_U?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-6948619326821817255?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/6948619326821817255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=6948619326821817255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/6948619326821817255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/6948619326821817255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/12/7-things-im-suprised-i-dont-like.html' title='7 Things I&apos;m Suprised I DON&apos;T Like'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-00hiWoDYAoU/Tuy59ATdc2I/AAAAAAAABRk/4JlC44IxFsc/s72-c/a1bee79a272274a7f67a712d33ceab51_7art_Stripy_Zebras_ScreenSaver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-5720428011115065803</id><published>2011-09-19T12:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T06:24:42.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Things that I'm Surprised I Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold"&gt;1. Southern Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musically, I never saw this one coming. Born and raised on 70's pop, I should dislike this kind of macho heavy-handed, long-jam rock whose lyrics can lean toward bigotry and closed-mindedness. But play a little Lynyrd Skynyrd, The Allman Brothers, Marshall Tucker Band or ZZ Top and out of me flies a whiskey drinking cowgirl, ready to throw punches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/lynyrd-skynyrd-1-tm.jpg?w=305&amp;amp;h=350"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 350px" src="http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/lynyrd-skynyrd-1-tm.jpg?w=305&amp;amp;h=350" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="width" value="420"&gt;&lt;param name="height" value="315"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EsIqEq9OFxE?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EsIqEq9OFxE?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold"&gt;2. Car Repair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird. I mean, changing a light bulbs gives me pause, so its not like I'm handy. I just love hearing about car repair. Sit me next to an auto mechanic and I'll converse for hours. Perhaps I just like the tidiness of problem solving or bad-ass engines that go vroom, vroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://briansrepair.com/images/6238222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 298px" src="http://briansrepair.com/images/6238222.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold"&gt;3. Chicken Livers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild about them. And they're gross. They're gross to look at, grosser to touch. I don't even eat that much meat. But ever since I was a small child, I loved chicken livers. My mother would fry them up in a pan and toss pieces to the pets and me and we'd gobble them down together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tvAhEgodcr0/Ts1KkCOuz3I/AAAAAAAABME/ZWT0JC_DLLU/s1600/chicken-liver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678276688118468466" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 207px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tvAhEgodcr0/Ts1KkCOuz3I/AAAAAAAABME/ZWT0JC_DLLU/s320/chicken-liver.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold"&gt;4. Barry Manilow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I actually have a reason for this one. And it involves LSD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped some acid with my&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog/beth_mann/2009/04/30/i_miss_shoplifting"&gt; late, great friend Vicki&lt;/a&gt; when we in our teens. We were losing our shit, crawling on train tracks, freaked out by trees, collapsing in maniacal fits of laughter...you know the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally made it back to Vicki's house, we turned on her bedroom radio and the station was playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; Barry Manilow, for some Satanic reason. I sang every word as if I'd known his music my entire life. &lt;span style="font-style: italic"&gt;I was channeling Barry&lt;/span&gt;. Vicki watched me, jaw-dropped...and drooling, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since that acid trip, Barry Manilow has meant a lot to me. (How many people get to write that?) And I&lt;span style="font-style: italic"&gt; still&lt;/span&gt; know practically every lyric of every song. I've even seen him in concert and booed when he did a medley that included &lt;span style="font-style: italic"&gt;Could it be Magic &lt;/span&gt;(my favorite tune) instead of the whole song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="width" value="420"&gt;&lt;param name="height" value="315"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/52-EkZRnG2E?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/52-EkZRnG2E?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even like the Take That version...who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="width" value="420"&gt;&lt;param name="height" value="315"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VbiEOYv2Dyo?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VbiEOYv2Dyo?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold"&gt;5. GYN appointments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big fan of the gynecologist. They keep my sex life happy and healthy. And I've been blessed by nothing but amazing ones. The first one was from Australia, looking like he walked out of a GQ ad. It added a whole other dimension to the gynecological experience, let me tell you what sisters and brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was Dr. Brandberg, the hippest cat ever. He told me it was alright to smoke cigarettes occasionally. He missed being broke like me, he revealed once, as we sat in his office and shared a smoke, post-exam. His life was less complicated. I  told him to give me his money then. He laughed and pulled out his checkbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have a fine vagina," he would say, mid-exam. "A fine vagina." Yeah, some would be freaked out by this kind of remark, but you had to know him. It was just small talk for him. One of a kind, that crazy doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest gynecological wonder? Dr. Trim...that's his name, I kid you not. Warmest hands ever. And he gives me hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bikudo.com/photo_stock/144039.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 209px" src="http://www.bikudo.com/photo_stock/144039.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold"&gt;6. Martha Stewart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic"&gt;Life is too complicated not to be orderly.  ~ &lt;/span&gt;Martha Stewart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic"&gt;loathe&lt;/span&gt; this woman. And yet...I love her. She's cold, cold as ice. But she's shrewd and ruthless and knows crazy shit about all things domestic. She influences every day of my life: the way I prepare food, make my bed. She even shamed me into washing my sheets more frequently. (She was shocked that some people wait as long as 3 weeks to wash their sheets. &lt;span style="font-style: italic"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was one of those people. Until Martha.) Her business acumen is over-the-top. She's done time. And she makes souffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TllbxbEW6-8/Ts1I3El-S1I/AAAAAAAABL4/xbaH8jbUKUs/s1600/Martha_Stewart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678274816147082066" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TllbxbEW6-8/Ts1I3El-S1I/AAAAAAAABL4/xbaH8jbUKUs/s320/Martha_Stewart.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold"&gt;7. Anal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-5720428011115065803?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/5720428011115065803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=5720428011115065803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/5720428011115065803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/5720428011115065803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/09/7-things-i-like-that-surprise-me.html' title='7 Things that I&apos;m Surprised I Like'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tvAhEgodcr0/Ts1KkCOuz3I/AAAAAAAABME/ZWT0JC_DLLU/s72-c/chicken-liver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-2877540816277653237</id><published>2011-04-03T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T16:33:45.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Drummers who Sing Well</title><content type='html'>This list came about when my friend Madge (see, Peg, I told you I wouldn't use your real name!) said that there aren't many drummers who sing well. So I spent precious hours last week doing music video "research" instead of working and making money so my friend could see the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes, Madge: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Phil Collins - &lt;/b&gt;Yeah, yeah. I know. He wrote some &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0qBaBb1Y-U"&gt;profoundly crappy tunes&lt;/a&gt;. Unfortunately, his career seems overshadowed by them now. But Phil Collins is a ridiculously proficient musician in addition to being a powerful performer. (And don't go there about Peter Gabriel - apples and oranges.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think Phil Collins is a lightweight, watch the last minute of this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ht2XF2yOj34?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ht2XF2yOj34?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Well, like Don Henley, I can sing from behind the drums, but it just   looks so shitty. That's why you don't get many singing drummers now.   And I never wanted to be a singer. When Peter left Genesis   and we couldn't find another singer, I drew the short straw. So, in many   ways, my career happened by accident. I just wanted to be a drummer. -  Phil Collins&lt;/blockquote&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Andy Sturmer, Jellyfish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RdRWVcVcU-g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RdRWVcVcU-g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Not the best quality video, but shows off Sturmer's skills well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may not be familiar with the 90's band Jellyfish. If so, go out and buy their work, essential for any decent music collection. Jellyfish composed lush little power pop symphonies that are candy to the ears. Andy Sturmer, lead singer and drummer, was extra cool because he&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;stood while playing drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some cleaner audio of Jellyfish.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://boos.audioboo.fm/swf/fullsize_player.swf" height="129" id="boo_embed_320633" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://boos.audioboo.fm/swf/fullsize_player.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="lt" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="mp3Author=bethmann&amp;amp;mp3=http%3A%2F%2Faudioboo.fm%2Fboos%2F320633-jellyfish-new-mistake.mp3%3Fsource%3Dembed&amp;amp;mp3Title=Jellyfish+-+New+Mistake&amp;amp;mp3LinkURL=http%3A%2F%2Faudioboo.fm%2Fboos%2F320633-jellyfish-new-mistake&amp;amp;rootID=boo_embed_320633&amp;amp;mp3Time=05.17pm+03+Apr+2011" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://audioboo.fm/boos/320633-jellyfish-new-mistake.mp3?source=embed"&gt;Listen!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Don Henley, The Eagles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MaC_cChs6hA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MaC_cChs6hA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eagles get a bad rap sometimes and I'm never sure why. There's even an &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=2217398117"&gt;"I Hate the Eagles"&lt;/a&gt; Facebook page. They're considered too cookie cutter or bland, I suppose. But they have some of the tightest harmonies in rock and Don Henley's voice, to me, is very comforting and familiar, like old jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Stan Lynch, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qn7C5u_3Fjk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qn7C5u_3Fjk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Stan was a little younger than us. But he was a very good  drummer and he  was really conscientious, and he worked really hard.  And he sang as  well. He sang harmony. He was a powerhouse onstage. He was so powerful I used to say he had this fifth gear that  he  could go into and just really make everything explode &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- Tom Petty &lt;/blockquote&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Levon Helm (The Band, etc.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cBuJB218UvU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cBuJB218UvU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some consider Levon Helm a national treasure. He could easily make my list of "Musicians who Didn't Suck as they got Older." &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Karen Carpenter, The Carpenters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6dJUnh6N8-U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6dJUnh6N8-U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people don't know that Karen Carpenter was an accomplished drummer, placing first in &lt;i&gt;Playboy'&lt;/i&gt;s reader poll for Best Rock Drummer of 1975.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Peter Rivera, Rare Earth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pqzdKRhBrrg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pqzdKRhBrrg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a gem of a video, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Kelly Keagy, Night Ranger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vKVa0nv7Auo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vKVa0nv7Auo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Keagy was a last-minute addition, but the more I watched him, the more I realized how he rightfully belongs on this list. &lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Sheila E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gOBSFejSerg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gOBSFejSerg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Watch her go off at 1:20. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Don Brewer, Grand Funk Railroad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lMsIrKjSM6Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lMsIrKjSM6Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving my best unearthed video for last. &lt;i&gt;This&lt;/i&gt; is what you call rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now you'll remind me of several key drummer/singers that I missed. Musicians such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Grohl. (He didn't drum and sing together all that often.)&lt;br /&gt;Ringo? (He doesn't sing all that well, really.) &lt;br /&gt;Mickey Dolenz from The Monkees? (Nice voice, not much of a drummer though.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand corrected if you mention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy Miles&lt;br /&gt;Peter Criss, Kiss&lt;br /&gt;Roger Taylor, Queen&lt;br /&gt;Meg White, White Stripes&lt;br /&gt;Robert Wyatt, Soft Machine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-2877540816277653237?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/2877540816277653237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=2877540816277653237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/2877540816277653237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/2877540816277653237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/04/drummers-who-sing-well-2.html' title='10 Drummers who Sing Well'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-1547676141695041783</id><published>2010-11-14T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T15:21:59.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 15 Sexiest Father Figures of All Time</title><content type='html'>Who's your daddy? If you're lucky, it would be any of these sexy paternal types:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Atticus Finch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3eg33hjFr1qc1ty7o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3eg33hjFr1qc1ty7o1_400.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 216px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 400px;" /&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;Daddy personified, I'd like to forcibly remove Scout out of this porch scene and replace her with a 43-year old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Pa Ingalls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://workitmom.com/bloggers/singlemomatwork/files/2010/02/6a00e550aee3838834011571f9879e970b-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://workitmom.com/bloggers/singlemomatwork/files/2010/02/6a00e550aee3838834011571f9879e970b-800wi.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 397px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 262px;" /&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;&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've heard rumors that Michael Landon was a bit of a hard-ass grouch in person but on LHOP (as people in the biz call it) he was the all-knowing   and all-understanding Pa Ingalls with plain, good old fashioned advice   meant to shape your life forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mormonfamily.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/christ_and_children_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.mormonfamily.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/christ_and_children_2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 407px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 316px;" /&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;&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;He understands. And he's got really warm hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Max Von Sydow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.007museum.com/Max_von_Sydow_Never.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.007museum.com/Max_von_Sydow_Never.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 427px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 283px;" /&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;&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;Picture says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Donald Sutherland:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3642/3521917201_4ff5f1c8ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3642/3521917201_4ff5f1c8ea.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 225px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 309px;" /&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;I've been crushing on Donald Sutherland since I  was a kid. Once in New York City, a woman walked by Ruby and I, wearing a  t-shirt that simply read "Donald Sutherland." Who wears a shirt with  just an actor's name in iron-on felt letters on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found this strange but somehow, since it was Donald Sutherland, we understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Gandolph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amoeba.com/dynamic-images/blog/Kelly/Gandalf-beard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.amoeba.com/dynamic-images/blog/Kelly/Gandalf-beard.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 403px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 335px;" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magical dads with long beards are sexy and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. My old boyfriend Richard Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TOBu2B_aRqI/AAAAAAAAA_0/h9ir7sxs-WI/s1600/DSCF0031.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TOBu2B_aRqI/AAAAAAAAA_0/h9ir7sxs-WI/s320/DSCF0031.JPG" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ4SQ9tKWsI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/NdTfHUxgQyE/s1600/richardbeth3.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Coach Taylor from Friday Night Lights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/080528/friday-night-lights_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/080528/friday-night-lights_l.jpg" style="float: left; height: 235px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 314px;" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. William Faulkner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ4RufjMsLI/AAAAAAAAA8M/aJTcF1QN8EA/s1600/william_faulkner.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ4RufjMsLI/AAAAAAAAA8M/aJTcF1QN8EA/s1600/william_faulkner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That wacky dad that you always secretly craved. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Nat King Cole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.acdn.us/image/A2066/206623/300_206623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i.acdn.us/image/A2066/206623/300_206623.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 432px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 300px;" /&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;&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;Just the name screams sexy dad type. The voice and kind, easy-going demeanor add to overall paternal bliss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Darth Vadar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/4300000/Darth-Vader-star-wars-4384077-1280-800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/4300000/Darth-Vader-star-wars-4384077-1280-800.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 224px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 358px;" /&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;If you're in the market for an all-around scary bad-ass of a dad. Nobody will be beating you up at school, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Tommy Lee Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imstars.aufeminin.com/stars/fan/tommy-lee-jones/tommy-lee-jones-20040428-1353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://imstars.aufeminin.com/stars/fan/tommy-lee-jones/tommy-lee-jones-20040428-1353.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 321px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 253px;" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stern but fair. Loud but loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. My Dad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TOAvGzvrNuI/AAAAAAAAA_w/uF3eJ9dbO_s/s1600/DSCF0001.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TOAvGzvrNuI/AAAAAAAAA_w/uF3eJ9dbO_s/s320/DSCF0001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. The song "Father Figure":&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AKh3PeRNWyE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AKh3PeRNWyE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to following Open Salon and Facebook folks for contributions and suggestions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby Lawrence, Sandy Schulman, Ralph Riggliadez, Angela Freeman Tiene, Anthony Revelas, Erin Cutili, Karen Reb Rudel,Douglas Mann, Sir Steve Blevins, Bobby Jean Gallagher, Scottie Chapman, Connie Mack, Cherie Siebert, Janet Scheffler, Sheila Smigel and Odette Roulette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Odette Roulette, this bonus father figure is for you, a longtime proponent of the sexiness that was Hugh Beaumont:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ4vbM3HOlI/AAAAAAAAA8U/LSB7TEjxGro/s320/B_ward01.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello, Odette. I'm Hugh Beaumont, your fictional father. Now go to your room. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ4vbM3HOlI/AAAAAAAAA8U/LSB7TEjxGro/s1600/B_ward01.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-1547676141695041783?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/1547676141695041783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=1547676141695041783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/1547676141695041783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/1547676141695041783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/11/15-sexieset-father-figures-of-all-time.html' title='The 15 Sexiest Father Figures of All Time'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3642/3521917201_4ff5f1c8ea_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-1954043001212671624</id><published>2010-04-22T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:53:37.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men you Forgot were Hot</title><content type='html'>The scientists at &lt;a href="http://www.sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Silly Lists of Nothingness &lt;/a&gt;have been plugging tirelessly away at yet another ridiculous list for your review. This week, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=614271850&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Dr. Ruby Lawrence &lt;/a&gt;and Dr. Beth Mann spent nearly two hours in the lab, dissecting photographs of hot men in the name of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we're not talking about your garden variety Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise. This list include hotties you may forgotten - overlooked hotties, if you will -  as well as historical hotties you didn't know existed in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Young Chris Walken - interplanetary hottie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://unrealitymag.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/young-walken.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://unrealitymag.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/young-walken.