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term='adam'/><category term='ellison park'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='baby feet'/><category term='politics'/><category term='party'/><category term='palo alto'/><category term='rit'/><category term='pittsburgh'/><category term='valentines day'/><category term='blog'/><category term='television'/><category term='life'/><category term='channel 4'/><category term='history'/><category term='queen'/><category term='saturday'/><category term='colors'/><category term='rewards for good behavior'/><category term='pancakes'/><category term='the mighty boosh'/><category term='anglophile'/><title type='text'>process + color</title><subtitle type='html'>That's not right. I know, I read a pamphlet.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-3804959653964407683</id><published>2011-02-02T19:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T20:41:29.253-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun hats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roc city roller derby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow day'/><title type='text'>two reasons why today was awesome.</title><content type='html'>1. We had a snow day. I haven't had a snow day since I was in high school. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My new bobby hat for my 19th Wardens outfit came in the mail. First RCRD bout of the season is Saturday—so effing excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-3804959653964407683?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/3804959653964407683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=3804959653964407683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3804959653964407683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3804959653964407683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2011/02/two-reasons-why-today-was-awesome.html' title='two reasons why today was awesome.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-6520435192494466688</id><published>2011-01-02T23:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T00:39:20.186-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amy sedaris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fdr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jefferson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>the 2011 post-holiday reading list aka books i got for christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TSFX1qTUrUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/bQUtYphLn8g/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TSFX1qTUrUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/bQUtYphLn8g/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557819994551921986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;i&gt;What Would Jefferson Do?&lt;/i&gt; - Thom Hartmann - I'm already 1/3 done with this book and it's terribly fascinating, while at the same time terribly depressing. Even having been an AP History student in high school—books like this leave me feeling gypped. Only in my adult life have I discovered how incredibly interesting history is, especially American history. The current re-writing of my favorite founding father by the conservative right is a particular pet peeve of mine. In reading a book like this, you realize why they're rushing around trying to change how people remember the man like Jefferson.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;FDR&lt;/i&gt; - Jean Edward Smith - This is &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; FDR biography and I've been meaning to read it forever. Now I have no excuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;i&gt;Traitor to His Class: The Privileged Life and Radical Presidency of Franklin Delano Roosevelt&lt;/i&gt; - HW Brands - I'm very excited for this one. Another FDR tome, I'm kind of forcing myself to read FDR first and then this. I am absolutely fascinated by Roosevelt's concern for the middle and lower classes over his own—and have long been a fan of the theory that his experiences in Warm Springs with both people with disabilities and people living in poverty effected his approach to issues of class and financial equality during his presidency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;i&gt;The Making of Fantastic Mr. Fox&lt;/i&gt; - Wes Anderson - Too many things I like together in book form for this to be anything but, well, fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;i&gt;Simple Times: Crafts for Poor People &lt;/i&gt;- Amy Sedaris - Can I be adopted into the Sedaris family, please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-6520435192494466688?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/6520435192494466688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=6520435192494466688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/6520435192494466688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/6520435192494466688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-post-holiday-reading-list-aka.html' title='the 2011 post-holiday reading list aka books i got for christmas'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TSFX1qTUrUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/bQUtYphLn8g/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-2978993722581774203</id><published>2011-01-02T19:33:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:36:40.113-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAMA&apos;s House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year&apos;s eve'/><title type='text'>merry merry. happy happy.</title><content type='html'>Dollar Store Secret Santa has been going on since college and now the group is larger and each year stockings more and more ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TSEd-R7gDiI/AAAAAAAAAPU/l__lGHRD9LM/s1600/IMG_0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TSEd-R7gDiI/AAAAAAAAAPU/l__lGHRD9LM/s400/IMG_0595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557756370953965090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When picking names you can't get yourself or your significant other&lt;br /&gt;- Items in the stocking have to be under a dollar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I got Matt D and he got me. And it's fair to say, he got me good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TSEeJY5hSVI/AAAAAAAAAPc/q2XM2FpO05E/s1600/IMG_0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TSEeJY5hSVI/AAAAAAAAAPc/q2XM2FpO05E/s400/IMG_0646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557756561803266386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my stocking was:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;6 crafty paper hats (one pictured)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a grow-an-ostrich in a plastic egg&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a weird foot shaped foot scrubber&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 small plastic skulls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a wooden exclamation point&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a monkey covering his eyes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a ramones-esque skull sticker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 koosh-ball looking animals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 stick on mustaches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HOME in sequins (Matt D read this as a creative spelling of "homey" apparently)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a pair of pom pom keychains (one has since been given to Matt D as a symbol of our friendship)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a tiny box of angry bunny stickers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a dog that kind of looks like a lion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a child size Miami Dolphins shot glass&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a matchbook of small candles &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a wooden letter K with markers to color it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;glittery monkey stickers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a nail file (because Matt D enjoys torturing me with flashbacks to Black Swan)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a modded Jake The Cowboy sticker book with Jake Gyllenhaal's face and added commentary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AND... the complete 98° discography. Three in my stocking and the last two wrapped as a present and marked "OPEN THIS LAST". That last one took a lot of dedication and apparently a lot of scouring through the bargain bins at Record Archive.  Now, whenever we carpool with MAMA's house—I'll bring the tunes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;And poor Bill had to wait through stockings and presentes before he was allowed to open the 3+ foot tall present Anna carried in for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/18376048" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time we were done with Christmas, it was barely over an hour until the New Year—which we rang in with Christmas Crackers, paper hats and champagne. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TSEizK1YsxI/AAAAAAAAAPk/i-t8as0lz1I/s1600/IMG_0606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TSEizK1YsxI/AAAAAAAAAPk/i-t8as0lz1I/s400/IMG_0606.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557761677628846866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TSEjSxD4SwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/mWcT9D-Gsls/s1600/IMG_0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TSEjSxD4SwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/mWcT9D-Gsls/s400/IMG_0624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557762220466129666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of wished someone had asked me to talk about Jefferson at this point—for my own version of Drunken History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TSEjO63bdII/AAAAAAAAAP0/QQcg0u-BVGw/s1600/IMG_0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TSEjO63bdII/AAAAAAAAAP0/QQcg0u-BVGw/s400/IMG_0626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557762154378785922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TSEi8NReX7I/AAAAAAAAAPs/7AVj2avL5ek/s1600/IMG_0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TSEi8NReX7I/AAAAAAAAAPs/7AVj2avL5ek/s400/IMG_0605.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557761832902352818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and PS: Still finding confetti EVERYWHERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-2978993722581774203?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/2978993722581774203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=2978993722581774203' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/2978993722581774203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/2978993722581774203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2011/01/merry-merry-happy-happy.html' title='merry merry. happy happy.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TSEd-R7gDiI/AAAAAAAAAPU/l__lGHRD9LM/s72-c/IMG_0595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-8390833159815442819</id><published>2011-01-01T13:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T13:06:07.694-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>on the whovian calendar: it's the year of the eleven</title><content type='html'>Happy 2011, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_le9zpeEVdF1qd4btzo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_le9zpeEVdF1qd4btzo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This makes me so happy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-8390833159815442819?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/8390833159815442819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=8390833159815442819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/8390833159815442819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/8390833159815442819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-whovian-calendar-its-year-of-eleven.html' title='on the whovian calendar: it&apos;s the year of the eleven'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-6828428556862899384</id><published>2010-12-31T15:15:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T18:36:24.087-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic con'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt d'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAMA&apos;s House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>happy happy 2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;2010. Sometimes it felt like it was flying by and others where it was positively dragging itself as though it's legs were broken. But when I look back at pictures, it's only the flying bits—which I am incredibly grateful for. I'm fortunate, in many ways. But what I remember most about 2010 is how fortunate I am for the amazing people I have in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TR46DWg88bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/tDiyIlI6Wnk/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TR46DWg88bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/tDiyIlI6Wnk/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556942819479581106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few firsts this year. First high school reunion, first trip to Denver (and first professional-type convention). I had my first try-out for roller derby and thusly my first knee injury (meniscus tear). Still, I got my first derby name (Frankie Dee Bruisevelt)—and my first time out as a non-skating official. With the obvious exceptions, firsts are fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TR46NkQ51xI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Ej9vLOq3Yuc/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TR46NkQ51xI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Ej9vLOq3Yuc/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556942994969057042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the things that happen every year. Holidays, birthdays, sunny days in San Diego in the middle of July. For the third year, Comic Con week was the thing I looked forward to the most and was not disappointed—a week in my favorite city with my favorite people surrounded by our favorite things. There are few things better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TR46kg-QO8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/adgAuQ5zjIA/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TR46kg-QO8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/adgAuQ5zjIA/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556943389222517698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had True Blood Sundays and a game night here and there. Shenanigans abound. These are the people I know I can count on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TR46sBqx2dI/AAAAAAAAAO8/uo_RhCbZ6gM/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TR46sBqx2dI/AAAAAAAAAO8/uo_RhCbZ6gM/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556943518258289106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also the summer (or year) of Scott Pilgrim. I don't think a movie has quite dominated my life in such a way. Jason Schwartzman signed my phone and I got to meet Edgar Wright outside a classy old theatre before the sneak preview. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TR46y4C__oI/AAAAAAAAAPE/kMcpPLGpaJ4/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TR46y4C__oI/AAAAAAAAAPE/kMcpPLGpaJ4/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556943635934609026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as far as the furry friends? It was a year of first there too for the smaller one. Clark had his first therapy visit, his first agility trial and a bunch of first place ribbons. And Maggie's had her best year yet. Coming from a neglectful home, learning to be a dog and relax and play has been a process. But this year she's come out of her shell. It's nice to be able to take her more places. I think she enjoys it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TR468vzFgKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/E8fgrGZqWzA/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TR468vzFgKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/E8fgrGZqWzA/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556943805519069346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy, happy, near year and here's to a lovely 2011. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-6828428556862899384?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/6828428556862899384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=6828428556862899384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/6828428556862899384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/6828428556862899384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-happy-2010.html' title='happy happy 2010.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TR46DWg88bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/tDiyIlI6Wnk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-6937462347384196916</id><published>2010-12-30T21:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T21:48:08.582-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robert webb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pandas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='never mind the buzzcocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noel fielding'/><title type='text'>you've got a bit of a panda vibe going on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TR1C0QSp8UI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cJia3QM7O2c/s1600/b00x53nz_640_360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TR1C0QSp8UI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cJia3QM7O2c/s400/b00x53nz_640_360.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556670980738904386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along with the Whovian episode and the Jedward disaster fest, this ensemble (with Cee Lo Green) has entered my top three episodes of Never Mind The Buzzcocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Pandas are absolute wankers."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-6937462347384196916?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/6937462347384196916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=6937462347384196916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/6937462347384196916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/6937462347384196916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/12/youve-got-bit-of-panda-vibe-going-on.html' title='you&apos;ve got a bit of a panda vibe going on.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TR1C0QSp8UI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cJia3QM7O2c/s72-c/b00x53nz_640_360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-3061677571797447834</id><published>2010-12-29T23:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T23:21:18.868-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='val'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAMA&apos;s House'/><title type='text'>i said hey! what's going on?</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite pre-holiday events?