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 314px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 248px;" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The late, great and undeniably hot Cleavon Little&lt;br /&gt;(one of Dr. Mann's personal faves):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9Xb8--53vI/AAAAAAAAA40/f2QKszDmeEs/s1600/cleavon_little_640x320.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464515563629436658" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9Xb8--53vI/AAAAAAAAA40/f2QKszDmeEs/s320/cleavon_little_640x320.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 159px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /&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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me while I whip this out."&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blazing Saddles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Houdini - magical hottie&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mo0nlight.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/harry-houdini.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://mo0nlight.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/harry-houdini.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 428px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 291px;" /&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;&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;Jesse James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - young, punk-ass hottie&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5EtogMT5I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/8QEnRDgRB_I/s1600/jessejames.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5EtogMT5I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/8QEnRDgRB_I/s320/jessejames.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin Kline&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- classic hottie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9CLnotuMhI/AAAAAAAAA4E/3BtM-crWuDM/s1600/kevin-kline.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463019861060760082" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9CLnotuMhI/AAAAAAAAA4E/3BtM-crWuDM/s320/kevin-kline.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 234px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 305px;" /&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;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord Byron - poetic hottie&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://potpourriexpress.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/lordbyron.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://potpourriexpress.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/lordbyron.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 364px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 300px;" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirk Douglas (Dr. Lawrence made me put him on the list):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9S37lAuazI/AAAAAAAAA4c/FNnGFnyczNk/s1600/spartacus_1960_reference.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464194482082573106" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9S37lAuazI/AAAAAAAAA4c/FNnGFnyczNk/s320/spartacus_1960_reference.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 213px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robert Powell as Jesus - this man &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/manchester/content/images/2007/02/12/powell_200x300.jpg"&gt;still looks amazing&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9i7e-qlXwI/AAAAAAAAA5E/TQTGGAz9oIE/s1600/47392_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465324288706174722" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9i7e-qlXwI/AAAAAAAAA5E/TQTGGAz9oIE/s320/47392_1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 214px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 285px;" /&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan Hale - still rocking it, even in bronze&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9B39CGlphI/AAAAAAAAA28/LhfhsS-zc8E/s1600/nathan-hale-1-torso.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462998238420641298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9B39CGlphI/AAAAAAAAA28/LhfhsS-zc8E/s320/nathan-hale-1-torso.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 240px;" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I only regret that I have but one life to lose&lt;br /&gt;for my country."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Larroquette - cozy hottie&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9CJu8ozS6I/AAAAAAAAA30/MlDv9yqLy9o/s1600/John_larroquette_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463017787644660642" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9CJu8ozS6I/AAAAAAAAA30/MlDv9yqLy9o/s320/John_larroquette_1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 259px;" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chuck Woolery:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9oIyOg_GGI/AAAAAAAAA5U/o61kIp_FXi8/s1600/chuckwoolery.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465690756750448738" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9oIyOg_GGI/AAAAAAAAA5U/o61kIp_FXi8/s320/chuckwoolery.jpeg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 210px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 290px;" /&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frank Langella as Dracula (maybe not the best&lt;br /&gt;Dracula, but the hottest)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uflib.ufl.edu/spec/belknap/Draculas.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.uflib.ufl.edu/spec/belknap/Draculas.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 356px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 279px;" /&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;&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;Larry Hagman, the early days - steely-eyed hottie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9CCtOQh3_I/AAAAAAAAA3c/80xhqp1WMRE/s1600/mainlarry.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463010061433561074" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9CCtOQh3_I/AAAAAAAAA3c/80xhqp1WMRE/s320/mainlarry.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 188px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Franz Schubert, pre-pudge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9CHYXsMuaI/AAAAAAAAA3s/oADwG2XFLDA/s1600/Franz%2BSchubert.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463015200746420642" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9CHYXsMuaI/AAAAAAAAA3s/oADwG2XFLDA/s320/Franz%2BSchubert.png" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 242px;" /&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;&lt;span id="formatbar_Buttons" style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;span class="on" id="formatbar_Bold" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseup="" style="display: block;" title="Bold"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bold" border="0" class="gl_bold" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malcolm X - with a name like that, you have to be a little hot:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9CFOgvoDaI/AAAAAAAAA3k/KWrpgzOXR8o/s1600/malcolm_x.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463012832354766242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9CFOgvoDaI/AAAAAAAAA3k/KWrpgzOXR8o/s320/malcolm_x.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 218px;" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oscar Wilde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9B8fLKkzVI/AAAAAAAAA3U/G6IyFsv0xzg/s1600/oscar-wilde.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463003223015345490" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9B8fLKkzVI/AAAAAAAAA3U/G6IyFsv0xzg/s320/oscar-wilde.jpeg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 300px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 300px;" /&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;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It is better to be beautiful than to be good.&lt;br /&gt;But... it is better to be good than to be ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yul Brenner&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9B4ITiFfYI/AAAAAAAAA3E/XIlSicYMcRA/s1600/brynner.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462998432077938050" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9B4ITiFfYI/AAAAAAAAA3E/XIlSicYMcRA/s320/brynner.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 247px;" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The historically unimportant but undeniably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot Colonel George Coussmaker. (Who?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs019.snc3/12642_1266802151441_1271422964_30774537_2186642_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs019.snc3/12642_1266802151441_1271422964_30774537_2186642_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 368px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 233px;" /&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;&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;John Cassavetes - old-school New York style hottie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zj2KakUZYyE/SYINaamlvVI/AAAAAAAACEU/BCUu9iTPLoE/s400/John+Cassavetes+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zj2KakUZYyE/SYINaamlvVI/AAAAAAAACEU/BCUu9iTPLoE/s400/John+Cassavetes+2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 322px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 250px;" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9bzqW3wtmI/AAAAAAAAA48/wnlvqtQXs-4/s1600/Film_250w_Cassavetes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464823106880190050" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9bzqW3wtmI/AAAAAAAAA48/wnlvqtQXs-4/s320/Film_250w_Cassavetes.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 180px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;Louis XIV - pre-syphilis, sporting an early&lt;br /&gt;heavy metal look...literally:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://trendliest.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/louis-xiv-lebrunl.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://trendliest.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/louis-xiv-lebrunl.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 337px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 282px;" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Telly Savalas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.smh.com.au/lifestyle/allmenareliars/Telly%20Savalas.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://blogs.smh.com.au/lifestyle/allmenareliars/Telly%20Savalas.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 450px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 294px;" /&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;Tyrone Power, later years&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allposters.com/IMAGES/MMPH/214516.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.allposters.com/IMAGES/MMPH/214516.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 307px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 246px;" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alexander Hamilton on the $10 bill - monetary hottie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/49/US10dollarbill-Series_2004A.jpg/800px-US10dollarbill-Series_2004A.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/49/US10dollarbill-Series_2004A.jpg/800px-US10dollarbill-Series_2004A.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 173px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 411px;" /&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;Donald Sutherland:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9oIdZg73gI/AAAAAAAAA5M/H_qTW1JtFH8/s1600/Donald+Sutherland.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465690398925774338" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9oIdZg73gI/AAAAAAAAA5M/H_qTW1JtFH8/s320/Donald+Sutherland.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 256px;" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malcolm McDowell&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://verdoux.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/malcolm-mcdowell.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://verdoux.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/malcolm-mcdowell.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 263px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 257px;" /&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;&lt;a href="http://www.dreadcentral.com/img/news/may08/7ds7b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.dreadcentral.com/img/news/may08/7ds7b.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 206px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 345px;" /&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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;above&lt;/span&gt; one of the sexiest pictures taken of an actor ever, in&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Mann's opinion.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Old Spice Guy - for overall hotness and comic timing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="440"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/owGykVbfgUE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/owGykVbfgUE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://open.salon.com/blog/susanmihalic"&gt;Susan Mihalic&lt;/a&gt; and FB's &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#%21/group.php?gid=2204662972&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Historical Hotties&lt;/a&gt; for input!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data2.collectionscanada.gc.ca/e/e031/e000761939.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://data2.collectionscanada.gc.ca/e/e031/e000761939.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 328px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 315px;" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Mann and Dr. Lawrence, busy at work. Shhh...they're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trying to concentrate.&lt;/span&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/234062300591006933-1954043001212671624?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/1954043001212671624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=1954043001212671624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/1954043001212671624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/1954043001212671624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/04/men-you-forgot-were-hot-still-in.html' title='Men you Forgot were Hot'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S9Xb8--53vI/AAAAAAAAA40/f2QKszDmeEs/s72-c/cleavon_little_640x320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-643733166301371858</id><published>2010-01-23T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T19:45:49.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crimes Against Rock - Part 1</title><content type='html'>I recently received a professional invitation by the staff at the Rock and Roll Hall of Shame and Open Salon's &lt;a href="http://open.salon.com/blog/mjwycha"&gt;MJWycha&lt;/a&gt; to partake in their latest list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent long and hazardous hours exposed to tunes that are considered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crimes committed against rock&lt;/span&gt;. This includes good bands gone band and bad bands that got...badder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many rock and roll trainwrecks we uncovered that we needed to come up with TWO lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.salon.com/blog/mjwycha"&gt;Check out MJWycha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.salon.com/blog/mjwycha"&gt;'s Crime Against Rock - Part 2 when you're done.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dg5gqbmj_138drcs2dfx_b"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 140px;" src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dg5gqbmj_138drcs2dfx_b" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S1uDSsQAAnI/AAAAAAAAAyM/BUBIvyN6EiY/s1600-h/DSCF0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S1uDSsQAAnI/AAAAAAAAAyM/BUBIvyN6EiY/s200/DSCF0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430078132864418418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MJ listens to musical crimes, shocked and aghast, while &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                                                                                Beth contemplates rock and roll justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;COURT IS NOW IN SESSION!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;CRIME: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Working for the Weekend&lt;/span&gt; – Loverboy&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: Hung Jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dg5gqbmj_124cbhpxshj_b"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 163px;" src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dg5gqbmj_124cbhpxshj_b" alt="" border="0" /&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;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.edublogs.tv/addons/audio/player/player.swf" quality="high" name="mp3player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="width=290&amp;amp;height=24&amp;amp;autostart=no;bg=0x000000&amp;amp;leftbg=0xFFBF00&amp;amp;border=0xFFBF00&amp;amp;text=0x333333&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.edublogs.tv/uploads/audio/rzTEM5pYKOWpNDITJZ3N.mp3" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Loverboy - Turn me Loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beth:&lt;/span&gt; Loverboy gets a bad rap and I’m never quite sure why. Sure, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Working for the Weekend&lt;/span&gt; kinda sucks. But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turn me Loose&lt;/span&gt; is a solid tune with a classic rock opening and showcases Reno’s very impressive voice and range. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When it’s Over&lt;/span&gt; – good tune. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Kid is Hot Tonite &lt;/span&gt;- same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;It’s the outfits that are clouding your decision, MJ. While I’m focusing on the band, you’re focusing on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;head&lt;/span&gt;band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MJ:&lt;/span&gt; This song is a hideous crime for sure, but actually liking this douchey band is an even bigger crime- therefore it is my esteemed colleague, Ms. Mann, who is truly guilty. GUILTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;***GAVEL SLAMS. QUIET! QUIET IN THE COURTROOM***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRIME: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Muskrat Love&lt;/span&gt;—America&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERDICT: Guilty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dg5gqbmj_102dqcv8chc_b"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 176px;" src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dg5gqbmj_102dqcv8chc_b" alt="" border="0" /&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(This should never be the inspiration for a love song.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MJ:&lt;/span&gt; Right here was the moment when the 70’s Alan Alda “sensitive man” thing went too far. Anthropomorphism run amok, like some nightmarish Disney pornography:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;"And now he's ticklin' her fancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubbin' her toes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muzzle to muzzle&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;ow anything goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;As they wriggle&lt;br /&gt;and Sue starts to giggle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Egads. Lay off the ‘shrooms dudes. It’s wasn’t love and romance you saw on that canoe trip. It was muskrats fucking in a lake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; In full agreement. And I like America. They had some beautiful tunes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KnhKcCwZwl8"&gt;Ventura Highway, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;for instance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;What's that movement called where people dress up as animals and go to conventions? The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.boingboing.net/images/_images_front_picture_library_UK_dir_34_bizarre_magazine_17143_7.jpg"&gt;Furry Movement,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; I think it's called. It's actually quite big...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.thezipbook.com/The%20Zip%20Book/clip%20art%20for%20the%20book/photos/anthrocon%20311.jpg"&gt;and strange.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Well, I think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Muskrat Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; started it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRIME: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hip to Be Square&lt;/span&gt;—Huey Lewis and the News&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERDICT: Guilty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dg5gqbmj_104c82844gq_b"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 285px;" src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dg5gqbmj_104c82844gq_b" alt="" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beth:&lt;/span&gt; No, it's not. It's hip &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for them &lt;/span&gt;to be square, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in their own heads.&lt;/span&gt; They are just trying to justify their total lack of coolness with this teeth-grating tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I have it out for Huey Lewis. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U_HaoZ73wWg"&gt;That duet he did with Gwyneth Paltrow&lt;/a&gt; is what they play in the depths of Hell, I'm sure. Huey Lewis was meant to play golf and sip Scotch at some country club, not play rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MJ:&lt;/span&gt; This is quite possibly the most unrock n roll song ever. Mr. Lewis sings to the glory of exercising, eating right, and getting a haircut. Excuse me while I tie my hair in a ponytail, eat a cheeseburger, chain smoke and drink Jager 'til I puke away the memory of this lame-ass song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;CRIME: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We Built This City&lt;/span&gt; - Starship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;VERDICT: Guilty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dg5gqbmj_1325dvmwmcf_b"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 266px;" src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dg5gqbmj_1325dvmwmcf_b" alt="" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MJ:&lt;/span&gt; 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This is an example of what happens when the most talented members of a band leave. Actually everyone left. Except Slick. Oh, Grace what happened?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; At least Hot Tuna rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beth:&lt;/span&gt; Well, I must concur with the honorable MJ. This song is considered a classic Crime Against Rock. Who am I to question the ways of so many others before me who consider this one of the worst songs ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRIME: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sussudio&lt;/span&gt; - Phil Collins&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERDICT: Hung Jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dct754kk_955j38r3c6_b"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 267px;" src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dct754kk_955j38r3c6_b" alt="" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MJ:&lt;/span&gt; A lot of intelligent people seem to like Phil Collins. A lot of intelligent people conveniently pretend this song never happened. Bottom line: Phil Collin's fans have major denial issues. And what exactly is a Sussudio anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beth:&lt;/span&gt; Sussudio sucks. T-shirts should be made. And unfortunately, I think this song did some damage to Phil Collins and his reputation. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And that's what I object to!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MURMERS, MURMERS&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil Collins is one of the best musicians of our time. (And don't make the Peter Gabriel comparison - apples and oranges, my friend.) His work can seem too poppy to many but that shouldn't take away from his bold and bright sound. He sings from the heart too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes. He's just made some critical musical missteps. Oy, and that Disney crap. Okay, okay...I agree. GUILTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;CRIME: Elton John - Since the 80s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;VERDICT: Hung Jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gurdjieffbooks.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/elton_john_portrait_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 302px;" src="http://gurdjieffbooks.