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwH-L8Jx5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/nxIbhzAMSlY/s1600/valdinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwH-L8Jx5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/nxIbhzAMSlY/s400/valdinner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556324805206722450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annual Val visit and the dinner that we celebrated it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where else can you sample shepherd's pie, mac and cheese and/or taco boats, find out that Anna's bed only holds five adults and get a 4 Non Blondes song stuck in your head forever?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-3061677571797447834?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/3061677571797447834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=3061677571797447834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3061677571797447834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3061677571797447834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-said-hey-whats-going-on.html' title='i said hey! what&apos;s going on?'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwH-L8Jx5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/nxIbhzAMSlY/s72-c/valdinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-5029141566705651876</id><published>2010-12-24T09:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T10:12:06.952-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>merry merry.</title><content type='html'>If you celebrate this holiday religiously or just for warmth and joy of being with your loved ones—Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little holiday mix I put together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Winter Wonderland | Phantom Planet - for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Oi To The World | No Doubt - Who doesn't like a punk vs. skins holiday carol? One of the most fun holiday songs, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Fairytale Of New York | Pogues &amp; Kristy MacColl - Shane MacGowan, 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Somewhere In My Memory | John Williams - Home Alone 2 is one of my favorite Christmas movies (after Santa Claus: The Movie of course) and in a recent discussion about which was better, the first Home Alone or the second... bird lady trumps shovel man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Carol of the Bells | Phantom Planet - Again, obvs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. White Wine In The Sun | Tim Minchin - Now one of my all time favorite Christmas songs. So incredibly witty and beautiful and I usually tear up at the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sleigh Ride | John Williams with The Boston Pops- Coming from a New Englander family—the Boston Pops have been a staple throughout my childhood memories of Christmas. This was always my favorite song as a kid because they make the whip sound  and someone makes a trombone whinny like a horse at the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Happy Xmas War is Over | Neil Diamond - They didn't have the John Lennon one on grooveshark and the fact that Neil Diamond covered this made me laugh. Oh, Neil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/widget.swf" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;playlistID=41225732&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/widget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="400"&lt;br /&gt;flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;playlistID=41225732&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-5029141566705651876?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/5029141566705651876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=5029141566705651876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5029141566705651876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5029141566705651876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-merry.html' title='merry merry.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-4089020354441661600</id><published>2010-12-12T21:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T22:09:14.431-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edgar wright'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kevin smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='british television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spaced'/><title type='text'>skip to the end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a full day of shopping with Anna and Jess, I came home to chill out and ended up listening to a &lt;a href="http://smodcast.com/smoviemakers/"&gt;Kevin Smith Smodcast—SMoviemakers&lt;/a&gt; with Edgar Wright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TQWI9kfieAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VlLRH7mhBMg/s400/spaced.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549992707153360898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I'm going to end up starting an epic rewatch of Spaced, because it's simply been too long and hearing Edgar talk about the process working up to that... I've got a renewed craving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I think Matt's still stoked to have been ahead of the curve on that one. I remember when it arrived on the doorstep from amazon.uk for his freshly de-regionalized DVD player our first Christmas. That was my gateway drug into British television. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No looking back, no regrets. Fried gold.&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/3895482614772264854-4089020354441661600?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/4089020354441661600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=4089020354441661600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/4089020354441661600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/4089020354441661600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/12/skip-to-end.html' title='skip to the end.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TQWI9kfieAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VlLRH7mhBMg/s72-c/spaced.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-5745005470666419563</id><published>2010-12-10T21:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T21:38:50.200-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bernie sanders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>my buddy bernie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TQLgcts_JuI/AAAAAAAAANM/wvnwNUr3sJ0/s1600/sanders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TQLgcts_JuI/AAAAAAAAANM/wvnwNUr3sJ0/s400/sanders.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549244474783114978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't have many living heroes. People who I greatly admire who can still surprise me with their selfless actions. But one of them is Bernie Sanders, who I would get all giddy about when he stopped by on Olbermann or Rachel Maddow. One of two Independents in the Senate, Senator Sanders is a Democratic Socialist—sharing my values about things like single payer healthcare, income equality, accessible and quality education (and I could go on and on). He makes me wish I lived in Vermont.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, the honorable Senator Sanders took to the floor of the Senate at 10:25am and eviscerated the proposed tax bill in what ended up being an 8.5 hour filibuster. He pointed out the ridiculous nature of giving tax cuts to the richest of the rich while the middle class in this country gets pushed further and further towards the poverty line. I tuned in on my C-SPAN radio app (YES, I HAVE A CSPAN APP—DEAL WITH IT) at the start and listened all the way through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the way through. Sitting at my desk, working and listening. Going home for lunch and listening. Getting home from work and watching on TV. Bernie was supporting me by speaking and I was going to support him by paying attention. Within 30 minutes of being home, I had sent emails to both of my own Senators—because in the end, that is what this about. Participating in your government.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where I really wish more people my age were like the young people in the UK. There should be rallies in the streets over this and so many other injustices that get passed because nobody cares, nobody bothers to understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness for people like Senator Sanders. At 28, I couldn't imagine talking for 8.5 hours and he did so passionately at the age of 69.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/12/10/bernie-sanders-filibuster_n_795087.html&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-5745005470666419563?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/5745005470666419563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=5745005470666419563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5745005470666419563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5745005470666419563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-buddy-bernie.html' title='my buddy bernie.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TQLgcts_JuI/AAAAAAAAANM/wvnwNUr3sJ0/s72-c/sanders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-4450015075416822471</id><published>2010-12-09T22:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T22:18:50.851-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='england'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='student protests'/><title type='text'>whose streets? our streets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TQGbd1IIKrI/AAAAAAAAANE/hrrEZEGf9gg/s1600/Increase-in-tuition-fees-008jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TQGbd1IIKrI/AAAAAAAAANE/hrrEZEGf9gg/s400/Increase-in-tuition-fees-008jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548887152676842162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It annoys and disappoints me to no end that this kind of protest doesn't happen here. American young adults are brainwashed into thinking the news and politics are boring and would rather watch Dancing With The Stars than stand up for their rights and protest the government cutting their education benefits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot justify tripling tuition in a country where you still pay an old lady to wear a shiny hat and live in a castle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-4450015075416822471?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/4450015075416822471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=4450015075416822471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/4450015075416822471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/4450015075416822471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/12/whose-streets-our-streets.html' title='whose streets? our streets.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TQGbd1IIKrI/AAAAAAAAANE/hrrEZEGf9gg/s72-c/Increase-in-tuition-fees-008jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-4771098312989098583</id><published>2010-12-08T23:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T23:57:55.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i really like christmas. it's sentimental i know, but i just really like it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Christmas time is here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TQBbTZT_77I/AAAAAAAAAMc/_HHpk5cbgiA/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TQBbTZT_77I/AAAAAAAAAMc/_HHpk5cbgiA/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548535129690861490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time for nerdy cheer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkita-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TQBbila0u0I/AAAAAAAAAMk/ofhP6mkmBFI/s400/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548535390638750530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Seriously though, I love our geek tree. It's the first time we've had a white pine. I like the long needles, but I wish the branches were stronger. I love that there's more than one Wolverine hidden among the white pine branches and we have classy, blown glass ornaments of Batman, Chewbacca and the Incredible Hulk. If I had to guess, there's probably an even percentage of DC and Marvel adornments, followed by Star Wars, Disney and then random awesomeness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the Simpsons...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TQBc1YUBckI/AAAAAAAAAMs/woWzNYgVOnQ/s400/photo%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548536813049705026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And some swanky, martini goodness thanks to Charles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TQBdQrlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAM0/1FZwr2g-NBs/s400/photo%2B%25283%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548537282079488562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a place for Wonder Woman to hang her hat.. er... tiara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TQBe9Rk9LyI/AAAAAAAAAM8/MojmQvV1-vs/s400/photo%2B%25286%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548539147703889698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for those other people out there who don't buy into the mythology, my favorite song of the season. You know, this... and Frosty the Snowman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fCNvZqpa-7Q?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/fCNvZqpa-7Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&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/3895482614772264854-4771098312989098583?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/4771098312989098583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=4771098312989098583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/4771098312989098583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/4771098312989098583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-really-like-christmas-its-sentimental.html' title='i really like christmas. it&apos;s sentimental i know, but i just really like it.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TQBbTZT_77I/AAAAAAAAAMc/_HHpk5cbgiA/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-25705949920254883</id><published>2010-12-01T22:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:11:00.407-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>sick puppy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There's nothing sadder than a sick dog. Especially one who gets so congested he snorts and then scares himself into a shaking stupor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs434.snc4/47714_100922826638645_100001627833086_4846_925426_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs434.snc4/47714_100922826638645_100001627833086_4846_925426_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know where he picked it up, but Clark got a cold. While I knew they existed, I never had a dog actually catch a cold before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little dogs with short, squat, little faces can have a cold turn into something real nasty, real quick. So after a trip to the vet, he's on antibiotics. He loves being on medicine. To him, he's thrilled to get a piece of cheese twice a day—who cares if it's stuffed with pills?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-25705949920254883?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/25705949920254883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=25705949920254883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/25705949920254883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/25705949920254883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/12/sick-puppy.html' title='sick puppy.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-1487269875686019656</id><published>2010-11-23T20:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:03:46.218-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>my brother in law is awesome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went and saw Josh's band play at the Bug Jar. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TOxxwUsd_kI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hN6N7ZJLcJM/s400/151009_680484571545_24400781_37369435_7409724_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542930316389121602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goons rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TOxyO9da3ZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/w-bSmAlzkTk/s400/154868_680483987715_24400781_37369405_5803984_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542930842727931282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of my favorite pictures I've taken with the Hipstamatic. Oh you little iPhone gem, you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-1487269875686019656?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/1487269875686019656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=1487269875686019656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/1487269875686019656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/1487269875686019656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-brother-in-law-is-awesome.html' title='my brother in law is awesome.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TOxxwUsd_kI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hN6N7ZJLcJM/s72-c/151009_680484571545_24400781_37369435_7409724_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-8587993495497339089</id><published>2010-11-09T22:48:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T23:04:38.973-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toronto'/><title type='text'>oh canada.</title><content type='html'>Can I just move to Toronto please, Canada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TNoY8uPt4uI/AAAAAAAAALs/4GUTvqhfhQI/s1600/photo%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TNoY8uPt4uI/AAAAAAAAALs/4GUTvqhfhQI/s400/photo%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537766123290616546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know.  I looked at your immigration site and I don't have a standing job offer, nor am I qualified in any of the careers you're actively recruiting for. But my other dream locale is San Diego and you're the only East Coast city I'd give up year round awesome weather for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TNoZS-jlY8I/AAAAAAAAAL0/_AwK4FoeX2U/s1600/toronto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TNoZS-jlY8I/AAAAAAAAAL0/_AwK4FoeX2U/s400/toronto2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537766505626035138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I do have family somewhere deep in the heart of French Canada... but I don't know if they'd sponsor me. You know, considering I haven't seen them since I was a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I love your city on the Lake, the great Tdot. And I grew up near New York. People go apeshit for it where I currently reside, but between you and me—it's allright. Toronto? Way more fun, way better vibe. Plus, you celebrated my arrival with a Day of the Dead festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TNoZnMIw2LI/AAAAAAAAAL8/phJNkKfvZyE/s1600/toronto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TNoZnMIw2LI/AAAAAAAAAL8/phJNkKfvZyE/s400/toronto1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537766852869019826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-8587993495497339089?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/8587993495497339089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=8587993495497339089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/8587993495497339089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/8587993495497339089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-canada.html' title='oh canada.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TNoY8uPt4uI/AAAAAAAAALs/4GUTvqhfhQI/s72-c/photo%2B%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-2345386546191484532</id><published>2010-09-26T10:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T15:55:31.376-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ridiculous amounts of food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexican beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yodeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oktoberfest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAMA&apos;s House'/><title type='text'>another reason why my friends &gt; your friends.</title><content type='html'>Matt was all about going to this year's Oktoberfest and when he floated the idea out to everyone at MAMA's house, they were game. I wasn't quite sure what to expect (aside from German food and plenty of beer). Needless to say, we had a blast. It wasn't just German food, but amazing German food—and plenty of beer under this giant tent at Camp Eastman. The music just kept going. Austrian singers, bands with those giant alp horns and this old man who yodeled. That has to be a dying art, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this guy who played accordion. He'd do traditional pieces, but then he'd also play to karaoke tracks of party songs? At least, I think that's what was happening. The thing was that he didn't know the words. So he'd kind of come in at the chorus and then fade out for the rest of the song. It was hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not as hilarious as the chicken dance—at least at our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/owSl2xTnWcM?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/owSl2xTnWcM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt D's interpretation of the Chicken Dance = pure awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Matt learned the chicken dance from the Bluth family." - Matt A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4T_2mUbne38?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/4T_2mUbne38?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/3895482614772264854-2345386546191484532?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/2345386546191484532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=2345386546191484532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/2345386546191484532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/2345386546191484532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/09/another-reason-why-my-friends-your.html' title='another reason why my friends &gt; your friends.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-8705875985393687378</id><published>2010-09-26T10:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T10:16:11.106-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gypsy punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song twenty-nine| favorite song at this time last year</title><content type='html'>This is where my memory fails. But I'm pretty sure I had Gogol Bordello in heavy rotation last fall. So I'm going to make an educated guess that this was my favorite song from roughly the same time last year. I love these guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sM1Ahn0Osjo?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/sM1Ahn0Osjo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event: Weezer - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to: Descendents - When I Get Old&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to: Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep: Palo Alto - Breathe In&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band: Phantom Planet - Lonely Day&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate: Nickelback - All of their songs&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure: Finn &amp; Jake - The Baby Song&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love: The Music Man/Robert Preston - Ya Got Trouble&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate: Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio: NPR/PRI/APM - Various Public Radio Themes&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio: Clash at Demonhead (Metric) - Black Sheep&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album: Phantom Planet - Dropped&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry: Frank Turner - Sons of Liberty &lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy: Charlotte Hatherley - Bastardo&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad: The Decemberists - Leslie Anne Levine &lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding: Frank Turner - To Take You Home&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral: The Weakerthans - Reconstruction Site&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh: The Mighty Boosh - Eels&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument: The Surfaris - Wipeout&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play: Green Day - Holiday&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty: Fall Out Boy - Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name...&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood: The Little Mermaid - Part of Your World&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year: Gogol Bordello - Start Wearing Purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it! A month of songs spread out over several! But now that's done. Whew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-8705875985393687378?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/8705875985393687378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=8705875985393687378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/8705875985393687378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/8705875985393687378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-song-day-song-twenty-nine-favorite.html' title='one song a day: song twenty-nine| favorite song at this time last year'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-8152846959187960276</id><published>2010-09-26T09:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T10:01:26.817-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little mermaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song twenty-nine| song from your childhood</title><content type='html'>The Little Mermaid was the first movie my parents took me to see when I was little and it was where I fell in love with animation and remains one of my favorite animated features to this day (though, Ariel loses out to Belle when it comes to favorite Disney movies). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ex3n6nFJbSo?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/Ex3n6nFJbSo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event: Weezer - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to: Descendents - When I Get Old&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to: Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep: Palo Alto - Breathe In&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band: Phantom Planet - Lonely Day&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate: Nickelback - All of their songs&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure: Finn &amp; Jake - The Baby Song&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love: The Music Man/Robert Preston - Ya Got Trouble&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate: Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio: NPR/PRI/APM - Various Public Radio Themes&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio: Clash at Demonhead (Metric) - Black Sheep&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album: Phantom Planet - Dropped&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry: Frank Turner - Sons of Liberty &lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy: Charlotte Hatherley - Bastardo&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad: The Decemberists - Leslie Anne Levine &lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding: Frank Turner - To Take You Home&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral: The Weakerthans - Reconstruction Site&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh: The Mighty Boosh - Eels&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument: The Surfaris - Wipeout&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play: Green Day - Holiday&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty: Fall Out Boy - Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name...&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood: The Little Mermaid - Part of Your World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-8152846959187960276?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/8152846959187960276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=8152846959187960276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/8152846959187960276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/8152846959187960276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-song-day-song-twenty-nine-song-from.html' title='one song a day: song twenty-nine| song from your childhood'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-3216845978698794572</id><published>2010-09-26T09:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T09:54:02.682-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song twenty-eight| song that makes you feel guilty</title><content type='html'>I feel so unbelievably guilty for liking this Fall Out Boy song, but I can't help it. It just gets in my head and lives there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3UPEvAW-n3M?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/3UPEvAW-n3M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event: Weezer - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to: Descendents - When I Get Old&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to: Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep: Palo Alto - Breathe In&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band: Phantom Planet - Lonely Day&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate: Nickelback - All of their songs&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure: Finn &amp; Jake - The Baby Song&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love: The Music Man/Robert Preston - Ya Got Trouble&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate: Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio: NPR/PRI/APM - Various Public Radio Themes&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio: Clash at Demonhead (Metric) - Black Sheep&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album: Phantom Planet - Dropped&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry: Frank Turner - Sons of Liberty &lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy: Charlotte Hatherley - Bastardo&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad: The Decemberists - Leslie Anne Levine &lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding: Frank Turner - To Take You Home&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral: The Weakerthans - Reconstruction Site&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh: The Mighty Boosh - Eels&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument: The Surfaris - Wipeout&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play: Green Day - Holiday&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty: Fall Out Boy - Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-3216845978698794572?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/3216845978698794572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=3216845978698794572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3216845978698794572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3216845978698794572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-song-day-song-twenty-eight-song.html' title='one song a day: song twenty-eight| song that makes you feel guilty'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-2124803409236946821</id><published>2010-09-26T09:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T09:45:51.150-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green day'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song twenty-seven| song you wish you could play</title><content type='html'>Any part of this song. Guitar. Drums. I wish I could do it. I need to get back to teaching myself guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_U2K1ski728?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/_U2K1ski728?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event: Weezer - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to: Descendents - When I Get Old&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to: Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep: Palo Alto - Breathe In&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band: Phantom Planet - Lonely Day&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate: Nickelback - All of their songs&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure: Finn &amp; Jake - The Baby Song&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love: The Music Man/Robert Preston - Ya Got Trouble&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate: Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio: NPR/PRI/APM - Various Public Radio Themes&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio: Clash at Demonhead (Metric) - Black Sheep&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album: Phantom Planet - Dropped&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry: Frank Turner - Sons of Liberty &lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy: Charlotte Hatherley - Bastardo&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad: The Decemberists - Leslie Anne Levine &lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding: Frank Turner - To Take You Home&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral: The Weakerthans - Reconstruction Site&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh: The Mighty Boosh - Eels&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument: The Surfaris - Wipeout&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play: Green Day - Holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-2124803409236946821?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/2124803409236946821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=2124803409236946821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/2124803409236946821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/2124803409236946821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-song-day-song-twenty-seven-song-you.html' title='one song a day: song twenty-seven| song you wish you could play'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-5180954430315672528</id><published>2010-09-26T09:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T09:20:36.306-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wipeout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song twenty-six| song that makes you can play on an instrument</title><content type='html'>Easy choice, because (sadly) this is it. I can play this on a guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W5D07c0dJuQ?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/W5D07c0dJuQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event: Weezer - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to: Descendents - When I Get Old&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to: Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep: Palo Alto - Breathe In&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band: Phantom Planet - Lonely Day&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate: Nickelback - All of their songs&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure: Finn &amp; Jake - The Baby Song&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love: The Music Man/Robert Preston - Ya Got Trouble&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate: Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio: NPR/PRI/APM - Various Public Radio Themes&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio: Clash at Demonhead (Metric) - Black Sheep&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album: Phantom Planet - Dropped&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry: Frank Turner - Sons of Liberty &lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy: Charlotte Hatherley - Bastardo&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad: The Decemberists - Leslie Anne Levine &lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding: Frank Turner - To Take You Home&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral: The Weakerthans - Reconstruction Site&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh: The Mighty Boosh - Eels&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument: The Surfaris - Wipeout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-5180954430315672528?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/5180954430315672528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=5180954430315672528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5180954430315672528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5180954430315672528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-song-day-song-twenty-four-song-that_6792.html' title='one song a day: song twenty-six| song that makes you can play on an instrument'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-5226049595130581026</id><published>2010-09-26T09:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T09:20:23.060-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the mighty boosh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eels'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song twenty-five| song that makes you laugh</title><content type='html'>It's the Mighty Boosh. What more can I say? (Except, I love you Noel Fielding!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0AckvdGbk4w?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/0AckvdGbk4w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event: Weezer - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to: Descendents - When I Get Old&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to: Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep: Palo Alto - Breathe In&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band: Phantom Planet - Lonely Day&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate: Nickelback - All of their songs&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure: Finn &amp; Jake - The Baby Song&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love: The Music Man/Robert Preston - Ya Got Trouble&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate: Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio: NPR/PRI/APM - Various Public Radio Themes&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio: Clash at Demonhead (Metric) - Black Sheep&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album: Phantom Planet - Dropped&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry: Frank Turner - Sons of Liberty &lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy: Charlotte Hatherley - Bastardo&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad: The Decemberists - Leslie Anne Levine &lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding: Frank Turner - To Take You Home&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral: The Weakerthans - Reconstruction Site&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh: The Mighty Boosh - Eels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-5226049595130581026?