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/elton_john_portrait_sm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beth:&lt;/span&gt; Well, it's hard for me to talk smack about Elton. He's one of my favorite artists of all time. And he had some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;semi&lt;/span&gt;-decent tunes in the 80's such as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Empty Garden&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mama Can't Buy you Love&lt;/span&gt;  - not like his early days though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happens that makes these really talented guys go down such a lame-o route as they get older. Makes me want to do another list, entitled "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Only Seven Musical Artists that Didn't Suck as They Got Older&lt;/span&gt;". (And no, MJ - it would NOT include Dylan, especially after the Christmas album debacle. A dying Kermit the Frog could outsing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MJ:&lt;/span&gt; He wondered why they called it the blues. Sigh. Only a guy as lilly-white as Elton John would ruminate on the nature of the blues in a song approximating the same relationship to the blues as a Celene Dion song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;CRIME: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Werewolves of London&lt;/span&gt; - Warren Zevon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;VERDICT: Hung Jury &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dg5gqbmj_108cq34vmch_b"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 353px;" src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dg5gqbmj_108cq34vmch_b" alt="" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MJ: &lt;/span&gt;I strenuously disagree with my esteemed colleague. No one talks ill of the Zevon around me. "Aaahhooooooo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beth: &lt;/span&gt;This song makes me just about as uneasy as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Girl from Ipanema&lt;/span&gt; (because I always think there's a creepy, breathy pervert nearby.) Call me crazy, but I like my songs howl-free. Maybe he should go to one of those Furry Conventions...oh, he can't. Cuz he's dead. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MJ:&lt;/span&gt; Objection! I'd like that last comment struck from the record!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRIME: Flash Gordon Theme - Queen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERDICT: Hung Jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dg5gqbmj_1364gc74sfb_b"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 308px;" src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dg5gqbmj_1364gc74sfb_b" alt="" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MJ:&lt;/span&gt; This soundtrack (and the accompanying movie) is the equivalent of an 8-ball: cheap, a hell of a lot of fun but not good for you at all. Oh, and it's also against the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beth:&lt;/span&gt; Not sure where you procure these "cheap"8-balls (perhaps we should talk after court?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind the soundtrack and don't consider this a crime at all. Listen to it loudly and I'm sure you'll be impressed by the awesome production value. It's also a fun song. They know they're creating a larger-than-life superhero tune. It's supposed to kitschy and over-the-top. Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Radio Ga-ga&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Body Language&lt;/span&gt;...well, that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://open.salon.com/blog/mjwycha"&gt;MJWycha's Crimes Against Rock, Part Deux &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for more headbangers (and not in that cool, rock and roll sort of way.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sA3rJXV4R4E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sA3rJXV4R4E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Phil Collins sucking.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/krA-MArKly4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/krA-MArKly4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Phil Collins sucking again with Eric Clapton)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MS4_Z84-rRE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MS4_Z84-rRE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Queen being cool with being uncool.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PUC8j8Qg0OA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PUC8j8Qg0OA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Elton when he was king.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z48Y0sQzxxs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z48Y0sQzxxs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Al Pacino thinks you're out of order! This whole damn court is out of order!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-643733166301371858?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/643733166301371858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=643733166301371858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/643733166301371858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/643733166301371858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/01/crimes-against-rock-part-1.html' title='Crimes Against Rock - Part 1'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S1uDSsQAAnI/AAAAAAAAAyM/BUBIvyN6EiY/s72-c/DSCF0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-6456276996956994266</id><published>2009-12-10T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:43:13.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Expressions that make you go WTF?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WITH NEW ADDITIONS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.joemunzer.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/confused-chimp-chimpanzee-monkey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 385px;" src="http://www.joemunzer.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/confused-chimp-chimpanzee-monkey1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next installation of &lt;a href="http://www.sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Silly Lists of Nothingness&lt;/a&gt; includes perplexing phrases that never really made sense. Sure, they probably stem from the Middle Ages &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or whatever &lt;/span&gt;- but the point is, we're still baffled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, we don't want any explanations, thank you. We prefer to remain in the dark (an expression we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; understand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eat your heart out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A little over the top in the gore department, wouldn't you say?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can call me anything but don't call me late for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span italic="" class="gl_italic" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I've been mulling over this one for decades - still drawing a blank.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Revenge is a dish best served cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(But it's not a dish. It's revenge. It's not meatloaf.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shiver me timbers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confounding on several levels&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's bury the hatchet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where? And why has an argument gotten so bad that hatchets are involved?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That sets my teeth on edge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Humanly impossible. And just strange.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Losing my religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only decent REM song, at least&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What? What bird? What hand? What bush? Why?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He bought the farm and other expressions about dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These include "Kicking the bucket" and "Biting the dust."&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go fly a kite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess this is a very lite version of "Go f&amp;amp;%k yourself."&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tripping the light fantastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of my favorite expressions! It sounds magical. But I have no clue what it means.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll show you what for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please do.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By the skin of my teeth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perplexing...and a little gross.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Living high on the hog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sure, I've experimented with my share of drugs but...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snug as a bug in a rug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ew.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep your nose clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can see this expression working with dogs, perhaps. Or coke addicts.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a bone to pick with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What are we, vultures?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy as a clam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though actually, I'm not one to debate the contentment level of a mollusk so who knows? Do they not laugh in their own special way? Do they not feel pain?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warms the cockles of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's the aorta, ventricles, an atrium or two...no cockles. No warmed cockles.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can't have your cake and eat it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why not? Stop with the head games, already! It's cake.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll be a monkey's uncle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No you won't.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ollie, ollie oxen free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't even know what to say about this one - but I'm glad the oxen are free, at least.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please feel free to send us your strangest expressions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/profile.php?id=627097888&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Laura &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/profile.php?id=614271850&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Ruby  &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://open.salon.com/blog/gracielou"&gt;Gracielou&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://open.salon.com/blog/dennis_knight"&gt;Dennis&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://open.salon.com/blog/fishing_fool"&gt;Fishing Fool  &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://open.salon.com/blog/lonnie_lazar"&gt;Lonnie Lazar&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://open.salon.com/blog/littlewillie"&gt;Little Willie &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://open.salon.com/blog/pierre_raul"&gt;Pierre Raul &lt;/a&gt;and other OS members for their contributions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-6456276996956994266?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/6456276996956994266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=6456276996956994266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/6456276996956994266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/6456276996956994266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2009/12/strange-expressions-that-make-you-go.html' title='Strange Expressions that make you go WTF?'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-1969105857830413245</id><published>2009-11-15T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T08:15:43.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Things that are Wonderfully Awful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/Sy0qRpUiIkI/AAAAAAAAAxY/x66BMWZwtCo/s1600-h/syrup.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/Sy0qRpUiIkI/AAAAAAAAAxY/x66BMWZwtCo/s320/syrup.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417032409434694210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You love it, you hate it. You love it and hate it at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;1. Arugula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;2. Cough Syrup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;3. Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.thecubsbrickyard.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/michael-phelps-funyuns.jpg"&gt;Funions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;5. The Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;6. Public Access Television&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;7. Cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;8. Watching Someone Slip &amp;amp; Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;9. Being Tickled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;10. Bill Clinton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;11. Scotch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;12. Lifetime Movie Events&lt;br /&gt;13. Splinter Removal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;14. Wasabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;15. GYN Exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some &lt;a href="http://www.opensalon.com"&gt;Open Salon&lt;/a&gt; Additions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Listerine (thanks &lt;a href="http://open.salon.com/blog/meander61"&gt;Meander61&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;17. Itches and Accompanying Scratch (&lt;a href="http://open.salon.com/blog/lea_lane"&gt;Ms. Lea Lane&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;18. Kids (by &lt;a href="http://open.salon.com/blog/1_irritated_mother"&gt;1_Irritated_Mother&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;List compiled by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://open.salon.com/blog/beth_mann"&gt;Dr. Beth Mann&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/profile.php?id=614271850&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Dame Ruby Lawrence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/234062300591006933-1969105857830413245?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/1969105857830413245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=1969105857830413245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/1969105857830413245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/1969105857830413245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-that-are-wonderfully-awful.html' title='18 Things that are Wonderfully Awful'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/Sy0qRpUiIkI/AAAAAAAAAxY/x66BMWZwtCo/s72-c/syrup.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-6226076090901710296</id><published>2009-10-31T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T06:39:38.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trent reznor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mick jagger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elvis presley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jared leto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prince'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hottest men in rock and roll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexiest men in rock and roll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jim morrison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock and roll'/><title type='text'>The Sexiest Men in Rock &amp; Roll - A Scientific Study</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SvccHDm0FkI/AAAAAAAAAwU/zNLk7LXjrCM/s1600-h/jim-morrison-hot.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SvccHDm0FkI/AAAAAAAAAwU/zNLk7LXjrCM/s320/jim-morrison-hot.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401817185606964802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You want this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.edublogs.tv/addons/audio/player/player.swf" quality="high" width="290" height="24" name="mp3player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="width=290&amp;height=24&amp;autostart=yes&amp;bg=0x000000&amp;leftbg=0xFFBF00&amp;border=0xFFBF00&amp;text=0x333333&amp;soundFile=http://www.edublogs.tv/uploads/audio/wr23EAm2vYMDcwCdOh4X.mp3"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; Some think sexiness is in the eye of the beholder. But is it? Here at Silly Lists of Nothingness, we say its an exacting science that can be proved in labs with women in white coats using complex formulas that are beyond you, so don't worry pretty little head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a case of "I think he's hot" as much as this guy is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; hot - like, scientifically&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; These guys work it and they own it. We also threw in a few hot rock stars that are non-traditionally sexy but &lt;span&gt;radiate that sexy vibe&lt;/span&gt;, which means there's hope for us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the criteria which lead us to our findings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They ooze sexiness. They know they're sexy and show it off.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They're cocky, sometimes literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They look good in tight pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They look good in tight pants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Top Ten Hottest Men in Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Jim Morrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://themusicsover.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/jimmorrison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 278px;" src="http://themusicsover.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/jimmorrison.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;Topping our list is the Lizard King himself. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jim Morrison &lt;/span&gt;stands heads and shoulders above the rest, according to our esteemed panel. In fact, he sets the standard for the rest of the list. The man oozes sexiness, from his leather pants to his pouty lips.  He even passes out on stage sexy. Not everyone can pull that off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PECk9A-07Pw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Early Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/381/stingbn2kx6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 480px;" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/381/stingbn2kx6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SvcsJ7m3vVI/AAAAAAAAAwk/s1YEAmQpbXk/s1600-h/sting-looking-hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SvcsJ7m3vVI/AAAAAAAAAwk/s1YEAmQpbXk/s320/sting-looking-hot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401834827185372498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Young Sting was a HOTTIE. Tantric sex Sting of today is a little too rich and self-involved, not like the lean and hungry Sting of yesteryear. Just the video for &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXU8kCrRHJY"&gt;"Don't Stand so Close to Me"&lt;/a&gt; alone created lifelong English teacher fantasies for women worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; Jared Leto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pictures.leto30stm.com/cooperminepics/cpg1413/albums/userpics/10001/leto177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://pictures.leto30stm.com/cooperminepics/cpg1413/albums/userpics/10001/leto177.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pictures.leto30stm.com/cooperminepics/cpg1413/albums/userpics/10001/normal_leto75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="http://pictures.leto30stm.com/cooperminepics/cpg1413/albums/userpics/10001/normal_leto75.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Big ego, maybe...but I'm smoking. Just try to deny me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Michael Hutchence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; of INXS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TKcnNi8CG_A/R0gay8Kk6CI/AAAAAAAABPc/tvHYDhwSR4g/s400/Michael_Hutchence_1987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 370px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TKcnNi8CG_A/R0gay8Kk6CI/AAAAAAAABPc/tvHYDhwSR4g/s400/Michael_Hutchence_1987.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lauralevine.com/photography/gallery/large/hutchence1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 504px;" src="http://lauralevine.com/photography/gallery/large/hutchence1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"I'm feeling cocky....can't you tell?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Rod Stewart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Early Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/09_04/ronrod72L2909_468x521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 378px;" src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/09_04/ronrod72L2909_468x521.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78JDmf4UuZA/SMR3N-qbTcI/AAAAAAAAABY/g2HupV89jqk/s400/Rod+Stewart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78JDmf4UuZA/SMR3N-qbTcI/AAAAAAAAABY/g2HupV89jqk/s400/Rod+Stewart1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"I plan on fucking a lot. I mean, a lot, a lot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Trent Reznor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nndb.com/people/534/000025459/trent-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 272px;" src="http://www.nndb.com/people/534/000025459/trent-sm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/2225981/Trent+Reznor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 428px;" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/2225981/Trent+Reznor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"I want to fuck you like an animal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, I'm sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Mick Jagger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thenewnixon.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/mick_voxpop-287x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 300px;" src="http://thenewnixon.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/mick_voxpop-287x300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/071109/frontmen/mcjagger_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/071109/frontmen/mcjagger_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Please...this list was invented for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;8. Robert Plant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.herbgreenefoto.com/gallery/led_zepplin/plant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 447px;" src="http://www.herbgreenefoto.com/gallery/led_zepplin/plant.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pyzeppelin.free.fr/photos/plant/rob77_live5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 480px;" src="http://pyzeppelin.free.fr/photos/plant/rob77_live5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Yeah, right, Jagger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;9. Elvis Presley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.elvispresleymusic.com.au/pictures/img/elvis/50s/ed_sullivan/elvis_ed_sullivan4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 453px;" src="http://www.elvispresleymusic.com.au/pictures/img/elvis/50s/ed_sullivan/elvis_ed_sullivan4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisrecording.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/elvis_presley_dead_0815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://thisrecording.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/elvis_presley_dead_0815.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Easy, boys. I clearly started the whole thing."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;10. Billy Squier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://moogie.info/music/cd/BillySquier-DontSayNo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 355px;" src="http://moogie.info/music/cd/BillySquier-DontSayNo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.artistwd.com/joyzine/music/squier/squier_billy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 252px;" src="http://www.artistwd.com/joyzine/music/squier/squier_billy2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stroke me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;11. Freddie Mercury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://amira.wells-school.com/blogs/files//var/www/blogs/wp-content/blogs.dir/32/files/2009/09/Freddie_Mercury_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 402px;" src="http://amira.wells-school.com/blogs/files//var/www/blogs/wp-content/blogs.dir/32/files/2009/09/Freddie_Mercury_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ultrapdx.com/zero/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/freddie-mercury.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 414px;" src="http://www.ultrapdx.com/zero/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/freddie-mercury.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm non-traditionally sexy but I got "it" in spades."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;12. Chris Cornell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://trade.spinmusic.org/cornell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 402px;" src="http://trade.spinmusic.org/cornell.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"I don't know why I'm here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cornell wasn't going to make the list but as our team of scientists reviewed more photos, it was decided amongst our team that he would "not be thrown out of bed for eating crackers" as Dr. Lanci put it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Bold" title="Bold" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Bold" class="gl_bold" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SvcmJu4RncI/AAAAAAAAAwc/1FH-CEN6cB8/s1600-h/prince_starpulse-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SvcmJu4RncI/AAAAAAAAAwc/1FH-CEN6cB8/s320/prince_starpulse-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401828226698943938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Bitch please. I should be number one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;David Lee Roth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thefeedlot.org/vikingyouth/News/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/david-lee-roth-assless-chaps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 243px;" src="http://www.thefeedlot.org/vikingyouth/News/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/david-lee-roth-assless-chaps.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Need I say more?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The People You'll Say Should Have Made the List and Why They Didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;scientifically:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Bowie&lt;/span&gt; - While he is elegant, stylish and charming, he isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt; per se. He's got a little bit of an alien element to him as well which isn't sexy, at least on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jon Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt; - First off, we did say "rock." And Jon Bon Jovi is good-looking - no doubt. But not sexy. He's kinda cookie cutter good-looking, like a Ken doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeff Buckley&lt;/span&gt; - He's a little too poetic and sad to be "rock out with his cock out," as Dr. Lawrence so aptly put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kurt Cobain&lt;/span&gt; - Raw beauty indeed - but too damaged to be sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skidrow's Sebastian Bach&lt;/span&gt; - A little too pretty for his own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris Isaak &lt;/span&gt;- Good-looking in a 50's sort of way, but not sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Bruce Springsteen &lt;/span&gt;- Earthy, gritty...but not sexy. (Though the album cover with his ass on it is a step in the right direction.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steven Tyler&lt;/span&gt; - Sequestered to this list due to poor online imagery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SvbUQM3LQ8I/AAAAAAAAAwM/A8h97ciPaFE/s1600-h/steven-tyler-cream-magazine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SvbUQM3LQ8I/AAAAAAAAAwM/A8h97ciPaFE/s320/steven-tyler-cream-magazine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401738177873134530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This isn't fair."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks to my esteemed colleagues, &lt;a href="http://www.hotbutteredmedia.com/"&gt;Dr. Beth Mann&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Ruby-Lawrence/614271850#/profile.php?id=614271850&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt; Dr. Ruby Lawrence&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1317009727&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Dr. April Lanci-Leseur&lt;/a&gt;, whose level of professionalism is remarkable and most importantly, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scientific&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SvcvUfs5WRI/AAAAAAAAAws/lfpW390kfmQ/s1600-h/beth-mann-ruby-lawrence-april-lanci.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SvcvUfs5WRI/AAAAAAAAAws/lfpW390kfmQ/s200/beth-mann-ruby-lawrence-april-lanci.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401838307207895314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leave the science to us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And Candy, you're always number one on my list.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-6226076090901710296?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/6226076090901710296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=6226076090901710296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/6226076090901710296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/6226076090901710296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2009/10/top-ten-sexiest-men-in-rock.html' title='The Sexiest Men in Rock &amp; Roll - A Scientific Study'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SvccHDm0FkI/AAAAAAAAAwU/zNLk7LXjrCM/s72-c/jim-morrison-hot.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-7251242205651119789</id><published>2009-10-22T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T07:24:35.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous Fights that Never Happened - Sinatra versus Cash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Two celebrities face-off in an imaginary fight.&lt;br /&gt;2. Both are in their prime.&lt;br /&gt;3. No weapons can be used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Let's start the match, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;In this corner, standing at 5'8, is Frank Sinatra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/St5YDqWv2KI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Wybb90wIMAU/s1600-h/sinatra2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/St5YDqWv2KI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Wybb90wIMAU/s400/sinatra2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394846223568984226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Points in Sinatra's Favor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sinatra was expelled from high school at 15 for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rowdiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;His father, Martin, was an illiterate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;former prizefighter &lt;/span&gt;and fireman.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frank's dying words were "I'm losing" implying that even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;death was as a fight&lt;/span&gt; to him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sinatra has a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;highly unpredictable temper.&lt;/span&gt; According to one source:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Though his temper was excessive, Sinatra was known for going from extremely angry to somewhat amused in a matter of seconds. In one incident he dumped hot coffee on a casino manager named Carl Cohen, who had somehow gotten on the singer's wrong side. Cohen responded by punching Sinatra in the face, knocking out his front teeth. Sinatra than concluded, as he later told a friend, "never fight a Jew in the desert."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For all of his life Sinatra had a very unpredictable temper, often screaming at reporters and getting in fights. In one particularly violent tantrum he ripped a phone out of the wall of his hotel room, broke the windows, and then set it on fire."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sinatra had endurance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Dean and Sammy, they couldn't hang," says Hank Cattaneo, Sinatra's concert production manager for the past 20 years. "They weren't in shape for it. After a half-hour, Dean would say, 'I gotta go to bed,' and then Sammy would say, 'Please, let me go too.' But the old man loved to hang, loved to talk and tell stories."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sinatra's favorite passion was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prizefighting &lt;/span&gt;and was a "close friend" of Tami Mauriello, a heavyweight contender in 1943.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A series of recent &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brawling incidents&lt;/span&gt; had been widely covered in the media on the night in 1957 when Sinatra and some of his Rat Pack pals dropped in on the act of insult comedian Don Rickles at a Hollywood club. Rickles, who spared no one during his act, immediately ad libbed: "Here's Frank Sinatra. Make yourself at home, Frank. Hit somebody." After an awed silence, broken only by a few titters on the floor, Sinatra laughed with gusto and the tension was broken.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Mob Connection&lt;/span&gt; - if Sinatra didn't win the fight, Cash would be swimming with the fishes. You don't disrespect Sinatra by kicking his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Points working &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sinatra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's a crooner and crooners aren't natural fighters. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's dead, making fights a challenge, overall. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In this corner, standing at 6'2 is Johnny Cash:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.cdn.turner.com/trutv/thesmokinggun.com/graphics/packageart/mugshots/jcashmug1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 285px;" src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/trutv/thesmokinggun.com/graphics/packageart/mugshots/jcashmug1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Points working in Cash's Favor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cash may be a little&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cold-blooded&lt;/span&gt; with lyrics like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Johnny had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard times in his blood&lt;/span&gt;: "Johnny Cash was born in rural, south-central Arkansas, on February 26, 1932." Ouch. That's got to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cash was of Scottish descent and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scots can be badasses&lt;/span&gt; occasionally.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cash was Southern and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Southern people like to kick ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cash was high and high people are unpredictable with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drug-induced superhuman strength:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"As his career was taking off in the early 1960s, Cash started drinking heavily and became addicted to amphetamines and barbiturates. For a brief time, he shared an apartment in Nashville with Waylon Jennings, who was heavily addicted to amphetamines. Cash used the uppers to stay awake during tours. Friends joked about his and erratic behavior, many ignoring the warning signs of his worsening drug addiction. In a behind-the-scenes look at The Johnny Cash Show, Cash claims to have "tried every drug there was to try."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cash often said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fuck you to the man&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"In June 1965, his truck caught fire due to an overheated wheel bearing, triggering a forest fire that burned several hundred acres in Los Padres National Forest in California. When the judge asked Cash why he did it, Cash said, "I didn't do it, my truck did, and it's dead, so you can't question it." The fire destroyed 508 acres, burning the foliage off three mountains and killing 49 of the refuge's 53 endangered condors. Cash was unrepentant: "I don't care about your damn yellow buzzards."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;During a live performance of Kris Kristofferson's "Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down", Cash refused to change the lyrics to suit network executives, singing the song with its references to marijuana intact: "On a Sunday morning sidewalk / I'm wishin', Lord, that I was stoned."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Points working &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cash:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's a Pisces and Pisces can be real wusses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He too is dead, which makes fights more of a challenge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He posed like he did time in the slammer but he didn't really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Although Cash carefully cultivated a romantic outlaw image, he never served a prison sentence. Despite landing in jail seven times for misdemeanors, each stay lasted only a single night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the winner is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRANK SINATRA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://weblogs.variety.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/26/sinatra618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 224px;" src="http://weblogs.variety.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/26/sinatra618.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe from extensive research that whilst Cash was bigger and a badass in his own right, Sinatra is ruthless and soulless with brawling in his blood. We also believe that even though no weapons are to be used, Frank would disregard this rule and slice Cash before he knew what hit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tune in next week when our Celebrity Fist Fight includes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steve Perry and Kate Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.creativeloafing.com/dailyloaf/files/2009/02/080604-steve-perry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 129px;" src="http://blogs.creativeloafing.com/dailyloaf/files/2009/02/080604-steve-perry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/275388/Kate+Bush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 177px;" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/275388/Kate+Bush.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/profile.php?id=614271850&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Ms. Ruby Lawrence&lt;/a&gt; for her contributions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-7251242205651119789?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/7251242205651119789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=7251242205651119789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/7251242205651119789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/7251242205651119789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2009/10/famous-fights-that-never-happened.html' title='Famous Fights that Never Happened - Sinatra versus Cash'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/St5YDqWv2KI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Wybb90wIMAU/s72-c/sinatra2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-7018841865486883300</id><published>2009-09-02T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T05:58:06.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24 People Who Look Like they Sound</title><content type='html'>This week's &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/publish-confirmation.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;amp;postID=7018841865486883300&amp;amp;timestamp=1251980662247&amp;amp;javascriptEnabled=true" mce_href="http://www.blogger.com/publish-confirmation.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;amp;postID=7018841865486883300&amp;amp;timestamp=1251980662247&amp;amp;javascriptEnabled=true"&gt;Silly List of Nothingness &lt;/a&gt;is composed of people (and some non-people) who look like they're supposed to. They were named correctly. You look at them and say, "Yep, that sounds about right." &lt;p&gt;Contributions by Ms. Ruby Lawrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Bob Seger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://riff-o-matic.com/riff-a-day/main_street/p_00_sit.jpg" mce_href="http://riff-o-matic.com/riff-a-day/main_street/p_00_sit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://riff-o-matic.com/riff-a-day/main_street/p_00_sit.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 286px;" mce_src="http://riff-o-matic.com/riff-a-day/main_street/p_00_sit.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Margaret Thatcher&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cornerstonegroup.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/maggie-t.jpg" mce_href="http://cornerstonegroup.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/maggie-t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cornerstonegroup.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/maggie-t.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 294px;" mce_src="http://cornerstonegroup.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/maggie-t.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Abraham Lincoln&lt;/b&gt;  (I'm not sure why he's on a 2 seater bike with a scary beaver peaking under his longcoat but regardless, the name "Abraham Lincoln" fits the bill.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.rozeremcheapbuy.com/images/rozerem_abe_lincoln.jpg" mce_href="http://www.rozeremcheapbuy.com/images/rozerem_abe_lincoln.jpg"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rozeremcheapbuy.com/images/rozerem_abe_lincoln.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 238px;" mce_src="http://www.rozeremcheapbuy.com/images/rozerem_abe_lincoln.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Vlad the Impaler&lt;/b&gt; - a practical name that says what it does. Clever! Jack the Ripper, Conan the Barbarian and Ivan the Terrible, hats off to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://caligulaversusnero.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/vlad.jpg" mce_href="http://caligulaversusnero.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/vlad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://caligulaversusnero.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/vlad.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 347px;" mce_src="http://caligulaversusnero.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/vlad.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Julius Caeser &lt;/b&gt;- a heavyweight name for a heavyweight guy. The name says, "I'm not messing around. I'm Julius Caesar damnit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plumsite.com/greekandlatin/images/roman/julius_caesar.jpg" mce_href="http://www.plumsite.com/greekandlatin/images/roman/julius_caesar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.plumsite.com/greekandlatin/images/roman/julius_caesar.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" mce_src="http://www.plumsite.com/greekandlatin/images/roman/julius_caesar.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Monkeys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gSSM01brUHQ/SACMAlGoGkI/AAAAAAAABpA/td5iKwEDiaM/s320/smiling+monkey.jpg" mce_href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gSSM01brUHQ/SACMAlGoGkI/AAAAAAAABpA/td5iKwEDiaM/s320/smiling+monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gSSM01brUHQ/SACMAlGoGkI/AAAAAAAABpA/td5iKwEDiaM/s320/smiling+monkey.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 196px;" mce_src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gSSM01brUHQ/SACMAlGoGkI/AAAAAAAABpA/td5iKwEDiaM/s320/smiling+monkey.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Barbra Streisand&lt;/b&gt; (of course she spells Barbara differently. Of course. Diva.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/96/Barbra_Streisand_1962.jpg" mce_href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/96/Barbra_Streisand_1962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/96/Barbra_Streisand_1962.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 348px;" mce_src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/96/Barbra_Streisand_1962.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Liverwurst &lt;/b&gt;(aka "braunschweiger")&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img src="http://open.salon.com/files/braunschweiger1252183344.jpg" id="cid_313268" alt="braunschweiger" name="blog_post_media" height="202" hspace="5px" width="258" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Maggots&lt;/b&gt; - what else would you call them? "Worms" doesn't quite cut it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.alibaba.com/photo/11046841/Maggot_Worm_Based_Protein_Powder_For_Livestock_Feed.jpg" mce_href="http://img.alibaba.com/photo/11046841/Maggot_Worm_Based_Protein_Powder_For_Livestock_Feed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.alibaba.com/photo/11046841/Maggot_Worm_Based_Protein_Powder_For_Livestock_Feed.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 263px;" mce_src="http://img.alibaba.com/photo/11046841/Maggot_Worm_Based_Protein_Powder_For_Livestock_Feed.jpg" alt="" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Gerard Depardieu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.softpedia.com/images/news2/Gerard-Depardieu-Assaulted-A-Paparazzi-2.jpg" mce_href="http://news.softpedia.com/images/news2/Gerard-Depardieu-Assaulted-A-Paparazzi-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://news.softpedia.com/images/news2/Gerard-Depardieu-Assaulted-A-Paparazzi-2.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 218px;" mce_src="http://news.softpedia.com/images/news2/Gerard-Depardieu-Assaulted-A-Paparazzi-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. The Hell's Angels&lt;/b&gt; (Fuzzy Love Bunnies on Wheels was their second choice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x56/nstedman2007/hells_angels2040.jpg" mce_href="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x56/nstedman2007/hells_angels2040.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SqZR4rphr2I/AAAAAAAAAr0/6LwZcyVtBGk/s1600-h/hell%27s-angels.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SqZR4rphr2I/AAAAAAAAAr0/6LwZcyVtBGk/s200/hell%27s-angels.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379076839172058978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Doris Day&lt;/b&gt; - when she's not sniffing roses, she's huffing glue. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ryabread.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dorisday.jpg" mce_href="http://ryabread.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dorisday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ryabread.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dorisday.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 353px;" mce_src="http://ryabread.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dorisday.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Marlboros&lt;/b&gt; - They ain't no Virginia Slims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cigarettehouse.net/_image/XtMn" mce_href="http://www.cigarettehouse.net/_image/XtMn"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cigarettehouse.net/_image/XtMn" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 215px;" mce_src="http://www.cigarettehouse.net/_image/XtMn" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Winston Churchill&lt;/b&gt; - I know, I know...TWO prime ministers in one list? But when if the name fits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/02_01/churchillDM0302_468x542.jpg" mce_href="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/02_01/churchillDM0302_468x542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/02_01/churchillDM0302_468x542.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 354px;" mce_src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/02_01/churchillDM0302_468x542.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Mars&lt;/b&gt; - an aptly named planet...that's all I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://startswithabang.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/mars_atmosphere.jpg" mce_href="http://startswithabang.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/mars_atmosphere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://startswithabang.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/mars_atmosphere.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 328px;" mce_src="http://startswithabang.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/mars_atmosphere.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. Nute Rockne&lt;/b&gt; - photo says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/img/getty/1/7/2173017.jpg" mce_href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/img/getty/1/7/2173017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/img/getty/1/7/2173017.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 401px;" mce_src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/img/getty/1/7/2173017.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Atilla the Hun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/Sp7968Dlw_I/AAAAAAAAArk/tdtjZg0u-u0/s1600-h/atillathehun.jpeg" mce_href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/Sp7968Dlw_I/AAAAAAAAArk/tdtjZg0u-u0/s1600-h/atillathehun.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/Sp7968Dlw_I/AAAAAAAAArk/tdtjZg0u-u0/s320/atillathehun.jpeg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377014194122376178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" mce_src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/Sp7968Dlw_I/AAAAAAAAArk/tdtjZg0u-u0/s320/atillathehun.jpeg" alt="" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. Lillies of the Valley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hitherandyarn.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/lilies-of-the-valley-escaping-in-the-front-garden.jpg" mce_href="http://hitherandyarn.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/lilies-of-the-valley-escaping-in-the-front-garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hitherandyarn.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/lilies-of-the-valley-escaping-in-the-front-garden.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 276px;" mce_src="http://hitherandyarn.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/lilies-of-the-valley-escaping-in-the-front-garden.