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/5226049595130581026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=5226049595130581026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5226049595130581026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5226049595130581026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-song-day-song-twenty-four-song-that_26.html' title='one song a day: song twenty-five| song that makes you laugh'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-5448842111294790341</id><published>2010-09-22T23:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:16:27.869-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the weakerthans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song twenty-four| song that you want to play at your funeral</title><content type='html'>You know, not even sure why. I didn't exactly have one in mind and when I was cruising through my iTunes, this stuck out to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iXMiPKBV17Q?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/iXMiPKBV17Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event: Weezer - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to: Descendents - When I Get Old&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to: Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep: Palo Alto - Breathe In&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band: Phantom Planet - Lonely Day&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate: Nickelback - All of their songs&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure: Finn &amp; Jake - The Baby Song&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love: The Music Man/Robert Preston - Ya Got Trouble&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate: Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio: NPR/PRI/APM - Various Public Radio Themes&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio: Clash at Demonhead (Metric) - Black Sheep&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album: Phantom Planet - Dropped&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry: Frank Turner - Sons of Liberty &lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy: Charlotte Hatherley - Bastardo&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad: The Decemberists - Leslie Anne Levine &lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding: Frank Turner - To Take You Home&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral: The Weakerthans - Reconstruction Site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-5448842111294790341?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/5448842111294790341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=5448842111294790341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5448842111294790341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5448842111294790341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-song-day-song-twenty-four-song-that.html' title='one song a day: song twenty-four| song that you want to play at your funeral'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-4604031411783695147</id><published>2010-09-22T22:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:14:48.203-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frank turner'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song twenty-three | song that you want to play at your wedding</title><content type='html'>I wish I had known this song existed before we got hitched. This totally would have been played and I would have done a happy dance along to this beautiful song. I suppose I could stretch heritages to get it to apply to Matt + me. Since his lineage stretches back to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; roots and mine tread along &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;French&lt;/span&gt; Canadian lines.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CCaxGavSvmw?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/CCaxGavSvmw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event: Weezer - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to: Descendents - When I Get Old&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to: Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep: Palo Alto - Breathe In&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band: Phantom Planet - Lonely Day&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate: Nickelback - All of their songs&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure: Finn &amp; Jake - The Baby Song&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love: The Music Man/Robert Preston - Ya Got Trouble&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate: Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio: NPR/PRI/APM - Various Public Radio Themes&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio: Clash at Demonhead (Metric) - Black Sheep&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album: Phantom Planet - Dropped&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry: Frank Turner - Sons of Liberty &lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy: Charlotte Hatherley - Bastardo&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad: The Decemberists - Leslie Anne Levine &lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding: Frank Turner - To Take You Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-4604031411783695147?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/4604031411783695147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=4604031411783695147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/4604031411783695147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/4604031411783695147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-song-day-song-twenty-two-song-that.html' title='one song a day: song twenty-three | song that you want to play at your wedding'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-231198407401709730</id><published>2010-09-22T22:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:14:15.372-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decemberists'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song twenty-two | song that you listen to when you’re sad</title><content type='html'>One of the saddest songs I have ever heard. If I want to kick sadness into downright depression, I listen to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ml0VI8VZO2U?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/ml0VI8VZO2U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event: Weezer - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to: Descendents - When I Get Old&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to: Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep: Palo Alto - Breathe In&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band: Phantom Planet - Lonely Day&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate: Nickelback - All of their songs&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure: Finn &amp; Jake - The Baby Song&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love: The Music Man/Robert Preston - Ya Got Trouble&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate: Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio: NPR/PRI/APM - Various Public Radio Themes&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio: Clash at Demonhead (Metric) - Black Sheep&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album: Phantom Planet - Dropped&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry: Frank Turner - Sons of Liberty &lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy: Charlotte Hatherley - Bastardo&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad: The Decemberists - Leslie Anne Levine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-231198407401709730?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/231198407401709730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=231198407401709730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/231198407401709730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/231198407401709730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-song-day-song-twenty-one-song-that.html' title='one song a day: song twenty-two | song that you listen to when you’re sad'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-4682300992673373524</id><published>2010-08-18T22:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:13:58.102-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edgar wright'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='england'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song twenty-one | song that you listen to when you’re happy</title><content type='html'>This song always makes me happy; despite the topic. It's just kind of pop-y, fun and I love the guitar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video make me even happier, as it's another work of art by the owner of my life right now, Edgar Wright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I move to England now, pls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JlEPVsmrB7U?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/JlEPVsmrB7U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event: Weezer - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to: Descendents - When I Get Old&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to: Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep: Palo Alto - Breathe In&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band: Phantom Planet - Lonely Day&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate: Nickelback - All of their songs&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure: Finn &amp; Jake - The Baby Song&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love: The Music Man/Robert Preston - Ya Got Trouble&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate: Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio: NPR/PRI/APM - Various Public Radio Themes&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio: Clash at Demonhead (Metric) - Black Sheep&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album: Phantom Planet - Dropped&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry: Frank Turner - Sons of Liberty &lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy: Charlotte Hatherley - Bastardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-4682300992673373524?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/4682300992673373524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=4682300992673373524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/4682300992673373524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/4682300992673373524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-song-day-song-twenty-song-that-you.html' title='one song a day: song twenty-one | song that you listen to when you’re happy'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-7158953861747681637</id><published>2010-08-18T21:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:13:30.006-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frank turner'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song twenty | song that you listen to when you’re angry</title><content type='html'>For some reason, the songs I listen to when I'm angry are these really march-y songs. Because it was between this and Green Day's "Holiday". But Frank pulled ahead, perhaps because of the fiddle (or guitar breakdown in this live version). That and he played this song live, dedicating it to Ben Franklin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dnGRI8jbgzw?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/dnGRI8jbgzw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So if ever a man should ask you for your business or your name&lt;br /&gt;Tell him to go and fuck himself, tell his friends to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;Because a man who'd trade his liberty for a safe and dreamless sleep&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't deserve the both of them, and neither shall he keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event: Weezer - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to: Descendents - When I Get Old&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to: Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep: Palo Alto - Breathe In&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band: Phantom Planet - Lonely Day&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate: Nickelback - All of their songs&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure: Finn &amp; Jake - The Baby Song&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love: The Music Man/Robert Preston - Ya Got Trouble&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate: Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio: NPR/PRI/APM - Various Public Radio Themes&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio: Clash at Demonhead (Metric) - Black Sheep&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album: Phantom Planet - Dropped&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry: Frank Turner - Sons of Liberty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-7158953861747681637?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/7158953861747681637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=7158953861747681637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/7158953861747681637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/7158953861747681637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-song-day-song-nineteen-song-that.html' title='one song a day: song twenty | song that you listen to when you’re angry'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-8324553715972363211</id><published>2010-08-18T21:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:13:08.642-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phantom planet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song nineteen | song from your favorite album</title><content type='html'>I love Raise the Dead, it is possibly my favorite Phantom Planet album (it runs neck and neck with the self-titled). But for as long as I've loved them, I didn't get to see them live until 2008, a few weeks before I got married. They were the first opening act for Panic At The Disco. They only played about 5 songs on stage, including this one—which wasn't even a single at the time. I about lost my freakin' mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the merch table after their set, I got to meet the guys and Alex cued me in to a post-Panic show out by the tour bus. And sure enough, after the headliner, Alex came out and took requests from the dedicated Phantom Planet fans gathered outside the Gordon Fieldhouse. It was like a camp singalong... only with way more awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tUbMLClxLEw?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/tUbMLClxLEw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event: Weezer - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to: Descendents - When I Get Old&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to: Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep: Palo Alto - Breathe In&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band: Phantom Planet - Lonely Day&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate: Nickelback - All of their songs&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure: Finn &amp; Jake - The Baby Song&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love: The Music Man/Robert Preston - Ya Got Trouble&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate: Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio: NPR/PRI/APM - Various Public Radio Themes&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio: Clash at Demonhead (Metric) - Black Sheep&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album: Phantom Planet - Dropped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry&lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-8324553715972363211?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/8324553715972363211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=8324553715972363211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/8324553715972363211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/8324553715972363211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-song-day-song-eighteen-song-from.html' title='one song a day: song nineteen | song from your favorite album'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-2521290264339551761</id><published>2010-08-14T13:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:12:36.217-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scott pilgrim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song eighteen | song that you wish you heard on the radio</title><content type='html'>Go see Scott Pilgrim VS The World. Now. It's amazing, it deserves happiness and I want to cover Bryan Lee O'Malley (for creating it) and Edgar Wright (for making it such an awesome movie) in kisses forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8cERG4rhhM?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/S8cERG4rhhM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE FULL VIDEO (Can't find a version that'll let me embed it): &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hfryF-wvHyg"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event: Weezer - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to: Descendents - When I Get Old&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to: Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep: Palo Alto - Breathe In&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band: Phantom Planet - Lonely Day&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate: Nickelback - All of their songs&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure: Finn &amp;amp; Jake - The Baby Song&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love: The Music Man/Robert Preston - Ya Got Trouble&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate: Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio: NPR/PRI/APM - Various Public Radio Themes&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio: Clash at Demonhead (Metric) - Black Sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry&lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-2521290264339551761?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/2521290264339551761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=2521290264339551761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/2521290264339551761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/2521290264339551761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-song-day-song-seventeen-song-that_14.html' title='one song a day: song eighteen | song that you wish you heard on the radio'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-7201661206041990112</id><published>2010-08-14T13:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T13:50:38.430-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='npr'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song seventeen | song that you hear often on the radio</title><content type='html'>I don't listen to much local radio, mainly because I find fake-DJ-voice insufferable. I occasionally listen to WBER, but usually if I'm in the mood for music, I've got my iPhone plugged into the car. However, I am a public radio addict. I love it. It's the only balanced news source out there and the non-news programming is awesome (much love to This American Life!). So this is the best clip I could find to support that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0MU6K8MBr78?