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Joey Buttafuoco&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img src="http://open.salon.com/files/joey-buttafuoco1252184591.jpeg" id="cid_313281" alt="joey-buttafuoco" name="blog_post_media" hspace="5px" width="285" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Nellie Oleson&lt;/b&gt; from Little House on the Prairie - one of the best characters to grace television. Nellie Oleson IS Nellie Oleson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://open.salon.com/files/nellie1251986116.jpg" id="cid_310947" mce_src="/files/nellie1251986116.jpg" alt="nellie" hspace="5px" width="285" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/b&gt; (He's no Guy Smiley.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.tfd.com/authors/poe.jpg" mce_href="http://img.tfd.com/authors/poe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.tfd.com/authors/poe.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 288px;" mce_src="http://img.tfd.com/authors/poe.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Ernest Borgnine&lt;/b&gt; (If you've never seen it, watch &lt;i&gt;Marty&lt;/i&gt;, one of the sweetest movies of all time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But Ma, I'm ugly!"&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/Sp_w7zMFRSI/AAAAAAAAArs/zyb63obb5No/s1600-h/ernestborgnine.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/Sp_w7zMFRSI/AAAAAAAAArs/zyb63obb5No/s200/ernestborgnine.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377281390247494946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. Skunks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img src="http://open.salon.com/files/skunk1252413665.jpg" id="cid_315551" alt="skunk" name="blog_post_media" hspace="5px" width="285" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. Pablo Picasso&lt;/b&gt; - well, what did you expect with a name like that? Trouble with a paintbrush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.enquire.org.uk/youngpeople/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/pablo-picasso1.jpg" mce_href="http://www.enquire.org.uk/youngpeople/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/pablo-picasso1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.enquire.org.uk/youngpeople/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/pablo-picasso1.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 340px;" mce_src="http://www.enquire.org.uk/youngpeople/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/pablo-picasso1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-7018841865486883300?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/7018841865486883300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=7018841865486883300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/7018841865486883300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/7018841865486883300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2009/09/people-who-look-like-they-sound.html' title='24 People Who Look Like they Sound'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gSSM01brUHQ/SACMAlGoGkI/AAAAAAAABpA/td5iKwEDiaM/s72-c/smiling+monkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-17109857997136265</id><published>2009-06-11T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:19:53.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The People Who are Talented but Annoying List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SjJbSq8nRZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/tIdGSrqmqZk/s1600-h/vincent-donofrio-beth-mann"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SjJbSq8nRZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/tIdGSrqmqZk/s1600-h/vincent-donofrio-beth-mann" mce_href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SjJbSq8nRZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/tIdGSrqmqZk/s1600-h/vincent-donofrio-beth-mann"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SjJbSq8nRZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/tIdGSrqmqZk/s320/vincent-donofrio-beth-mann" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346436083966494098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 288px;" mce_src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SjJbSq8nRZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/tIdGSrqmqZk/s320/vincent-donofrio-beth-mann" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched Law &amp;amp; Order, Criminal Intent, last night, I thought long and hard about Vincent Donofrio. He's a fine actor. More than fine - he's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; good actor. But he's a little annoying, with his over the top mannerisms and twitchy idiosyncrasies. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I fantasized about directing him in an episode of L &amp;amp; O where I'd eagerly instruct him to bring it down a notch. He wouldn't listen and we'd get into an overblown on-the-set argument. I'd win, even though he'd make me nervous due to his size (he's a kinda big guy) and the volatile temper I imagine him possessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it got me thinking about other performers who are obviously good but seem to grate my nerves a bit. Not just &lt;i&gt;annoying&lt;/i&gt; actors, mind you - there are too many to list. These are&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; annoying but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talented &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;celebs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Some actors are beloved, right? Let's take a...John Ritter or a Matthew Broderick. Just likable people. And talented, no doubt (I loved John Ritter in Sling Blade and Matthew Broderick is a phenomenal actor - one of my faves.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some performers are equally as talented - but just not as likable, for whatever reason:&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Boys:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jeremy Piven &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Richard Dreyfuss&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Vincent D'ononfrio&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Billy Bob Thornton &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Andy Kaufman&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nick Cage&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eminem&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Robin Williams &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mike Myers &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Russel Crow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Moby&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Joaquin Phoenix&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Daniel Day Lewis &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ben Stiller &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jimmy Stewart &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bill Murray &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;John Malkovich &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Kenneth Branagh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Orson Welles&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Prince &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sigmund Freud &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Napoleon &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ralph Fiennes &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Phillip Seymour Hoffman&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jim Carey &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jeffrey Koontz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Girls:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie Griffith/Meg Ryan&lt;/p&gt; Amy Winehouse&lt;p&gt;Reese Witherspoon&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Debra Messing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Celine Dion &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Juliette Lewis&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Greta Garbo &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cynthia Nixon &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Barbra Streisand &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Marie Curie &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Diane Keaton &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tyne Daily &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Vivien Leigh &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Any others?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thanks to the well-paid staff at &lt;a href="http://www.sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/" mce_href="http://www.sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Silly Lists of Nothingness&lt;/a&gt; for their contributions (&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/profile.php?id=614271850" mce_href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/profile.php?id=614271850"&gt;Ruby&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://vsthepomegranate.blogspot.com/" mce_href="http://vsthepomegranate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joe&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.anthonydevito.com/" mce_href="http://www.anthonydevito.com/"&gt;Anthony&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.andrewcalabrese.com/" mce_href="http://www.andrewcalabrese.com/"&gt;Andy&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewPicture&amp;amp;friendID=58328636" mce_href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewPicture&amp;amp;friendID=58328636"&gt;Dea&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thanks to the writers at &lt;a href="http://www.opensalon.com/"&gt;Open Salon&lt;/a&gt; as well. I'll try to update and revise as suggestions come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.salon.com/blog/juliet_waters"&gt;Juliet&lt;/a&gt; suggested Ricky Gervais. He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plays &lt;/span&gt;really annoying people but isn't really annoying. Still its an excuse to post one of my favorite clips of all time:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3nyCIqJP_4s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3nyCIqJP_4s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-17109857997136265?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/17109857997136265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=17109857997136265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/17109857997136265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/17109857997136265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2009/06/people-who-are-talented-but-annoying.html' title='The People Who are Talented but Annoying List'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SjJbSq8nRZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/tIdGSrqmqZk/s72-c/vincent-donofrio-beth-mann' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-5694679860690822860</id><published>2009-05-09T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:46:19.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 People Who Ruined it for Everyone Else</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Pearl Jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie Vedder and Pearl Jam started a movement of self-serious, white guy rock that has been dismal and morose and needlessly melodramatic. Because of Pearl Jam, we’ve been forced to listen to the likes of Creed, Puddle of Mudd, Staind, Three Doors Down and a slew of other slacken-face maudlinites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. John Wayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Wayne’s tough guy, all-American machismo set a "stoicism at all costs" tone for generations. Our fathers and grandfathers emulated him, starting a chain of emotionally constipated men who pride themselves in their ability to restrain, like good little cowboys. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Later Elton John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PkGDrV_2ehI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Elton John&lt;/a&gt; ruined it for  ruined it for &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3VIH11m6QGk"&gt;earlier Elton John&lt;/a&gt;. Later Robert Deniro ruined it for earlier Robert DeNiro and Later Al "Sir Screamsalot" Pacino ruined it for earlier Al Pacino.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. People who say F#$k Too Much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck is a fine, fine word. But it needs to be used judiciously, sparingly, not all willy-nilly. Use it only in times of extreme anger or hair-pulling sex or if you’re &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TROhlThs9qY"&gt;David Mamet&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Britney Spears and Christina Aguilara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears and Christina Aguilara ruined it for sexiness worldwide. They taught a generation of women that being over-the-top tawdry was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; way to go. Their sell-out "sexiness" became amplified to a cartoonish, grotesque proportion, therefore negating its appeal. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=biisHnMIqSM"&gt;Madonna&lt;/a&gt; had way more going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cartoonish sexiness, when you’re bombarded by images of these two, it’s like eating too many cream-filled donuts. Enough already - they’re preternaturally gorgeous. I find it kind of disturbing, frankly. I think they may be aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Mickey Mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil corporate mouse ruined it for the rest of his cool cartoon counterparts (Bugs Bunny, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dWamxEDcqiQ"&gt;Daffy Duck&lt;/a&gt;, The Peanuts gang, Pink Panther.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The song “Stand by your Man”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While not a person, a person &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sang&lt;/span&gt; it and generations of women believed that undying loyalty in the face of blatant betrayal and massively unmet needs showcases their doormat-like stick-to-itiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Oprah Winfrey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her sanctimonious manner and mammoth-sized ego ruined it for the likes of talk show hosts everywhere. Oh for the simplicity and intelligence of Phil Donahue/ She also ruined it for a lot of simple housewives who used to have minds of their own. And maybe somehow indirectly spawned the likes of Tyra Banks, who makes me want to light my hair on fire.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Sarah McLachlin, et. al.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruined it for chick rock in a big way. After her, we had to listen to years of wimpy, weepy, and neutered chick bands with no backbone and no balls. I'm not saying they're all bad per se...they just perpetuated a certain "too softness." Listen to Tori Amos (who is &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; Kate Bush) then listen to Heart (videos below - and yes, I know Heart hit their sucky phase later on.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Geico Lizard, Spuds McKenzie, et. al.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These corporate creatures ruin it for animals worldwide. As do all the people who say, “Our dog thinks he’s human.” “Our dog is like our baby.” No, your dog is an ANIMAL. Don't make them human. Don’t &lt;a href="http://www.waycooldogs.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/cuteoverload_2-monkey_dogs.jpg"&gt;dress&lt;/a&gt; them up, don’t make them sell car insurance or hawk cheap beer. Let them be animals and stop your needy projecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  short, it’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; cute when animals talk – it’s weird and unnatural. (Except for Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck. That’s different...somehow. And Snoopy. Wait. Snoopy didn’t talk. Neither did the Pink Panther. See?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Radio Morning Shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio morning shows have ruined radio. (So has &lt;a href="http://homepages.mty.itesm.mx/gustavol/Fallen.jpg"&gt;Clear Channel&lt;/a&gt; but that’s a whole other entry.) All radio morning shows suck, across the board. All of them except for Howard Stern in his heyday (think what you want about the man but he was ground breaker.) Morning shows have contributed to the destruction of the radio, which is a tragic thing. The spirit of the radio has been dying for a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. The Sopranos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sopranos have ruined it for New Jersey. Now a bunch of wannabes go around, smoking their cigars in their big, fat cars, thinking their sexist, indulgent and tasteless lifestyle is actually cool…and it’s not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Listen to the two-minute intro. 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And perhaps you utter a few yourself. But they're annoying and need to be stopped. This is a campaign. Climb on board or be left to the sharks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the well-paid staff at &lt;a href="http://www.sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Silly Lists of Nothingness&lt;/a&gt; for their contributions (&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/profile.php?id=614271850"&gt;Ruby&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://vsthepomegranate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joe&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.anthonydevito.com/"&gt;Anthony&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.andrewcalabrese.com/"&gt;Andy&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://cli.gs/3zW4Wb"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPECIAL BONUS,&lt;/span&gt; we've also included phrases that even though they are technically annoying, you can still get away with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The 26 or 27 Most Annoying Phrases of All Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smile.&lt;/span&gt;                                    &lt;br /&gt;(Said only to women. What do I look like, your personal wind-up doll?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chill Out.                                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Surefire way to make me want to bite someone's face off.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet!                                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Frat boys invented this and it needs to die a fiery death.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It’s all good.                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's not. It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clearly&lt;/span&gt; not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything happens for a reason.          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, shew. And here I thought it was unadulterated chaos.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don’t go there&lt;/span&gt;.                         &lt;br /&gt;(Don't tell me what to do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's touch base.                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I still say this. But I cut myself when I do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dude…                                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hanging around a bunch of surfers, I hear it constantly. Not your dude. Heard one surfer call his own mother a dude.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can’t (fill in the blank)!                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Said by people with teeny amounts of authority. "You can't sit there." Oh yes, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;. I might not be allowed. But I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;. I can do anything I want. Watch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Could you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (fill in the blank)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Generally said by haughty, passive aggressive women.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No offense but…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No doubt an offense will directly follow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Classy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just like "rock and roll", if you have to say it is, then it isn't so.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refer to above.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorry but (fill in the blank)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry will NEVER go with BUT! Never! One or the other, man, one or the other.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m not going to lie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh well, bully for you. Guess its my effin' lucky day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um, can we talk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cringing just typing that one out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wait till your father gets home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My mother used this on me and it pretty much prematurely aged me a full decade.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Really? Wow, deep.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As in: "I love heroin; my wife, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not so much&lt;/span&gt;.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Due diligence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Up there with "growing your business" and "leveraging.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just kiddding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Said in creepy, sing-songy way. Reply in same manner: "No  you're not cuz it's not funny!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No strings attached - BULLSHIT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So what do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Always annoying when its the first thing out of someone's mouth upon meeting. I like to answer with "Wet myself.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You know what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;should do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("Oh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PRAY&lt;/span&gt; tell! My very survival is dependent on it, I'm sure." Andy and I particularly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; this one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As in "Well I guess your gonna think for yourself instead of following my path of mediocrity.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be honest....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Usually followed by a blatant lie or a REALLY inconsequential personal factoid. "To be honest, I'd never wear a pair of red shoes at all no matter what season it is.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Annoying Phrases You can still Get away with: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smooth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Said in raspy voice while inhaling really strong weed or drinking tequila.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What you talkin’ bout, Willis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Timeless classic. Go ahead. Use it today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You’re not the boss of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Say it to anyone. Especially the boss of you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bitch, please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Like a string of pearls, it goes with anything.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don’t tell me what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Perfect response to “Have a nice day.”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh no you didn’t!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(With accompanying sassy head movement.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiss my big, black ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Big, black ass or not, give it a try. It's funnier sans black ass.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From a horror movie...which one? Said in rapid, whispered, succession when you're angry and can't do anything about your situation.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(Use by itself or "Word to the mother" or "Word to the mother ship" - all serve as urban versions of the dated "Right on, man." Also can be said in place of "Amen" at religious services.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A quick way to dismiss someone almost entirely in one fell swoop.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shut your piehole!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Weird but workable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Takes one to know one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Childish, sure...but it still holds its weight. Also included: "I know you are but what am I?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My ass and your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In response to “Do you have a match?” I like using the inverse of “My face and your ass” for added weird effect.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a square! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From the 50's. Used with finger demonstration. I'm trying to bring this one back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your mother sucks cocks in hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Another timeless classic, thanks to The Exorcist. And it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the Prince of Darkness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Used at formal celebrations when glasses are raised for a toast. Sure to raise an eyebrow or two.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your mother does what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This needs to be said quickly and almost unintelligibly, after someone has said something you didn’t quite understand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suck it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Short and effective.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There. I said it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After declaring your dislike for something insignificant. "I don't like Coldplay. There. I said it.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christ Almighty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Passed on from the generations, this one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For fuck's sake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Short and to the point. Anthony wants to bring this one back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Screw you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Insert full name or "asshole"! We lost "screw" somewhere back in the 70's. Time for resurrection.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not today, Sophia Loren, not today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Insert "asshole" or name of a famous person of the recipient's cultural heritage. i.e. "Not today Sophia Loren, not today." This was yelled by my friend Kimberly at the Italian team during the World Cup.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, pardon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; sarong, Harold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This was yelled to me many years ago by a homeless woman in NYC. She stopped walking, turned around to face me and shouted, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apropos of nothing&lt;/span&gt;, "Well, pardon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; sarong, Harold." It may be one of the most random experiences of my life. Use it in an "Well, excuse me!" fashion.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;josephshahadi@verizon.net&gt;&lt;bethmann11@gmail.com&gt;&lt;rubylawrence72@gmail.com&gt;&lt;him@anthonydevito.com&gt;&lt;angejc@prodigy.net&gt;&lt;bethmann11@gmail.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/bethmann11@gmail.com&gt;&lt;/angejc@prodigy.net&gt;&lt;/him@anthonydevito.com&gt;&lt;/rubylawrence72@gmail.com&gt;&lt;/bethmann11@gmail.com&gt;&lt;/josephshahadi@verizon.net&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-7354133232915992169?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/7354133232915992169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=7354133232915992169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/7354133232915992169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/7354133232915992169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2009/03/25-or-26-most-annoying-phrases-of-all.html' title='The 26 or 27 Most Annoying Phrases of All Time'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-8192510577183049833</id><published>2009-02-25T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:52:29.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 16 Most Overrated Sex Acts of All Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hoboken411.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/crazy-cabbie-caveman-dragging-woman-by-hair-in-hoboken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://hoboken411.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/crazy-cabbie-caveman-dragging-woman-by-hair-in-hoboken.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the long-awaited (by whom?) and much anticipated (oh really?) list of the most overrated sex acts of all time. You know, ideas that really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seemed&lt;/span&gt; good at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to our fine group of contributors and their astute commentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Sex on the Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“It works in the movie but in real life the beach is sandy, the temperature unpredictable, the mosquitoes, the jellyfish, the police…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Even the drink sucks.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Sex in Watery Places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This includes hot tubs, baths and yes, even showers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“There’s a constant power play going on. Who gets to stand under the shower head? For how long? Then there’s that awkward changing of positions.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hot tubs, ew. There’s a bacterial, chlorinated element that just shouldn’t be part of any sexual experience. Besides, lubrication is a good thing, not something you want to wash away.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Porn Style Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Porn sex is the Olympics of sex. Lots of head tosses, loud moans, constant flesh pounding. It’s more of an extreme sport than a sexual act. Getting banged hard and repeatedly can have its high points but limits as well.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Women lose sensation from too much rough sex. Most guys don’t realize that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There should be a sub-category here for girls who have learned how to give head from watching porn. They try to do that head-corkscrew thing...gimme a break.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. One Night Stands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There was a wide array of views on this. Some found one night stands to be quick, easy, carefree and hot. Others found them to be awkward.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Well there’s usually too much booze involved. And weird next morning regret.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is she supposed to stay overnight? I don’t want her to stay overnight. What if she stays overnight?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think it takes a little time to discover someone sexually. It’s kind of a long shot that it will all magically fall into place on the first or only night.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Orgies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Orgies are a total free-for-all and a little too diplomatic for my tastes. You can’t just say, ‘You get your hands off of me. But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, come here.’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There can be hurt feelings, big bellies and overall 70’s pervy weirdness.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They kind of gross me out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who has orgies anymore? Didn’t they fall out of vogue when Rome collapsed?”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Sex Involving Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; “Two great tastes that don’t taste great together.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Some guy poured hot fudge all over me once. It got all over my new sheets, my blankets…I could’ve killed him. I don’t even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; hot fudge, man.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Food can be the sexiest thing ever…but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; the act itself.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Drug Addled Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Drugs make you feel like the Superman of sex. Unfortunately they can also be the kryptonite. It’s like a sexual mirage in a desert…you want it soooo bad, but…you…just…can’t…get…it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Coke makes you think totally unsexy things are sexy. Next thing you know, you’re asking some chick to hit you in the head with a frying pan to get off…gets real weird.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Sex in Tight Quarters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would include cars, bathroom stalls and coffins (when you house-sat for your friend whose family owns a funeral parlor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Sex needs a little breathing room.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just make sure the car doesn’t have a stick shift.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had my first gay experience in a closet...how cliche."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Sex with a Really Hot Person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Really hot people are notoriously lazy in bed. Just ask Nicolai in Paris, who had everybody’s head turning. I was so excited he wanted to be with me but when we finally were in bed together, he assumed this corpse-like position, as if to say, (in French accent) ‘You are lucky to have me. Do what you may! I am sleepy. I am pretty.’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up the need to have sex with a really hot person is how you know you a) are growing up and b) have had enough sex to be able to tell the difference.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Sex involving Clothes Ripping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Every once in a while, this caveman act works. But most of the time, I think, ‘You ass, you just ripped my good shirt. Ass.’”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Sex Involving Video Cameras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; “It’s this little thing I like to call THE INTERNET!”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Sex on a Waterbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A little dated at this point, but man, what a design backfire. The whole raison d’etre for a waterbed was hot sex yet it eluded you at every awkward oceanic turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Tantric Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“This is when white people do a lot of hair stroking and face-cupping. And scented candles. No thanks.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“One guy I was with prided himself on never coming…or circular orgasming or something like that. Cut to 4 in the morning and I said ‘Dude, give it up. There’s a person down here who needs some sleep!’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Sex with a Large Member&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Now this one created a stir. Yes, size does count but the female jury states that width counts more, in the long run. A really large penis limits positions (“Ouch, that hurts. Not that way!”) And bladder infections are never sexy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Sex with a Rock Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Well, there's the height factor. All rock stars are 5 feet tall, tops. It’s a well-known fact. Prince is only 3 foot 7 inches. There’s also the neurotic ego element that comes into play [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see Sex with a Hot Person above.&lt;/span&gt;] Rock stars do make great masturbators, because of their extreme self-involvement. I guess its nice to know you can leave the room in the middle of it all; go make yourself a sandwich, watch TV, whatever. Chances are, you won’t be missed.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Sex with the Legal but Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“I don't really understand old guys with hot young girls (i.e. Hugh Hefner.) It involves a level of denial that I just can't sustain. I always think, "Don't they know how pathetic they look?" It doesn't seem sexy, it just seems sad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t think age matters much. I’ve been with young guys who seem really sexually savvy and much more ‘experienced’ guys who seem clueless. It all comes down to tuning into someone. If you can do that, it doesn’t matter what the age.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-8192510577183049833?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/8192510577183049833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=8192510577183049833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/8192510577183049833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/8192510577183049833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2009/02/16-most-overrated-sex-acts-of-all-time.html' title='The 16 Most Overrated Sex Acts of All Time'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-1566947930999549382</id><published>2008-11-21T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:04:17.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In your Ear, Lenny Kravitz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uvLRy7tM7J4/R9MFHZxud3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ycz-UIMJHa0/s200/African-American+Woman+web+ear+markings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uvLRy7tM7J4/R9MFHZxud3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ycz-UIMJHa0/s200/African-American+Woman+web+ear+markings.jpg" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've had a personal vendetta out for Lenny Kravitz for a long time. First off, he sucks. (except for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It Ain't Over til It's Over&lt;/span&gt;, which is nice ear candy.) His remakes are uninspired and insipid. (Has he done remakes other than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Woman&lt;/span&gt;? I don't know. But I bet they suck too.) His fashion choices are a little much AND he just seems like a big, spoiled baby to me. Perhaps he's perfectly nice, I don't know. I'm just being needlessly judgmental because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can be&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bitch slap of a remake is the Goo Goo Dolls yawner version of Supertramp's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give a Little Bit &lt;/span&gt;but I guess that song is kinda raped over at this point anyway. I mean, what did they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; with it? They just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;covered&lt;/span&gt; it, they didn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;remake&lt;/span&gt; it. And I'm sure they made a fortune from it with little to no musical effort and that makes me mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are a few remakes I consider &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; than the original, though there's a bunch out there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blinded by the Light&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Original:       Bruce Springsteen&lt;br /&gt;Better Remake:  Manfred Mann &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Original:       The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Better Remake:  Elton John&lt;br /&gt;(Stop giving me dirty looks. It's true. Elton John's version suits the song better. He also does a better version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pinball Wizard&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groovy Kind of Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Original:      The Mindbenders&lt;br /&gt;Better Remake: Phil Collins&lt;br /&gt;(Sounds like poppy nonsense to some, but I think its very pretty.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original:      Off By One&lt;br /&gt;Better Remake: Natalie Imbruglia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original: Simon and Garfunkel&lt;br /&gt;Better Remake: Yes (It's such a big song. This version suits the feeling of the song better, I think - big and epic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Say a Little Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original: Dionne Warwick&lt;br /&gt;Better Remake: Aretha Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Old '55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original:       Tom Waites&lt;br /&gt;Better Remake:  The Eagles (one of my fave songs, if you care...but you don't.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Air that I Breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original: I don't know...don't feel like looking it up.&lt;br /&gt;Better Remake: The Hollies (big heart on your sleeve song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original: Joni Mitchelll&lt;br /&gt;Better Remake:  Billy Squier (Okay, I've changed my mind so stop yelling. But Billy Squier's version is pretty, too. He did it just a few years ago. Nice guitar. I'll send it to you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Easy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original: The Commodores&lt;br /&gt;Better Remake: Faith No More (Just kidding. The Commodores do this song considerably more justice. But I like Faith No More's no-frills version.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If You Asked Me To&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Original: Patty Labelle&lt;br /&gt;Better Remake: Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If I Can't Have You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better Original: The Bee Gees&lt;br /&gt;Remake: Yvonne Elliman&lt;br /&gt;(This one is confusing. Yvonne Elliman's version is more commonly played but its a Bee Gees tune and their version is better. The Bee Gees Rule.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/friends/?ref=tn/profile.php?id=713870521#/profile.php?id=713870521"&gt;Joe's Addition&lt;/a&gt; (He just finished his dissertation. He's a doctor now. Fancy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original: Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;Better Remake: West Side Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/STKkWj2WpWM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/STKkWj2WpWM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-1566947930999549382?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/1566947930999549382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=1566947930999549382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/1566947930999549382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/1566947930999549382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-your-ear-lenny-kravitz.html' title='In your Ear, Lenny Kravitz'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uvLRy7tM7J4/R9MFHZxud3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ycz-UIMJHa0/s72-c/African-American+Woman+web+ear+markings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-3212401192056771240</id><published>2008-10-29T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T06:09:28.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bands or Artists that Never Hurt Anybody</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mrbarlow.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/easter-bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 425px;" src="http://mrbarlow.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/easter-bunny.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, admittedly, this is a very strange list. Ruby and I made it up over coffee one morning. It consists of bands, performers, etc. who you might not be a big fan of, but you can't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; on them. Maybe they just seem warm and cuddly or just swell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe this is just a really misguided, overly caffeinated list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. &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;Crowded House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men at Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Hanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears for Fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha Stewart's Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.C &amp; the Sunshine Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilligan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lassie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny Loggins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Montgomery (Bewitched)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Ritter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernadette Peters (what?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Easter Bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ (Son of God)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.findadeath.com/Decesed/m/Elizabeth%20Montgomery/Liz%20portrait.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 272px;" src="http://www.findadeath.com/Decesed/m/Elizabeth%20Montgomery/Liz%20portrait.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&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 LOVE this woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-3212401192056771240?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/3212401192056771240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=3212401192056771240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/3212401192056771240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/3212401192056771240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2008/10/bands-or-artists-that-never-hurt.html' title='Bands or Artists that Never Hurt Anybody'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-2984382562683870120</id><published>2008-10-29T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:54:08.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Men I'd Have Sex With</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cartophilia.com/blog/images/pennybags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://cartophilia.com/blog/images/pennybags.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;This special list was created by three drunk people in my bedroom one Friday night.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.daylife.com/imageserve/0eYIgd71hUdF0/610x.jpg"&gt;Donald Sutherland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Hurt&lt;br /&gt;Michael Caine&lt;br /&gt;Sean Connery&lt;br /&gt;Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popcornnation.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/mickjagger2.jpg"&gt;Mick Jagger&lt;/a&gt; (I'd pass on him but April and Joe insisted. I do like the photo.)&lt;br /&gt;Strom Thurmond&lt;br /&gt;Cher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Profiles/20060929/244.bergen.candice.092706.jpg"&gt;Candice Bergen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich Uncle Pennybags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/comicbooks/1/0/9/6/26.jpg"&gt;Frank Langella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dreadcentral.com/img/news/may08/7ds7b.jpg"&gt;Malcolm McDowell&lt;/a&gt; (I know, it's an early photo of him, but its one of the sexiest pix of all time. I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt; for this photo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v506/jhezika/Ian_McShane.jpg"&gt;Ian McShane&lt;/a&gt; (makes you think that hard livin' ain't so bad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.mirror.co.uk/upl/m3/nov2007/0/9/FF8E78F6-010A-2F82-9A2E200DE865B2E0.jpg"&gt;Jimmy Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina Turner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-2984382562683870120?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/2984382562683870120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=2984382562683870120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/2984382562683870120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/2984382562683870120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2008/10/old-men-id-have-sex-with.html' title='Old Men I&apos;d Have Sex With'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-5870528661300090768</id><published>2008-08-22T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T05:54:44.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sprawling List of the Best in Song Endings and Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SK8zmJd4RFI/AAAAAAAAAWA/V8Fmhttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifAwJM-XA/s1600-h/800px-Beginning_and_End.svg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SK8zmJd4RFI/AAAAAAAAAWA/V8FmAwJM-XA/s200/800px-Beginning_and_End.svg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237461622124463186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this list got a little out of control so beware. There's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of great beginnings and endings to songs, some big and bold and others sublimely simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginnings were a little easier to come by than endings...how bloody symbolic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song intros and outros can range from a fleeting but effective two or three seconds to several minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blackholeswhitelines.