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/0MU6K8MBr78?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event: Weezer - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to: Descendents - When I Get Old&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to: Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep: Palo Alto - Breathe In&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band: Phantom Planet - Lonely Day&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate: Nickelback - All of their songs&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure: Finn &amp; Jake - The Baby Song&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love: The Music Man/Robert Preston - Ya Got Trouble&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate: Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio: NPR/PRI/APM - Various Public Radio Themes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry&lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-7201661206041990112?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/7201661206041990112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=7201661206041990112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/7201661206041990112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/7201661206041990112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-song-day-song-seventeen-song-that.html' title='one song a day: song seventeen | song that you hear often on the radio'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-619678423216530754</id><published>2010-08-14T13:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T13:34:38.274-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='titanic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrible things I did in high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celine dion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my heart will go on'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song sixteen | song that you used to love but now hate</title><content type='html'>I was one of those crazy girls who saw Titanic 10+ times in high school. My Leonardo DiCaprio love knew no bounds. I used to tune into the radio, hoping, praying that they'd play the remix of this song with lines from the movie in it. If I had to listen to this song from start to finish now? I'd never stop screaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yd1uEvyzCmM?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/yd1uEvyzCmM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event: Weezer - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to: Descendents - When I Get Old&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to: Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep: Palo Alto - Breathe In&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band: Phantom Planet - Lonely Day&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate: Nickelback - All of their songs&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure: Finn &amp; Jake - The Baby Song&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love: The Music Man/Robert Preston - Ya Got Trouble&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate: Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry&lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-619678423216530754?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/619678423216530754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=619678423216530754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/619678423216530754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/619678423216530754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-song-day-song-sixteen-song-that-you.html' title='one song a day: song sixteen | song that you used to love but now hate'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-6060639881059237881</id><published>2010-08-11T21:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T21:51:38.295-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i break rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frank turner'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song fifteen |  song that describes you</title><content type='html'>Well, this is a problem. The song that best describes me already holds the "Day One" spot. But it's kind of the best fit and I wouldn't feel honest putting anything else here. So, I'm going to put it, but I'll put a secondary, so there's a bit of something new with the entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jsk_AxAsprs?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/Jsk_AxAsprs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so another one. Nearly as good, but not as fitting as Frank. Hm. You know what.. no. Nothing else is holding up. So yeah, enjoy the live version. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event: Weezer - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to: Descendents - When I Get Old&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to: Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep: Palo Alto - Breathe In&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band: Phantom Planet - Lonely Day&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate: Nickelback - All of their songs&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure: Finn &amp; Jake - The Baby Song&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love - The Music Man/Robert Preston - Ya Got Trouble&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you - Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry&lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-6060639881059237881?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/6060639881059237881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=6060639881059237881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/6060639881059237881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/6060639881059237881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-song-day-song-fifteen-song-that.html' title='one song a day: song fifteen |  song that describes you'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-9081593921975245388</id><published>2010-08-08T10:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:44:50.184-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song fourteen | song that no one would expect you to love</title><content type='html'>Of the Golden Age of American musicals, this is my favorite (and apparently it's Seth McFarlane's favorite too—songs often making appearances in episodes of Family Guy). Watching Harold Hill as he charms and cons an entire town echos everything from politics to advertising. Creating false problems so that you can offer the solution (at a cost, of course). And while what he's doing is so devious in nature, you can't help but admire his cunning—even if it's through song. Every time I see someone on the right give a speech, I can't help but think of Harold Hill (though, with far less flair).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s60hOgqLFGg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;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/s60hOgqLFGg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event: Weezer - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to: Descendents - When I Get Old&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to: Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep: Palo Alto - Breathe In&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band: Phantom Planet - Lonely Day&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate: Nickelback - All of their songs&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure: Finn &amp; Jake - The Baby Song&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love - The Music Man/Robert Preston - Ya Got Trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry&lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-9081593921975245388?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/9081593921975245388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=9081593921975245388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/9081593921975245388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/9081593921975245388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-song-day-song-fourteen-song-that-no.html' title='one song a day: song fourteen | song that no one would expect you to love'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-1530296350694156151</id><published>2010-08-08T00:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:45:03.485-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby feet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure time'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song thirteen | song that is a guilty pleasure</title><content type='html'>This is a lie. I don't even really feel guilty for loving this song. Suck it, internet meme. I love auto-tune Finn and I'm proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4VuQ48_dTT4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;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/4VuQ48_dTT4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event: Weezer - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to: Descendents - When I Get Old&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to: Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep: Palo Alto - Breathe In&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band: Phantom Planet - Lonely Day&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate: Nickelback - All of their songs&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure: Finn &amp; Jake - The Baby Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry&lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-1530296350694156151?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/1530296350694156151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=1530296350694156151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/1530296350694156151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/1530296350694156151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-song-day-song-twelve-song-that-is.html' title='one song a day: song thirteen | song that is a guilty pleasure'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-6399355585671229948</id><published>2010-08-01T10:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T10:45:36.336-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song twelve | song from a band you hate</title><content type='html'>Nickelback is the worst band ever. Ever. Ever, ever, ever, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all their songs sound the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v2pXfAK8r1k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;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/v2pXfAK8r1k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event: Weezer - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to: Descendents - When I Get Old&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to: Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep: Palo Alto - Breathe In&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band: Phantom Planet - Lonely Day&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate: Nickelback - All of their songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry&lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-6399355585671229948?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/6399355585671229948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=6399355585671229948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/6399355585671229948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/6399355585671229948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-song-day-song-twelve-song-from-band.html' title='one song a day: song twelve | song from a band you hate'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-6171638905634289773</id><published>2010-07-31T12:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T16:20:34.099-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phantom planet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song eleven | song from your favorite band</title><content type='html'>Phantom Planet has been my favorite band since... early college? Must be, this video is circa 2002. Anyway, Lonely Day was the first Phantom Planet song I ever heard and it sent me on the quest to track down the album and started my SoCal power pop obsession. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video got my all nostalgic: since both JB and Jason were still in the band when this was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JeFzvePcsqE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;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/JeFzvePcsqE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event: Weezer - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to: Descendents - When I Get Old&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to: Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep: Palo Alto - Breathe In&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band: Phantom Planet - Lonely Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry&lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-6171638905634289773?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/6171638905634289773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=6171638905634289773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/6171638905634289773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/6171638905634289773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-song-day-song-eleven-song-from-your.html' title='one song a day: song eleven | song from your favorite band'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-2382921739289519824</id><published>2010-07-31T12:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T12:06:21.557-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palo alto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hellboy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song ten | song that makes you fall asleep</title><content type='html'>I first heard a snippet of this song while watching Hellboy and immediately hit the internet to find out who the band was and got the CD. This being back when I was at RIT and Anna and I left our respective computers to softly play music at night when we slept... Heroes and Villains (the album) was in heavy rotation at nighty-night time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/515pkdGdyao&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;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/515pkdGdyao&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event: Weezer - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to: Descendents - When I Get Old&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to: Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep: Palo Alto - Breathe In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry&lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-2382921739289519824?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/2382921739289519824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=2382921739289519824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/2382921739289519824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/2382921739289519824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-song-day-song-ten-song-that-makes.html' title='one song a day: song ten | song that makes you fall asleep'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-6719570387856548400</id><published>2010-07-31T11:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T11:57:02.458-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song nine | song that you can dance to</title><content type='html'>Back from San Diego! That's a post in itself.. but for now, the list continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has been dancing in and out of my head since May for some unknown reason. I kept hearing it on the radio, it was covered at my high school reunion and then it showed up here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N8SrX5jV5ik&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;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/N8SrX5jV5ik&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the Doctor can dance to it, so can I. Plus, &lt;3 Freddie Mercury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-jQ560bfOMI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;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/-jQ560bfOMI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event: Weezer - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to: Descendents - When I Get Old&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to: Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry&lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-6719570387856548400?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/6719570387856548400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=6719570387856548400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/6719570387856548400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/6719570387856548400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-song-day-song-nine-song-that-you.html' title='one song a day: song nine | song that you can dance to'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-9222365051885038380</id><published>2010-07-17T13:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T13:38:14.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing older'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='descendents'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song eight | song that you know all the words to</title><content type='html'>So I have a thing for songs about not growing up. So what? I think people who try to conform to the generally accepted idea of acting like "a grown up" are insufferably boring. And like Milo says..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;... I don't want to be like other adults, 'cause they've already died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for people who get hung up on growing up. Dr. Seuss pointed out that time only makes you grow old... growing up is a decision you make all on your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being boring. Step one, learn all the words to this song. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FFjnKo0BPqM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&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/FFjnKo0BPqM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event: Weezer - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to: Descendents - When I Get Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry&lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-9222365051885038380?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/9222365051885038380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=9222365051885038380' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/9222365051885038380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/9222365051885038380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-song-day-song-eight-song-that-you.html' title='one song a day: song eight | song that you know all the words to'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-2463835596740554073</id><published>2010-07-15T10:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T10:47:53.306-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weezer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song seven | song that reminds you of a certain event</title><content type='html'>This song reminds me of when I first drove home with my orange Pontiac Vibe. It was the first new-to-me car that I ever bought on my own. I made a CD of songs for the inaugural drive from Honeoye Falls to the Oxford University apartment and this was on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8MaHFUE_eT8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&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/8MaHFUE_eT8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event: Weezer - The Good Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry&lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-2463835596740554073?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/2463835596740554073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=2463835596740554073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/2463835596740554073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/2463835596740554073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-song-day-song-seven-song-that.html' title='one song a day: song seven | song that reminds you of a certain event'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-1122501184920372938</id><published>2010-07-13T20:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T20:44:44.492-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san diego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rooney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song six | song that reminds your of somewhere</title><content type='html'>This song reminds me of San Diego... and California in general. It's always on my iPod/Phone and listened to at some point while I'm on the West Coast. And I mean, come on... look at the video. It's total California-lust porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jB809oiPE1c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&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/jB809oiPE1c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere: Rooney - Blueside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry&lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-1122501184920372938?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/1122501184920372938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=1122501184920372938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/1122501184920372938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/1122501184920372938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-song-day-song-six-song-that-reminds.html' title='one song a day: song six | song that reminds your of somewhere'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-8827992426890956635</id><published>2010-07-12T19:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:03:17.593-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the weakerthans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song five | song that reminds your of someone</title><content type='html'>This is another one of the contenders for favorite song, but it fit so perfectly here because it reminds me of Matt. Less than a month into dating, he burned this song to a CD for me because he said it reminded him of us. And it did, it has and I think it always will. It's one of the most down to earth love songs by one of our favorite bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on our wedding bands, without speaking to each other about it ahead of time, we had the same line engraved on the inside of the rings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm so glad that you exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bummer? Not a fan of the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lhBdyL2Py-s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&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/lhBdyL2Py-s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Awakening/Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone: The Weakerthans - The Reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry&lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-8827992426890956635?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/8827992426890956635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=8827992426890956635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/8827992426890956635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/8827992426890956635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-song-day-song-five-song-that.html' title='one song a day: song five | song that reminds your of someone'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-5138215291582308759</id><published>2010-07-11T11:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T11:37:55.358-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring awakening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicals'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song four | song that makes you sad</title><content type='html'>I love musicals. It's one of those weird things that sometimes people don't expect me to like. But I admit, I'm a musical snob. I'd never set foot in a theatre for something like "Legally Blonde: The Musical". And with so much garbage on Broadway because people won't take chances and just spend money on things they are familiar with as movies... shows like where my song today comes from, get overlooked by the masses. Which is a shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was incredibly fortunate to see it twice; once on Broadway the weekend Matt and I got engaged. That was with the original Broadway cast, including Lea Michelle (now on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt;) and  Johnathan Groff (who guest starred on &lt;i&gt;Glee&lt;/i&gt; this past season). The second time I saw it, it was the travelling show and we got stage seating, which was one of the most amazing experiences in my life (again, total musical nerd). When you sit on stage, they give you a little rundown before the show starts of what you can and cannot do ( so you don't bother the actors or spoil the show in any way). One of the things is that you can't sing along because the microphones will pick it up. That wasn't a problem, I can control that. But when it gets to this part of the show, where today's song comes from, I was struggling not to audibly cry. Nobody needed that going across the sound system. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(SPRING AWAKENING SPOILERS AHEAD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this song makes me so incredibly sad because it's sung by the lead, Melchior, at the funeral for his best friend, the tortured character of Moritz—to the parents who had treated the delicate Moritz so coldly. Groff's voice is hauntingly beautiful and cuts me to the core. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And all of the crying you wouldn't understand. You just let him cry, 'make a man out of him.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2oxt2gaGLzs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2oxt2gaGLzs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Day 03. A song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad: Spring Aw&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;akening/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Johnathan Groff - Left Behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry&lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-5138215291582308759?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/5138215291582308759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=5138215291582308759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5138215291582308759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5138215291582308759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-song-day-song-four-song-that-makes.html' title='one song a day: song four | song that makes you sad'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-4158932594592352238</id><published>2010-07-10T10:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T10:54:07.811-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the hold steady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song three | song that makes you happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The Hold Steady is a band Matt introduced me to when he became obsessed with them—and for good reason, they're fucking amazing. In the past few years, I've seen them live more than any other band in my life and their shows are always amazing. This is my favorite Hold Steady song, I love the lyrics and just the general feeling of the song, the up and down, the build up and the quiet. And every time I hear it, I turn it up and every time we've seen the Hold Steady, they've played it and I sing along at the top of my lungs. Craig Finn is incredible on stage, he always looks like he's having the time of his life and that &lt;/span&gt;makes&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; a live performance. Remembering how that feels, hearing your favorite song played live, just brings that rush of happiness each time I heard it, no matter where I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We're just dust in the spotlight, we're just kind of floating.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Icojfyk8dis&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Icojfyk8dis&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Day 03. A song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;that makes you happy: The Hold Steady - Slapped Actress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry&lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-4158932594592352238?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/4158932594592352238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=4158932594592352238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/4158932594592352238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/4158932594592352238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-song-day-song-three-song-that-makes.html' title='one song a day: song three | song that makes you happy'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-1578707639261706606</id><published>2010-07-09T17:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T18:00:03.130-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song two | least favorite song</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Okay, least favorite song. I don't like this song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;a. Because it's bad 90's R&amp;amp;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;b. Because it's the the song the stupid people in my class voted in as the theme song for the Junior Ring Dance (what folks in other places call Junior Prom).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;It just reminds me of everything I hated about high school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v4pL_OZ9LAE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v4pL_OZ9LAE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song: Joe - Don't Wanna Be A Player No More&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Day 03. A song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry&lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-1578707639261706606?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/1578707639261706606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=1578707639261706606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/1578707639261706606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/1578707639261706606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-song-day-song-two-least-favorite.html' title='one song a day: song two | least favorite song'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-5012356538884179589</id><published>2010-07-08T23:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:26:46.674-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song a day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frank turner'/><title type='text'>one song a day: song one | favorite song</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;I snagged this from an old livejournal friend. It seemed musical and/or fun.&lt;br /&gt;So, day one, favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;This was the first song that came to mind and I was going back and forth if I should pull it out and use it right away because it fits into some of the other categories. And I suppose that's why it's my favorite song. (And get ready, you're going to see Frank Turner all over this list.) It makes me happy, it makes me sad, I know all the words, it's a song I wish I could play, it makes me guilty, it describes me and I could dance to it all day long. Most of all, it makes me think. Hearing this song is a reminder about the ideas that are important to me. Sometimes I feel surrounded by a world obsessed with pretense, image, status and all the other useless things that people make a mad grab for to feel important... and Frank just grounds me with this amazing song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't sit down. I won't shut up and most of all I will not grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mQMVHhxTtLc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mQMVHhxTtLc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 01. Your favorite song: Frank Turner - Photosynthesis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 02. Your least favorite song&lt;br /&gt;Day 03. A song that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 04. A song that makes you sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone&lt;br /&gt;Day 06. A song that reminds you of somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Day 07. A song that reminds you of a certain event&lt;br /&gt;Day 08. A song that you know all the words to&lt;br /&gt;Day 09. A song that you can dance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 10. A song that makes you fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Day 11. A song from your favorite band&lt;br /&gt;Day 12. A song from a band you hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 13. A song that is a guilty pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Day 14. A song that no one would expect you to love&lt;br /&gt;Day 15. A song that describes you&lt;br /&gt;Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 19. A song from your favorite album&lt;br /&gt;Day 20. A song that you listen to when you’re angry&lt;br /&gt;Day 21. A song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22. A song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 23. A song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 24. A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;Day 25. A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 26. A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27. A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28. A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29. A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30. Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-5012356538884179589?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/5012356538884179589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=5012356538884179589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5012356538884179589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5012356538884179589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-song-day-song-one-favorite-song.html' title='one song a day: song one | favorite song'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-9131001805220875327</id><published>2010-07-03T22:31:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T00:21:34.970-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='june'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAMA&apos;s House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tricerabration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how conference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='therapy dogs'/><title type='text'>where did june go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I sit here watching neighborhood fireworks through the front window, I can't believe we're already three days into July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what happened in the fleeting month of June? A heck of a lot, actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOW DESIGN CONFERENCE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TC_0wyJBQfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rq5bHBGrd08/s400/conf-logo-2010.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489875589718426098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 88px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, back in January (at least I think it was January) I found out that I was going to be one of three designers from work sent to the annual HOW Design Conference. While that was exciting on its own—the fact that his year's conference was in Denver added to the thrill. It was my first time visiting the city and I do love me some urban exploring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TC_7EcuswxI/AAAAAAAAAKg/zbDvTHl_f0Y/s400/100_0378.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489882524638036754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denver is an amazing city. It's incredibly easy to get around sans-automobile and outside of conference time—there was a lot to see and do. Taking a cue from my foodie husband, I looked up some places to check out meal-wise before we left. My favorite (which we visited twice during those 4 days) was Steuben's. I almost felt bad eating there without Matt because it's the kind of place he dreams about opening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TC_5iQ_UWfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ryv6KtGQoq0/s400/100_0355.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489880837859334642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Rockies game, a free pedicab ride, a near-empty Coyote Ugly franchise on a Monday night and an accidental stumbling into a dueling piano bar—Denver nightlife served us well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TC_7aR9913I/AAAAAAAAAKo/0B6mTKjHHgM/s400/sarakara.