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth's Picks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beginnings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ventura Highway – America &lt;br /&gt;All For Layna – Billy Joel&lt;br /&gt;I’ll Be Around – The Spinners&lt;br /&gt;Games without Frontiers – Peter Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;King of the World – Steely Dan&lt;br /&gt;My Love – Paul McCartney &amp; Wings&lt;br /&gt;Don’t Take Me Alive – Steely Dan&lt;br /&gt;Trampled Under Foot – Led Zep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tnMyr5_nmaQ"&gt;Turn it on Again&lt;/a&gt; - Genesis&lt;br /&gt;Play the Game – Queen&lt;br /&gt;Long Distance Runaround – Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oc1sgCT7X2c"&gt;Love is Like Oxygen&lt;/a&gt; - Sweet&lt;br /&gt;Don’t Stop till You Get Enough – Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PECk9A-07Pw"&gt;Touch Me&lt;/a&gt; – The Doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=voNjeUUcdSo&amp;feature=related"&gt;On Broadway&lt;/a&gt; – George Benson (also played during one of the best opening sequences for a movie in All That Jazz)&lt;br /&gt;Sloop John B – The Beach Boys &lt;br /&gt;Rough Boys – Pete Townshend&lt;br /&gt;Turn the Beat Around – Vicky Sue Robinson (extended version) &lt;br /&gt;Ms. Jackson – Outkast&lt;br /&gt;Vision of Love – Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;Summer Breeze – Seals &amp; Crofts&lt;br /&gt;Go Your Own Way – Fleetwood Mac&lt;br /&gt;Suite: Judy Blue Eyes – CSN &amp; Y&lt;br /&gt;Caught Up – Usher&lt;br /&gt;It’s Been Such a Long Time – Boston&lt;br /&gt;I Need a Lover – John Mellencamp&lt;br /&gt;Lonely is the Night – Billy Squier&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Love – Poco &lt;br /&gt;California Dreaming - the Mamas &amp; Papas&lt;br /&gt;Lowdown – Boz Scaggs&lt;br /&gt;One of My Turns – Pink Floyd (first two minutes. Actually PF has about 20 songs that could make this list)&lt;br /&gt;Revolution – The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;She’s the One – Bruce Springsteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KmQ_1sXZJxI"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt; – Fleetwood Mac&lt;br /&gt;Rise – Herb Albert&lt;br /&gt;Don’t Look Back or It’s Been Such a Long Time – Boston&lt;br /&gt;5th Symphony – Beethoven&lt;br /&gt;Baba O’Reilly – The Who (overplayed, I know, but oh well)&lt;br /&gt;Every Little Kiss – Bruce Hornsby&lt;br /&gt;Something’s Coming – Yes (West Side Story tune)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicago – Beginnings (the last 4 minutes...horn sections make my knees weak)&lt;br /&gt;Touch Me – The Doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AwBGSS63B2o&amp;feature=related"&gt;Bruce Springsteen&lt;/a&gt; (real New Jersey Opera)&lt;br /&gt;The Man that Got Away (live at Carnegie Hall, including applause)&lt;br /&gt;Dear Prudence – The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;All is Forgiven – Jellyfish&lt;br /&gt;Nights on Broadway – The Bee Gees (I like the way the sound like banshees) &lt;br /&gt;Get Down Tonight – KC &amp; the Sunshine Band&lt;br /&gt;Happy Together – The Turtles&lt;br /&gt;She’s the One – Bruce Springsteen&lt;br /&gt;Go Your Own Way – Fleetwood Mac&lt;br /&gt;Rough Boys – Pete Townshend&lt;br /&gt;Every Little Thing She Does is Magic – The Police&lt;br /&gt;All out of Love – Air Supply (stop looking at me funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JK2hKzZss5Y"&gt;Live and Let Die&lt;/a&gt; – McCartney and Wings&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Wasteland – The Who&lt;br /&gt;Carol of the Bells – Mormon Tabernacle Choir (also the best version of this song. Trust me – I’ve listened to all of them)&lt;br /&gt;I’m Gonna Crawl – Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;All of My Love – Led Zeppelin (my friend Krissie loved when he sings “I get a little bit lonely…just a little…just a little” at the very end.)&lt;br /&gt;Every Time I Think of You – The Babys&lt;br /&gt;Starship Trooper – Yes (the last 2 minutes of song. Good to listen to while driving on Highway 1 thru Northern California full volume.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paulaltobelli.com"&gt;Paul's&lt;/a&gt; Picks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginnings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=22eubaCUNJU"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y1s5gbJEEbg&amp;feature=related"&gt;Hell's Bells&lt;/a&gt; - AC/DC &lt;br /&gt;(Can you think of any other song intro that is as cool as this one? Really. Even today, almost thirty years later, this song intro still gives me goosebumps.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba O'Riley - The Who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=22eubaCUNJU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo Chile/Slight Return&lt;/a&gt; - Hendrix &lt;br /&gt;(For me, this songs - more so than Purple Haze - defines the essence of Hendrix. It combines rock and blues and throws in the Wah Wah intro for extra spice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money, Time - Pink Floyd (These two intros were actually assembled and engineered by Alan Parsons.  Yes, that Alan Parsons.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eruption into You Really Got Me - Van Halen (These two songs - and especially the transition from Eruption into You Really Got Me - have probably accounted for more kids picking up the guitar than any others in the history of rock.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layla - Derek &amp; The Dominos (The granddaddy of great song endings.  Dominoes drummer, Jim Gordon, actually contributing the elegiac piano coda  for this close. He later went to hatchet his mother to death.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starship Trooper - Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Want You (She's So Heavy) - Beatles (This song held the title for the "world's coldest ending" until Townshend released "Face the Face.")&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iBPibYA_COU&amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop Dead Legs - Van Halen (One of the all time greatest guitar solo outro fades)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Kinks (This little known Kinks song is worth a listen.  The beginning is a typical very British sounding late sixties Kinks song.  Then it morphs into an extended guitar jam that will leave you speechless.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anthonydevito.com"&gt;Anthony's &lt;/a&gt; Picks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beginnings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-t52zc8Ex4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio Clash&lt;/a&gt; - The Clash&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Go - Heaven 17&lt;br /&gt;Hungry Like The Wolf - Duran Duran&lt;br /&gt;Stand and Deliver- Adam and the Ants&lt;br /&gt;More Than This - Roxy Music&lt;br /&gt;Rock n Roll Radio - Ramones&lt;br /&gt;Cars - Gary Numan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5lBAQKVhOeE"&gt;Isle of Her&lt;/a&gt; - Klaxons&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood Swinging - Kool and the Gang&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Star - Madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FHxWY6aR8ew"&gt;Work It&lt;/a&gt; - Missy Elliott&lt;br /&gt;Flashlight - Parliament Funkadelic&lt;br /&gt;Genetic Engineering - X-Ray Spex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=614271850"&gt;Ruby's&lt;/a&gt; Picks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beginnings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immigrant Song - Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qEyWm3UNK1Y"&gt;Get Down Tonight&lt;/a&gt;- KC &amp; The Sunshine Band&lt;br /&gt;Oh You Pretty Things- David Bowie&lt;br /&gt;What's Goin’ On - Marvin Gaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJc64xncBt4"&gt;Sensual World&lt;/a&gt;- Kate Bush&lt;br /&gt;Pajamarama- Roxy  Music&lt;br /&gt;Paranoid android- Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;Monkey Man- The  Stones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Endings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cxbFLYa0_bw"&gt;Somebody to Love &lt;/a&gt;- Queen&lt;br /&gt;Start me Up – Rolling Stones  (because he sings "you make a dead man cum”)&lt;br /&gt;All I need - Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYIMYJLOp1w&amp;feature=related"&gt;Rock n roll&lt;/a&gt;- Velvet Underground&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful world - Louis Armstrong&lt;br /&gt;Midnight sun- Ella Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=713870521"&gt;Joe's&lt;/a&gt; Picks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginnings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkr_2G3Jlko"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Big Country&lt;/a&gt;- Big Country&lt;br /&gt;Secretly- Skunk Anansie&lt;br /&gt;Baracuda- Heart&lt;br /&gt;Baracuda- Rasputina (all cello version!)&lt;br /&gt;The First Cut- Eurythmics&lt;br /&gt;I Know What Boys Like- The Waitresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vL5L5Y61Jyk"&gt;A Girl Called Johnny&lt;/a&gt;- The Waterboys&lt;br /&gt;Never Say Never- Romeo Void&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZ6nisM81qM"&gt;Rain and Tears&lt;/a&gt;- Aphrodite’s Child&lt;br /&gt;Centipede- Rebbie Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Candy Girl- New Edition&lt;br /&gt;Remember (Walking in the Sand)- The Shangri-Las&lt;br /&gt;Spooky- Dusty Springfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZ-KfufZ5BA"&gt;A Girl like You -&lt;/a&gt; Edwyn Collins&lt;br /&gt;TV Party- Black Flag&lt;br /&gt;Rock N Roll Nigger (Flood Remix)- Patti Smith&lt;br /&gt;I Only Have Eyes For You- The Flamingos&lt;br /&gt;I’m Going Down- Mary J. Blige&lt;br /&gt;Immigrant Song- Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura's Picks (my friend from writing class)&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGDtYrIo9nQ"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SK84MS6zSiI/AAAAAAAAAWI/vitpxYHe3gE/s1600-h/Library+-+231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SK84MS6zSiI/AAAAAAAAAWI/vitpxYHe3gE/s200/Library+-+231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237466675543231010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beginnings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; Julio - Simon &amp; Garfunkel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGDtYrIo9nQ"&gt;Tusk&lt;/a&gt; - Fleetwood Mac&lt;br /&gt;Eminence Front - The Who&lt;br /&gt;In the Air Tonite - Phil Collins&lt;br /&gt;Burning Down the House - Talking Heads&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-5870528661300090768?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/5870528661300090768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=5870528661300090768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/5870528661300090768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/5870528661300090768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2008/08/very-best-in-song-endings-and.html' title='A Sprawling List of the Best in Song Endings and Beginnings'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SK8zmJd4RFI/AAAAAAAAAWA/V8FmAwJM-XA/s72-c/800px-Beginning_and_End.svg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-4370757985722289223</id><published>2008-06-17T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T07:16:04.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People, Places or Things with their F$#k On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SFhSfD1CY3I/AAAAAAAAAU8/AeJSuGC7G4k/s1600-h/captain+blood+errol+flynn+dvd+PDVD_006-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SFhSfD1CY3I/AAAAAAAAAU8/AeJSuGC7G4k/s320/captain+blood+errol+flynn+dvd+PDVD_006-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213007262238532466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This list is comprised of people or things who radiate a certain “let’s get it on" vibe. We tried to stray away from the obvious: models and Angelina Jolie and work more toward the unusual...with some obvious thrown in for good measure - like kittens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank the &lt;a href="http://mog.com/images/users/0000/0002/1474/images/1181968503.jpeg"&gt;Academy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=713870521"&gt;Joe&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=384746301&amp;MyToken=4c711647-e027-4c45-af7a-9eee26953af6"&gt;April&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=614271850"&gt;Ruby&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.paulaltobelli.com"&gt;Paul&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=235856322&amp;MyToken=d410509c-f0f7-45b7-bae6-f330355e4da9"&gt;Peggie,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://eaesthete.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/wine-cheese-dates.jpg"&gt;Wine&lt;/a&gt; and another Joe…and&lt;a href="http://www.fevintage.com/PICS/max1/hawaiian%20god.jpg"&gt; God.&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rod Stewart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www-tc.pbs.org/wnet/broadway/stars/images/fosse_b_pic2.jpg?Log=0"&gt;Bob Fosse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince&lt;br /&gt;Pink Lemonade&lt;br /&gt;Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;Van Halen (with DLR, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/62/98/23039862.jpg"&gt;Fettucini Carbonara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reellifewisdom.com/files/images/dracula.jpg"&gt;Dracula&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/photos-ghosts/RudolphValentino.jpg"&gt;Rudolph Valentino&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.alexanderscostumes.com/store/images/Julius%20Caesar%2027241.jpg"&gt;Julius Caesar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Morisson&lt;br /&gt;The Tango&lt;br /&gt;Leather&lt;br /&gt;The Baldwin Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.indiewire.com/twhalliii/Kinski.jpg"&gt;Nattassja Kinski&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris&lt;br /&gt;Kim Bassinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Gustave-Dore/Little-Red-Riding-Hood-Giclee-Print-C12466689.jpeg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.art.com/asp/sp-asp/_/pd--12466689/Little_Red_Riding_Hood.htm&amp;h=300&amp;w=400&amp;sz=35&amp;hl=en&amp;start=29&amp;sig2=NbxUh9w5knYZBwfr6T4ViA&amp;um=1&amp;tbnid=F3O-wJv2yiD5ZM:&amp;tbnh=93&amp;tbnw=124&amp;ei=QhJZSOeZDJ3Ger3XzIwO&amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dlittle%2Bred%2Briding%2Bhood%26start%3D20%26ndsp%3D20%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DN"&gt;Little Red Riding Hood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleopatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dO1p2IxZA0U"&gt;John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.suntimes.com/scanners/cabaret2.jpg"&gt;Joel Gray in Cabaret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret Thatcher (April’s choice…not sure but why not?)&lt;br /&gt;James Brown  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://web2.airmail.net/napoleon/Napoleon_Great.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://web2.airmail.net/napoleon/&amp;h=543&amp;w=432&amp;sz=72&amp;hl=en&amp;start=6&amp;sig2=Lv60R6L0_Yaft8UHmfVzpw&amp;um=1&amp;tbnid=z6BlAczzmur9uM:&amp;tbnh=132&amp;tbnw=105&amp;ei=uRFZSKjbG4iuecTy3IsO&amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dnapoleon%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DN"&gt;Napoleon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Cassidy (70’s star)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jimmyakin.org/images/anne_rice_1.jpg"&gt;Anne Rice&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bentkid.com/gfx/chris-meloni.gif"&gt;Elliot Stabler from Law and Order SVU (actor Chris Meloni)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.timeinc.net/time/daily/2007/0710/caligula_1001.jpg"&gt;Caligula&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2004/04/gallery/tvsexymen/jbateman.jpg"&gt;Jason Bateman&lt;/a&gt; (Okay, he doesn't have his F%&amp;k on per se, but he's great!)&lt;br /&gt;Lolita&lt;br /&gt;S-E-X&lt;br /&gt;Tequila  &lt;br /&gt;Pick-up Trucks&lt;br /&gt;Jimi Hendrix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.ivillage.com/E/325/Sexy/40/E_jamesSpader.jpg"&gt;James Spader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.viewimages.com/xc/3248806.jpg?v=1&amp;c=ViewImages&amp;k=2&amp;d=DCB332A6E7C66BD3E75A325E4E985942A55A1E4F32AD3138"&gt;Bonnie and Clyde&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.ii.net/~drmellis/alex-de-large1.jpg"&gt;Clockwork Orange&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a804.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/25/s_3fb5401157e0b98ce708a57f58f1a793.jpg"&gt;April’s Friend Trish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errol Flynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/74/Lady_Godiva_by_John_Collier.jpg"&gt;Lady Godiva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.foodnetwork.com/FOOD/2003/01/10/tm1b15_chocolate_cups_e.jpg"&gt;Whipped Cream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men in Kilts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/shared/promoimages/bands/p/panic_at_the_disco/i_write_sins_not_tragedies/281x211.jpg"&gt;Men in Make-up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;Anais Nin&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;The song Father Figure&lt;br /&gt;The orchid &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fullposter.com/poster/1/images/miller.jpg"&gt;Henry Miller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knights of the Round Table and Team Camelot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://laist.com/attachments/tony/trentrezisout.jpg"&gt;Trent Reznor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kittens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i26.tinypic.com/w8q14w.jpg"&gt;Jared Leto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qF1wZQzpeKA"&gt;Jared Leto having erotic relations with self in The Kill &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/collectdolls/1/0/C/B/barbie5close.jpg"&gt;Barbie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woodstock from the Peanuts&lt;br /&gt;Eddie Murphy (pre-Disney)&lt;br /&gt;My English Teacher in High School&lt;br /&gt;Bette Davis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.savvy-mothers-day-gifts.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2007/04/mothers%20day%20gift.jpg"&gt;Your Mother&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soe.ucsc.edu/~manfred/art/original_unicorn.jpg"&gt;Those Weird Unicorn Posters in Children’s Rooms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Bob Thornton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://medias.ados.fr/people/1/6/1642/Peter-Gabriel/photos/4039.jpg"&gt;Peter Gabriel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.moldova.org/movie/actors/r/rosanna_arquette/thumbnails/tn2_rosanna_arquette_2.jpg"&gt;Roseanna Arquette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arlecchino.org/pasquariello/magdalene/Mary_Magdalene_In_The_Cave.jpg"&gt;Mary Magdalene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.wolfgangsvault.com/images/catalog/detail/OCS770724-FP.jpg"&gt;Jimmy Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/WIL/3188~Fresh-Peaches-Posters.jpg"&gt;Peaches&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suntan Stuff that Smells Like Coconut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-4370757985722289223?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/4370757985722289223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=4370757985722289223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/4370757985722289223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/4370757985722289223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2008/06/people-or-things-with-their-fk-on.html' title='People, Places or Things with their F$#k On'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/SFhSfD1CY3I/AAAAAAAAAU8/AeJSuGC7G4k/s72-c/captain+blood+errol+flynn+dvd+PDVD_006-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-1787022557872839073</id><published>2008-04-11T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T05:21:42.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Like that I Shouldn’t But I Do and You Can’t Stop Me Cuz You Ain’t the Boss of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/R_-LWplFYyI/AAAAAAAAASw/DbwjwlTsMOo/s1600-h/zztop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/R_-LWplFYyI/AAAAAAAAASw/DbwjwlTsMOo/s200/zztop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188018516988879650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/R_-K5plFYwI/AAAAAAAAASg/qhEImEkmIT0/s1600-h/twinkies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/R_-K5plFYwI/AAAAAAAAASg/qhEImEkmIT0/s200/twinkies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188018018772673282" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blackholeswhitelines.blogspot.com"&gt;Beth's&lt;/a&gt; Picks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jersey Boys – The Musical!&lt;br /&gt;(I was literally drug, in more ways than one, to see this show…and it was wonderful!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barry Manilow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patchouli&lt;br /&gt;(Hippie at heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Southern Rock &lt;br /&gt;(From Marshall Tucker Band to the Allman Brothers.  Never understood why but I do, I do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha Stewart &lt;br /&gt;(One of the few famey people I’d be excited to meet.  She knows a lot of shit about crazy things…and she’s so icy cool, its kinda sexy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alanis Morrisette &lt;br /&gt;(It’s easy to dislike her, but she’s brave in her own silly, openhearted way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy and/or Panic at the Disco &lt;br /&gt;(I know they’re gay in the 7th grade sense of the word. Maybe it’s that bratty, boyish vibrance and innocence.  Maybe its that homoerotic makeup.  Hot, hot, hot)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;482 Songs that Shall Remain Nameless (but most recently &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t25MxwUUAdI"&gt;Taking Chances&lt;/a&gt; by Celine Dion. I've played it about 13 times today. I'm tapping into something big.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Spirit Lights (I try to never smoke, I swear – but I love me a good cigarette every once in a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmed&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, I could say A LOT about Charmed, which is weird in and of itself.  And of course, I’m only talking about Shannen Doherty Charmed not Rose McGowan Charmed because that was the only real Charmed.  You need the essential, raw bitchiness and witchiness of Shannen for the show to work…period) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arby's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strip Clubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car Repair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=127865423&amp;MyToken=3bb24af6-fab1-42cf-944c-322d1b782992"&gt;Andy's&lt;/a&gt; Additions&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The occasional (wink, wink) trip to Wendy's or KFC or BK or Taco effin' Bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap coffee (and sometimes, flavored coffee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping at Old Navy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho-hos  (or any number of pre-packaged pastries)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic Shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All-You-Can-Eat Buffets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=614271850"&gt;Ruby's&lt;/a&gt; Additions&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating alcoholics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crown Fried Chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid magazines (US, In Touch, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little paunch that is my lower stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really violent sexist slasher movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifetime movie events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=713870521"&gt;Joe's&lt;/a&gt; Additions&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmed (Although I like the post-Doherty “Paige” period better than Beth does. For me Alyssa Milano’s “Phoebe” really came into her own then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironing (it’s very relaxing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song “Game of Love” by Santana, featuring Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Butterworth's syrup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airports and train stations (but oddly, not traveling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not taking a shower or getting dressed for a whole day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a lady gets punched in the face on TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anthonydevito.com"&gt;Anthony's&lt;/a&gt; Suggestions&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HGTV (God help me but for some reason the old-lady pacing and awful designs have a weird sedative effect on me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duran Duran (I will fight anyone who makes fun of me for this, which is basically everyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spray Cheese (right into my mouth; only pussies use crackers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idol (I avoided the first 5 seasons like the plague, now I suddenly care who gets voted off and find myself giving them imaginary career advice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old  "Classic" Disco (Both US an Euro varieties -- Gino Soccio, anyone? -- this is a Brooklyn thing, I make no apologies and never will)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesser Will Ferrell comedies (they suck at first, then they grow on me and I laugh against my better judgment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC (was very frowned upon when I was a kid, and it still gives me that rush of going to buy porn for the first time. In fact, I'm with Mr. Calabrese on the fast food thing. It's disgusting but I still want it all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasizing about all the ways my dirtbag neighbors could die violent, funny deaths (and me attending their wakes just to point and laugh and pee on their dead faces. Okay, too far.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America's Funniest Videos (Will I ever stop laughing at people falling and getting hurt? No.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-1787022557872839073?