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489882899706402674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The conference? A blast. Like Comic-Con for graphic designers. It was a creative gut-check and kick in the pants to get busy making things. In fact, most of the lessons/inspiration I took home with me related to things to do outside of work to be a happier creative sort overall. I was a bookshop fiend and used my SDCC skills to load up on awesome swag in the resource room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TC_7yHAqc7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/tCRcMS2CZ3A/s400/threadlesspanel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489883309081785266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;DOGS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maggie, Clark and I spent a Saturday morning walking for a good cause—the Rochester Animal Services shelter. It was a fun day in the park near Verona Street followed by an interesting walk around the area about Frontier Field. Maggie, who is still a work in progress when it comes to socializing with strange dogs, did incredibly well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TC_9Vt8PRwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/YnADDkKKdUE/s400/maggiewalk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489885020339259138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clark is an agility superstar. The day after the walk, we went to Amherst for his second agility trial and he placed 1st in all three events and earned his Novice title, moving up to Open in Standard and JWW. His therapy work has been wonderful as well. Because of some scheduling conflicts, we had to skip one of our regular visits and got to go to a new place. He loves it and people respond well to him. Like any good athlete, he has his charity work. Hah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TC_-_CpdDsI/AAAAAAAAALA/j3x8zr-f61s/s400/Clark_Agility.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489886829783879362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;TRICERABRATION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;MAMA's house continued it's excellent party throwing streak, celebrating not just Halloween this year, but the 17th anniversary of Jurassic Park with their Tricerabration picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4715985475_b60127dd68.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite dino-themed dishes were Anna's mom's dino egg (a hollowed out melon with lemon and vanilla pudding) and the idea of Eric's dino-nugget and tater tot diorama (only existing as an idea, as putting it together would have involved touching everyone's food). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4027/4715967495_b5e05a50d9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We brought over the firepit and as the sun went down, MAMA's house broke that out. I love campfires, the building of them and the socializing around them. Especially on those perfect summer nights where it's just chilly enough for the fire to be comfortable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;iPHONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I usually don't like to facebrag (or since this is a blog and not facebook... I guess it's blogbrag?)... but I've been looking forward to this since the first speculation of a new phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My iPhone 4, I loves it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;HIGH SCHOOL REUNION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ten years? Already. GTFO. But apparently it has been. I originally was dead set against going, mainly because there was apparently some folks butthurt about not having prom on a boat, so they were making up for that by booking the reunion on some river-faring vessel. But Ali and Jen tempted me with the promises of much laughter... and I went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the river booze cruise wasn't everyone's cup of tea, we put together a picnic the afternoon of at my dad's house. What a great time! Saw people I hadn't seen in ages, got to meet significant others and offspring and catch up with old friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TDAMLVpP_WI/AAAAAAAAALI/fbkA0eCOl0k/s400/reuniongirls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489901334692887906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boat... surprisingly fun! Former nay-sayers changed their mind at the picnic and our group took over the top deck. Got to see more folks I'd all but lost touch with and drank my $50 in liquor at least. We followed up the boatride with a few drinks at The Steel House and Mariners (oh, camp memories) and then Ali, Tom, Claire, Matt &amp;amp; I retired to Michael's Diner until we called our DD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;TELEVISION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer TV, endings and beginnings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June brought the end of the new season of Doctor Who and it was so bloody brilliant. Matt Smith is my favorite Doctor, hands down. There's a Tennant episode of WXXI right now and while it's a great one (Silence in the Library), he's just not as fun as Smith. Look at him dance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7MB88-aprXI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7MB88-aprXI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for the Christmas episode. However, there is something to fill the gap. True Blood is back and so are the odd theme nights that go along with them at the Austin house. Matt found a cake weck at Tops that we passed off as an &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KTQODXU0UtU"&gt;AIDSburger&lt;/a&gt; cake. True Blood is fantastic and over the top, never taking itself too seriously. Though, I could have done without the end scene of the third episode. Some things you just can't unsee, I suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And July? It's going to be the best month yet. I don't have a full week of work until August due to things like 4th of July, my birthday shenanigans and, of course, Comic Con. This year Matt &amp;amp; I and the boys are all flying out together. Matt took me to see Tron at the Dryden tonight to properly prepare me for the awesomeness all over San Diego that is Tron Legacy and Anna and I have agreed to celebrate our birthdays proper in the Gaslamp Quarter (saving our birthday wishes for Comic-Con week). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-9131001805220875327?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/9131001805220875327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=9131001805220875327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/9131001805220875327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/9131001805220875327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-did-june-go.html' title='where did june go?'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TC_0wyJBQfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rq5bHBGrd08/s72-c/conf-logo-2010.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-1751282837065852397</id><published>2010-05-29T20:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T20:45:47.096-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexican beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish tacos'/><title type='text'>mmmm. zzzzz.</title><content type='html'>A bit of gardening, a bit of napping, homemade fish tacos and Tecate with the boy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Saturdays. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-1751282837065852397?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/1751282837065852397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=1751282837065852397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/1751282837065852397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/1751282837065852397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/05/mmmm-zzzzz.html' title='mmmm. zzzzz.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-5454181646758985358</id><published>2010-05-13T23:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:54:36.650-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='british radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charlie brooker'/><title type='text'>heaven is a place on earth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pauseliveaction.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/charlie-brooker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 236px;" src="http://pauseliveaction.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/charlie-brooker.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On his radio show, Charlie Brooker proposed the best idea for a reality show ever and now I'm obsessed with it. The show's called "Heaven Is A Place On Earth". Where you find people undergoing operations, wait until they come 'round and you convince them they've died on the table. Then they get to meet John Lennon, Einstein, people in masks etc.. and see how long you can keep the act up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reality tv fakes love, adventure and self-respect... why not fake death?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-5454181646758985358?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/5454181646758985358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=5454181646758985358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5454181646758985358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5454181646758985358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/05/heaven-is-place-on-earth.html' title='heaven is a place on earth.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-659604903440097180</id><published>2010-04-12T23:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:53:04.711-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queen city roller girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the hold steady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mondays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roller derby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roc city roller derby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>monday. monday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's a surefire cure for the Mondays:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/S8Po4duqumI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sBueaPoJZBk/s400/photo+(1).jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459463230053857890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Hold Steady at the Club at Waterstreet. I love the club side at Waterstreet, but not as much as I love the Hold Steady. We just saw them in Syracuse Saturday night and that show had been kind of a let down. I like their slower songs... but not in concert. Tonight blew doors down. Then again, I'm always partial to a show when the last song of the night is my absolute favorite song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/S8PpxI4AnLI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FlLO5h-oVps/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459464203708439730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roc City Roller Derby season tickets. How cool are these? I mean, besides the fact that they're season tickets... they're dog tags. You're looking at season ticket holder #180. I can wait for the season to properly start. We went to Buffalo a few weekends ago to check out QCRG—they were amazing and the set up at the Rainbow Rink is unreal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-659604903440097180?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/659604903440097180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=659604903440097180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/659604903440097180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/659604903440097180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/04/monday-monday.html' title='monday. monday.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/S8Po4duqumI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sBueaPoJZBk/s72-c/photo+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-3216659448656220736</id><published>2010-03-25T22:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:23:12.213-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentaries'/><title type='text'>part of your world.</title><content type='html'>I want to see this so bad. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EyeoyRjEiUU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EyeoyRjEiUU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those Tim Burton fans still sticking around after my previous post, watch this trailer to see the dark master circa 1981, whilst he was an animator working on The Fox and the Hound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-3216659448656220736?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/3216659448656220736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=3216659448656220736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3216659448656220736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3216659448656220736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/03/part-of-your-world.html' title='part of your world.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-3715915223855633614</id><published>2010-03-18T23:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:40:23.500-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ridiculous amounts of food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAMA&apos;s House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='st patricks day'/><title type='text'>family dinner time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/S6LxgdhZekI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KeGxumQscUk/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/S6LxgdhZekI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KeGxumQscUk/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450184039054539330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love big get togethers—here or at MAMA's house, doesn't matter. Tonight we celebrated a late St. Patty's day by gathering around the ol' library table at MAMA's house for a bounty of corned beef, cabbage, potatoes, shepherd's pie and more. Conversation worked it's way around in circles, somehow always arriving at Matt D with a turkey baster.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the best friends in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-3715915223855633614?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/3715915223855633614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=3715915223855633614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3715915223855633614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3715915223855633614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/03/family-dinner-time.html' title='family dinner time.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/S6LxgdhZekI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KeGxumQscUk/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-8253496494156366483</id><published>2010-03-04T17:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:23:18.959-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tim burton: idea recycler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big fish'/><title type='text'>FINALLY.</title><content type='html'>Usually I'm so utterly alone in my legendary disdain for Tim Burton. He gets credit for being some kind of genius when 99% of the time he's taking something that already exists and just making it creepier.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Big Fish is the only film of his I genuinely like, even Nightmare Before Xmas has lost it's lustre (Coraline also filled any gap left by not having a favorite Henry Sellick flick on my list.) But Big Fish departs from his usual formula and that's probably why. I don't even think Johnny Depp is in it. I know it sounds impossible, but it may be true. Wait. Maybe he's in the catfish outfit. DAMN YOU, BURTON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1929453&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" width="640" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1929453&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1929453&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="640" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px 0; text-align:center; width:640px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/videos"&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/pictures"&gt;funny pictures&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/"&gt;CollegeHumor&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px 0; text-align:center; width:640px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; width: 640px; "&gt;Matt D pointed me in the direction of this little gem too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="bbg_player" width="370" height="220" data="http://www.babelgum.com/embed/4025144" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.babelgum.com/embed/4025144" /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never" /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; width: 640px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-8253496494156366483?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/8253496494156366483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=8253496494156366483' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/8253496494156366483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/8253496494156366483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally.html' title='FINALLY.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-2908028837086656317</id><published>2010-03-01T22:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:32:38.200-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flogging molly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frank turner'/><title type='text'>a concert where frank turner and some others play.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the fall, we bought tickets for a show at Water Street, based on the presumption that two of our favorite bands/singers would be there. The first was Murder By Death, who I've seen a few times before. The second was Frank Turner, who I'd never seen and was completely obsessed with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A week or so before the show, he dropped off the tour. I was crushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So when the Flogging Molly tour was announced with Frank as one of the supporting acts, I was there. So there... despite not being much of a Flogging Molly fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A truly awful band took the stage first. The Architects. It was like bad butt rock straight from the 80's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The following tweets were twittered:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seriously, The Architects? What year is this? Or have I fallen victim to a hot tub time machine?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. The suck has ended."