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/1787022557872839073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=1787022557872839073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/1787022557872839073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/1787022557872839073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-i-like-that-i-shouldnt-but-i-do.html' title='Things I Like that I Shouldn’t But I Do and You Can’t Stop Me Cuz You Ain’t the Boss of Me'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/R_-LWplFYyI/AAAAAAAAASw/DbwjwlTsMOo/s72-c/zztop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-7477116522399656555</id><published>2008-04-11T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T08:42:49.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrush tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beth mann'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexiest songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs to have to have sex to'/><title type='text'>Random Songs to Have Sex to (or Songs to have Random Sex to)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/R_-GCplFYuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/AftaPa2MIro/s1600-h/bugs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/R_-GCplFYuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/AftaPa2MIro/s200/bugs2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188012675833357026" /&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;Contrary to the title of this list, there are only a few songs here you that should accompany S-E-X.  Most of them are sexually inspirational nature and should compel you to go get some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I Have the Touch – Peter Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;(One of my top favorite sexy songs.  But beware - there are two versions.  The long one – 5:23 - is far superior to the shorter canned version.  Very sexy song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  One of these Nights – The Eagles&lt;br /&gt;(For the darker sexual appetites.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Just What I Needed – The Cars&lt;br /&gt;(Lots of feed me’s and bleed me’s - sexy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Kashmir – Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;(The song just sounds like sex. Ruby thinks the song is too cliché)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  All is Forgiven – Jellyfish&lt;br /&gt;(In addition to being one of my fave songs of all time, this song is so sexually cathartic, you feel like you should have scratch marks down your back when it’s over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Since K got over – The Clientele&lt;br /&gt;(Something sleepy sexy about this song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Do Ya Think I’m Sexy – Rod Stewart&lt;br /&gt;(Go ahead – call me cheesy.  But Rod Stewart flaunted it and I say hale to that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I’m Gonna Crawl – Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;(For the crawler in all of us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Turn Me Loose - Loverboy&lt;br /&gt;(I find Mike Reno’s bratty voice very sexy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Come here, Boy – Imogen Heap&lt;br /&gt;(This a sultry, sexually aggressive female song.  Yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Tattooed Love Boys – The Pretenders&lt;br /&gt;(This is a sultry, sexually aggressive female song.  Yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Magic Man - Heart&lt;br /&gt;(This is a sultry, sexually aggressive female song.  Yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  Don’t Fear the Ripper – Blue Oyster Cult&lt;br /&gt;(Death and sex go hand and hand like peanut butter and jelly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  Don’t Stand So Close to Me – The Police&lt;br /&gt;(If you’ve ever had a crush on your tousled, handsome English teacher in high school, who you would catch staring at you during a test and you’d get warm all over and look away quickly only to look up again and still see him staring at you and who, years later, you’d invite over for lunch and almost, almost make a move on him finally…but no, you couldn’t because you were trembling so badly because he was old enough to be your father but that’s what makes it so…but maybe he’s better off as your first almost actualized sexual fantasy - than you’d appreciate this song. Thank you, my dear Mr. O’Brien, whom I still talk to and adore with all of my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  5 to 1 – The Doors&lt;br /&gt;(Maybe it’s the way Jim Morrison opens the songs with “Love my girl.  She’s looking good.” Or maybe it’s the rhythm of the song.  But the song just seems dirty and raw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  Touch Me – The Doors&lt;br /&gt;(If the last minute of this song doesn’t make you want to rip your clothes off, you’re dead.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  Rough Boys – Pete Townsend&lt;br /&gt;(I have such a distinct penchant for angry, unattractive Brit rockers and music that slams in my face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  Oblivion – Astor Piazolla&lt;br /&gt;(Sex in a song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  She Moves in Mysterious Ways – U2&lt;br /&gt;(Never been a fan of U2 – other than Beautiful Day and this song, with the sexy line “If you want to kiss the sky, better learn how to kneel.  On your knees, boy.” It showed me that even U2 can rock sexiness sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  Closer - NIN (Might be an easy choice but still, it kinda says it all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.  Reader’s Choice (Hit me with your best shot)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-7477116522399656555?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/7477116522399656555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=7477116522399656555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/7477116522399656555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/7477116522399656555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-songs-to-have-sex-to-or-songs-to.html' title='Random Songs to Have Sex to (or Songs to have Random Sex to)'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/R_-GCplFYuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/AftaPa2MIro/s72-c/bugs2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-615830453228593094</id><published>2008-04-04T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T06:53:32.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous People Devoid of Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/R_Yy0HHumeI/AAAAAAAAARw/3qbLQjl-Sf4/s1600-h/my.gcompass_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/R_Yy0HHumeI/AAAAAAAAARw/3qbLQjl-Sf4/s200/my.gcompass_med.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185387891809753570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is just missing.  &lt;br /&gt;Some might call it heartless.  &lt;br /&gt;Or deeply chilly.  &lt;br /&gt;Again, feel free to send me some add ons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Nicole Kidman  (the epitome...I'm not saying she's mean or she wouldn't be nice to have tea with.  I'm just saying "hello, hello, hello..is there anybody in there?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Jennifer Connoly (she may be made of dust...I don't know).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Tom Cruise (He can smile all he wants but he's actually an alien or a droid or something.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4.  Queen of England (But she's actually supposed to be like that.  She makes soulless   an art form.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECENT SUBMISSIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Catherine Zeta-Jones (If you cut her, something like mercury would spill out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Halle Barry (you can be too pretty)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-615830453228593094?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/615830453228593094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=615830453228593094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/615830453228593094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/615830453228593094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2008/04/famous-people-devoid-of-soul.html' title='Famous People Devoid of Soul'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/R_Yy0HHumeI/AAAAAAAAARw/3qbLQjl-Sf4/s72-c/my.gcompass_med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-4712950279344833896</id><published>2007-12-06T13:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T06:01:34.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People or Things I’m Supposed To Like But I Don’t and I Kinda Feel Badly About It But Not Really List (with help from my friends):</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/R_YmZHHumZI/AAAAAAAAARI/m2t_cLaPzrQ/s1600-h/stevie-wonder2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/R_YmZHHumZI/AAAAAAAAARI/m2t_cLaPzrQ/s200/stevie-wonder2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185374233813752210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/R_YmZnHumaI/AAAAAAAAARQ/KWycQ-BUyTE/s1600-h/noekula-kittens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/R_YmZnHumaI/AAAAAAAAARQ/KWycQ-BUyTE/s200/noekula-kittens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185374242403686818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth’ List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevie Wonder&lt;br /&gt;Billie Holiday&lt;br /&gt;Meryl Streep&lt;br /&gt;New York City&lt;br /&gt;Techno&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;People&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Cash&lt;br /&gt;Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;David Letterman (his humor is so dry, it’s dust-like)&lt;br /&gt;Robin Williams and Mike Myers (their talent makes me uptight)&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon (Too perfumey)&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;Sex and the City&lt;br /&gt;Oprah&lt;br /&gt;Jeeps&lt;br /&gt;The movie "Lost in Translation"&lt;br /&gt;The 80's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby’s Additions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warren Zevon &lt;br /&gt;Basketball&lt;br /&gt;The color "nude"&lt;br /&gt;Most people from California&lt;br /&gt;"The method" technique&lt;br /&gt;The Sopranos&lt;br /&gt;Myself (at times)&lt;br /&gt;Kittens &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony’s Additions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "film" The Piano&lt;br /&gt;John Belushi&lt;br /&gt;Wes Anderson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew’s Additions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As a gay man, I have a unique list, I think):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballroom Dancing&lt;br /&gt;Barbra Streisand&lt;br /&gt;Figure Skating&lt;br /&gt;Cats (“the actual beasts, no one likes the show”)&lt;br /&gt;Pie&lt;br /&gt;The Beach&lt;br /&gt;Baseball Caps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Deceased Mother's Additions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyne Daley ("I don't know why - I just don't like her.")&lt;br /&gt;Michael Learned (mother from The Waltons - same reason as above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe’s Additions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi (the movie, not the man)&lt;br /&gt;Angela Bassett&lt;br /&gt;The “Sense Memory” exercise&lt;br /&gt;F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;Baseball&lt;br /&gt;The Grateful Dead&lt;br /&gt;Disney&lt;br /&gt;Lance Armstrong&lt;br /&gt;Kate Hudson&lt;br /&gt;Cheers &lt;br /&gt;Sarah Jessica Parker&lt;br /&gt;“spoken word poetry”&lt;br /&gt;Everybody Loves Raymond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April’s Additions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doors&lt;br /&gt;Mittens (“doesn’t see the point”)&lt;br /&gt;Oatmeal &lt;br /&gt;Oprah&lt;br /&gt;Little dogs wearing clothes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-4712950279344833896?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/4712950279344833896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=4712950279344833896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/4712950279344833896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/4712950279344833896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2007/12/people-or-things-im-supposed-to-like.html' title='People or Things I’m Supposed To Like But I Don’t and I Kinda Feel Badly About It But Not Really List (with help from my friends):'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/R_YmZHHumZI/AAAAAAAAARI/m2t_cLaPzrQ/s72-c/stevie-wonder2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-1007665214845244072</id><published>2007-12-06T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T06:18:37.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hottest Legs in Rock and Roll (for the Ladies)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/R_YqiXHumcI/AAAAAAAAARg/mKzZJ3BfKho/s1600-h/jim_morrison022_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/R_YqiXHumcI/AAAAAAAAARg/mKzZJ3BfKho/s200/jim_morrison022_jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185378790774053314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its that time again, boys and girls, when I bestow upon you another one of my meaningless lists.  I'm hoping this little "skill" of mine will parlay itself into heaps of money one day, but until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present "The Hottest Legs in Rock and Roll."  So what defines "hot legs in rock and roll?"  you ask?  Hot legs are long, lanky and look good in tight pants.  And rock and roll legs move well - they strut and jump and wrap nicely around your naked body.  I mean, not all guys look good in tight pants, you know?  Truth be told,  I think Jim Morrisson is the only person, living or dead, male or female, who successfully ROCKED leather pants.  Makes a girl blush, just thinking of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hottest Legs in Rock and Roll (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Morrison &lt;br /&gt;Rod Stewart&lt;br /&gt;Daryl Hall&lt;br /&gt;Steven Tyler&lt;br /&gt;Robert Plant&lt;br /&gt;Ray Davies &lt;br /&gt;David Bowie&lt;br /&gt;David Lee Roth&lt;br /&gt;Tina Turner&lt;br /&gt;Pete Townsend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-1007665214845244072?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/1007665214845244072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=1007665214845244072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/1007665214845244072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/1007665214845244072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2007/12/hottest-legs-in-rock-and-roll-for.html' title='The Hottest Legs in Rock and Roll (for the Ladies)'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/R_YqiXHumcI/AAAAAAAAARg/mKzZJ3BfKho/s72-c/jim_morrison022_jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-4990439521595697837</id><published>2007-12-06T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T07:02:53.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs You're Not Supposed to Like But You Do so Screw You List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/R_Y1AHHumgI/AAAAAAAAASA/r9l5mOBowP8/s1600-h/barry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/R_Y1AHHumgI/AAAAAAAAASA/r9l5mOBowP8/s200/barry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185390296991439362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a particular taste in music.  I like all kinds but I definitely lean a little toward some songs that could easily be dismissed as empty little pop tunes. And I lean toward these little gems because I genuinely like them - not for the sake of pop irony or anything…I’m not that clever! There’s so much self-seriousness in today’s music -  I blame Pearl Jam for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes a list of (insert drum roll here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   MY SHAME-FREE SONGS&lt;br /&gt;                                                      (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Groovy Kind of Love – Phil Collins  &lt;br /&gt;(a simple remake of a  simple little tune )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* Skyhigh –  Jigsaw &lt;br /&gt;(So dramatic!)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uOu7JlQqiaA (crazy video of song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Wait for Me (Live)  –  Hall &amp; Oates &lt;br /&gt;(Daryll Hall’s voice is divine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Magic  -   Pilot &lt;br /&gt;(Of course, this song went horribly commercial.  Damn sellouts – the lot of you!  Anyway, this song is just so happy, I could scream, like, forever…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Voices  &lt;br /&gt;* If You Want My Love &lt;br /&gt;– Cheap Trick&lt;br /&gt;(A couple lesser-known Cheap Trick songs.  Give them a listen and I’m sure you’ll concur)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* Any Tears for Fears songs&lt;br /&gt;(soaring, heartfelt songs, good vocals. This is my FOUR LEAF CLOVAHHH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Baby Jane  &lt;br /&gt;* Passion &lt;br /&gt;- Rod the Mod Stewart (aka “Hot Legs”)&lt;br /&gt;(I’ve always liked the part of Rod’s career that he’s the most embarrassed about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Love is Like Oxygen  –  Sweet&lt;br /&gt;(This song is so epic. Again, high drama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sailing  –  Chris Cross &lt;br /&gt;(There.  I said it…and on national television.  Such a gentle, pretty song.  If you ever get to hear why he wrote it, you might like it that much more!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Andy Gibb –  Everlasting Love  (one of the most heavenly choruses– he and his Gibb-lovin’ brothers all singing pretty-like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Make a Move on Me &lt;br /&gt;* A Little More Love  &lt;br /&gt;* Suddenly&lt;br /&gt;– Olivia Newton John &lt;br /&gt;(I’m starting to feel naked right about now.  Please stop looking at me…but she’s got such a great voice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Could it be Magic  –  Barry Manilow&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, really…stop with the blank stare.  This song is really amazing in its own right – big love, big love!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Strange Way  –  Firefall &lt;br /&gt;(kinda weird but cool song – with some crazy flute solo in the middle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Strange Magic  -  ELO&lt;br /&gt;(ELO kinda doesn’t really belong on this list for some reason but the haunting intro of this song just stops my heart a little) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Party’s Over  –  Journey&lt;br /&gt;(Journey actually didn’t suck…Steve Perry has one of the best voices in R&amp;R and Neal Schon was no slacker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It’s Over&lt;br /&gt;* Turn Me Loose&lt;br /&gt;* The Kid is Hot Tonite   &lt;br /&gt;– Loverboy&lt;br /&gt;(Great  but somewhat maligned band.  Mike Reno’s bratty, teasing voice is a bit of a turn-on for me…hmmm…perhaps an overshare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I Think I Love You – La Partridge Famille &lt;br /&gt;(Actually another kind of creepy song that will stick to you like bubblegum.  I snuck into a show in Las Vegas with David Cassidy performing a few years ago.  He’s awesome…kinda.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You Should Be Dancing  -  The Bee Gees&lt;br /&gt;(a really kick-ass song actually – Barry Gibb screeching in that crazy falsetto of his at the end of the song…and I think there’s a cowbell in there, for good measure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Baby Come Back -  Player &lt;br /&gt;(I think Korn was influenced by Player…maybe not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lights  &lt;br /&gt;* Lady&lt;br /&gt;–  Styx&lt;br /&gt;(I’m pushing the corny envelope a little, I know.  But…oh well!  I always liked Tommy Shaw’s voice… and Dennis DeYoung’s as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nights on Broadway  -  The Bee Gees&lt;br /&gt;(A lovely song about stalking…nice.  But the point being, the Bee Gees are awesome and they rock out more than you think they do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Crazy Love&lt;br /&gt;Heart of the Night&lt;br /&gt; – Poco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Like China &lt;br /&gt;* Just a Job To Do&lt;br /&gt;* Taking it All Too Hard&lt;br /&gt;* You Might Recall&lt;br /&gt; - Phil Collins + Genesis &lt;br /&gt;(A few more bright tunes by Mr. Collins et al.  That guy has to be crazy, crazy rich…of course, he should be water tortured for songs like Susedio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Keep it Coming Love  &amp;&lt;br /&gt;* Get Down Tonite &lt;br /&gt;-  KC &amp; the Sunshine Band &lt;br /&gt;(who could hate on KC &amp; his Sunshine band?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Isn’t it Time - The Babies  &lt;br /&gt;(I’m not a big fan of that silly single from solo Mr. Waite …but I do like several songs from The Babies.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’m In You – Peter Frampton (title’s a little…much, but…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Love is the Answer - Todd Rundgren (again, Todd doesn't really belong on this list.  Such pretty verses at the beginning...."We're all homeless boys and girls.  And we are never heard."  Tell me about it, Todd.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I Can Read Your Mind - Alan Parsons Project &lt;br /&gt;(Another creepy but pretty tune.  Who the hell was in that band, anyway?  I think they were computer generated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ‘d like to quietly wave a flag for some closeted tunes of your own, please send them my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-4990439521595697837?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/4990439521595697837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=4990439521595697837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/4990439521595697837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/4990439521595697837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2007/12/songs-youre-not-supposed-to-like-but.html' title='Songs You&apos;re Not Supposed to Like But You Do so Screw You List'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/R_Y1AHHumgI/AAAAAAAAASA/r9l5mOBowP8/s72-c/barry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234062300591006933.post-5958857441011594229</id><published>2007-12-06T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T06:49:41.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous People Who Would be Jerks to Meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/R_YxmnHumdI/AAAAAAAAARo/V4dxbYrcOg8/s1600-h/cusack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/R_YxmnHumdI/AAAAAAAAARo/V4dxbYrcOg8/s200/cusack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185386560369891794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby and I had another one of our scintillating conversations on the phone today.  We discussed which famous people would be jerks if you were to meet them in real life.  Now, of course, LOTS of famous people would probably be jerky to one degree or another.  But we're talking extra jerky.  Grouches, if you will.  A friend of ours mentioned Russel Crowe or Sean Penn and I said "No. They're just...bad-tempered.  We're talking about serious grouches."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our list thus far.  Please feel free to send me a comment and I'll keep the list going.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  John Cusack (he's number one - the perfect example.  The type who could make you feel like your 2 inches tall with a single eviscerating comment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  John Cougar Mellancamp (the kind of guy who would be laughing one second and then haul off and punch you for no &lt;br /&gt;apparent reason and be totally unapologetic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Bryan Adams (now I've actually SEEN this guy's wicked ways.  He was performing and someone threw a frisbee at his head and he INSTANTLY jumped off the stage and started throwing punches at the poor dude.  Nasteeee...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  David Walliams from Little Britain (Whoa...have you seen any interviews with him...Cold.  And viscious.  But I LUV him).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Chevy Chase (grouch...a big ol' grouch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Shelly Long (I think we all know that, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Napoleon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Mike Patton from Faith No More  (kick-ass picture above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Jerry Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S SOME ADDITIONS THANKS TO SEVERAL SUBMISSIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  David Schwimmer (a "Friend" or foe?  I'd have to agree.  The guy seems a little touchy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Clay Aiken  (this one made me laugh the most.  My friend Joe thinks his wholesome looks belie a heart of stone.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/234062300591006933-5958857441011594229?l=sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/5958857441011594229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=234062300591006933&amp;postID=5958857441011594229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/5958857441011594229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/234062300591006933/posts/default/5958857441011594229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillylistsofnothingness.blogspot.com/2007/12/people-who-would-be-jerks-to-meet.html' title='Famous People Who Would be Jerks to Meet'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/R_YxmnHumdI/AAAAAAAAARo/V4dxbYrcOg8/s72-c/cusack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