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(112, 60, 51); line-height: 13px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When the suck had indeed ended, Frank Turner came out with his full band. It was amazing. How often does Ben Franklin get a shout out during a rock show? Not often enough. But apparently the song that followed the historical reference really pissed off the drunk kid in front of me and he held his swaying fists up with both middle fingers extended. It was funny, until he continued to do so well into the next song. My favorite song; completely non-political. A god damn love song. It was impossible to record without his meaty fist cutting in and out of the shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Regardless, I'm so glad he sang this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9842930&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9842930&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As for Flogging Molly... who cares? I have nothing against the band, but the crowd had done wonders to turn me off to the headliner. These are people who crawl out of their caves once or twice a year to go to a show that's not in a stadium. They don't know how to act when you're standing on the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've realized that what I don't like about Flogging Molly fans is the same thing I don't like about people who are really into Jimmy Buffet. These are people pretending to be Irish, like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Parrotheads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; pretend they're all going to end up living on a beach some day. This was made crystal clear when Dave King commented that the next song was about the Irish being sent to Barbados by the thousands. This Cromwellian act was cheered. Cheered to the point that King had to point out this was part of a greater plan to wipe out the Irish race to get the appropriate "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;booo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" from the gathered masses. Yeah, that wasn't a cruise so much as forced indentured servitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Matt and I wandered back to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;merch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; tables and with the ATM out of cash and a tenner between us, I got 7-inch from Frank Turner... directly. He signed the cover, my heart raced and I babbled something about how much I love his music and he was just English and adorable and reached out to shake my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/S43IOdrCNdI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5mJvqx5UFoc/s1600-h/frankturner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/S43IOdrCNdI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5mJvqx5UFoc/s400/frankturner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444227675369649618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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play.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/S43IOdrCNdI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5mJvqx5UFoc/s72-c/frankturner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-4333062008433505074</id><published>2010-02-27T10:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T10:12:04.642-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='layout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>a change of scenery.</title><content type='html'>A new blog layout and I am most pleased.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-4333062008433505074?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/4333062008433505074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=4333062008433505074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/4333062008433505074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/4333062008433505074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/02/change-of-scenery.html' title='a change of scenery.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-838015134723733629</id><published>2010-02-13T18:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T18:58:41.050-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the great one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='99'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><title type='text'>it's just not a mystery.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everytime Bob Costas teased that noone knew who would light the Olympic cauldron last night, I cringed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Canada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/S3c8VjTWC7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/hDymNUnLc68/s400/gretzky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437881416024460210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's going to be Wayne Gretzky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-838015134723733629?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/838015134723733629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=838015134723733629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/838015134723733629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/838015134723733629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-just-not-mystery.html' title='it&apos;s just not a mystery.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/S3c8VjTWC7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/hDymNUnLc68/s72-c/gretzky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-5494932911600588462</id><published>2010-02-08T17:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:54:24.539-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthony bourdain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hudson valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rare cool things that happen where i grew up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no reservations'/><title type='text'>hudson valley bourdain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs142.snc3/16942_299070531261_7774036261_3981687_1145218_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs142.snc3/16942_299070531261_7774036261_3981687_1145218_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm excited because apparently tonight's episode of No Reservations is all about exploring the land of my youth, the Hudson Valley. The little pocket of New York I so often have to describe to people as halfway between Albany and New York City. Mohonk is supposedly featured in the episode, which is pretty cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-5494932911600588462?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/5494932911600588462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=5494932911600588462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5494932911600588462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5494932911600588462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/02/hudson-valley-bourdain.html' title='hudson valley bourdain.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-3720060571491555702</id><published>2010-01-30T12:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:00:30.621-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anglophile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='british television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='channel 4'/><title type='text'>if i can't move to california, the uk would do.</title><content type='html'>My nights with American television are few and far between, especially now that we've found a great source for more British imports (you do what you can, BBC America and I love you for it). Matt and I are currently catching up on a Heroes-ish show called The Misfits.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's fun and I already love the Irish kid and the creeper who looks like the singer from Joy Division*. Funny thing is, I've never actually watched Heroes. I missed that train when it started and I don't like jumping into the middle of something like that. Sure, the seasons are all on Netflix, so I don't have much of an excuse —one day, I suppose, one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the opening credits for Misfits is pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Utm7PDhZ5E&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/_Utm7PDhZ5E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;small&gt;*He also played Moritz in the London production of Spring Awakening. Everything's connected.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-3720060571491555702?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/3720060571491555702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=3720060571491555702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3720060571491555702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3720060571491555702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-i-cant-move-to-california-uk-would.html' title='if i can&apos;t move to california, the uk would do.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-5937102450521317450</id><published>2010-01-29T18:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T18:38:48.056-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san diego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no more snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter hatred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thaw please'/><title type='text'>four seasons are for phonies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/S2NxOII_DuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8zZ8oSVI8qQ/s1600-h/california.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will not miss snow. Everytime I bring up my hatred of winter and thus, my wanting to move to Southern California people go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh you just wait, you're going to miss having four seasons."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/S2Nw_c31xII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VyTo4nWz6qA/s400/snow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432309810923422850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really won't. Not even a little. It's like someone else telling me what my favorite color should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three-hundred and fifty-eight days out of the year I miss the Pacific Ocean, reliably warm weather and that part of 163 that cuts through Balboa Park. I miss Dog Beach, Ocean Beach and the pier. I miss truly amazing fish tacos, In-N-Out and real Mexican food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/S2NxOII_DuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8zZ8oSVI8qQ/s400/california.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432310063056228066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world at large thinks that the trip to California in July is only fueled by nerd-lust for Comic Con. Sadly, it's my one week of the year where I feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-5937102450521317450?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/5937102450521317450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=5937102450521317450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5937102450521317450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5937102450521317450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/01/four-seasons-are-for-phonies.html' title='four seasons are for phonies.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/S2Nw_c31xII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VyTo4nWz6qA/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-282849594766925223</id><published>2010-01-26T23:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:07:48.151-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring awakening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rochester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicals'/><title type='text'>she said love may make you blind, kid.</title><content type='html'>Spring Awakening is coming to Rochester...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rqYT07as_Y4&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/rqYT07as_Y4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... and that is amazing in its own right. But if you watch the above video, note the risers on the sides of the stage with people sitting there. That is where Matt and I will be sitting for the Valentine's Day matinee show. I'm so freakin' excited, there aren't words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spring Awakening was part of the NYC trip that Matt put together when he asked me to marry him. In fact, that's was what we did the evening after we got engaged in Central Park. So it's special for that reason. It's also special because it's one of those rare musicals we both enjoy (instead of me thoroughly enjoying and Matt barely stomaching). It's not fluff (ie: not based on a Reese Witherspoon movie), the music is fantastic, the performances just suck you right into the story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gushing. I can't help it. I'm a musical nerd/snob and I just adore this show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-282849594766925223?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/282849594766925223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=282849594766925223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/282849594766925223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/282849594766925223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/01/she-said-love-may-make-you-blind-kid.html' title='she said love may make you blind, kid.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-7883066755966810258</id><published>2010-01-23T19:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:27:58.726-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seewackamano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer of 1989'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome sunglasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cycling shirts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brought a microphone from home to the camp lip sync'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage kara'/><title type='text'>in case anyone was wondering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/180/398169917_d93ed66eb7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 360px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/180/398169917_d93ed66eb7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I've always been this eff-ing cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-7883066755966810258?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/7883066755966810258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=7883066755966810258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/7883066755966810258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/7883066755966810258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-case-anyone-was-wondering.html' title='in case anyone was wondering...'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/180/398169917_d93ed66eb7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-9173671175988602144</id><published>2010-01-17T13:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T13:51:34.025-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>tweet. tweet.</title><content type='html'>I'm tweeting in public now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/kara_austin"&gt;@kara_austin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who follow me on my original Twitter account, it's still my main. This one's just going to be scrubbed up and family-friendly. You know... no dead celebrity jokes within minutes of their passing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-9173671175988602144?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/9173671175988602144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=9173671175988602144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/9173671175988602144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/9173671175988602144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/01/tweet-tweet.html' title='tweet. tweet.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-8897575751742274994</id><published>2010-01-10T00:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T00:19:20.841-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xbox 360'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playstation3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt'/><title type='text'>that's not how you play video games.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Matt:&lt;/b&gt; So, do you like the Playstation?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kara: &lt;/b&gt;Yeah, I guess. I mean, I never thought I'd dislike it. I still like the Xbox better. It's more warm and fuzzy. Like, sometimes I just want to give it a cuddle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matt&lt;/b&gt;: ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-8897575751742274994?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/8897575751742274994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=8897575751742274994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/8897575751742274994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/8897575751742274994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/01/thats-not-how-you-play-video-games.html' title='that&apos;s not how you play video games.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-7945887108990969020</id><published>2010-01-10T00:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T00:14:36.240-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ps3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rewards for good behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchenaid mixer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><title type='text'>playaid? kitchenstation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks to gift cards and Christmas cash, two household dreams are coming true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt gets to be the coolest kid on the block by owning all the current video game systems with the addition of a PS3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kara's going to level up her baking skills with the arrival of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/S0lhlKRN67I/AAAAAAAAAJI/S5_8w10tXHI/s400/Kitchenaid-Mixers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424974517184097202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;It's not here yet, but just the promise of my long-admired-from-afar Ice Blue Kitchenaid mixer has somewhat made up for an awful week. No longer will I fret burning out the motor of my handmixer when subjecting it to things like gingerbread dough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-7945887108990969020?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/7945887108990969020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=7945887108990969020' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/7945887108990969020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/7945887108990969020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/01/playaid-kitchenstation.html' title='playaid? kitchenstation?'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/S0lhlKRN67I/AAAAAAAAAJI/S5_8w10tXHI/s72-c/Kitchenaid-Mixers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-3664286551069655410</id><published>2010-01-07T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:50:56.408-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barrowman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fist shaking'/><title type='text'>it's been that kind of day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MeWiHerwTW4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/MeWiHerwTW4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/3895482614772264854-3664286551069655410?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/3664286551069655410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=3664286551069655410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3664286551069655410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3664286551069655410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-that-kind-of-day.html' title='it&apos;s been that kind of day.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-7360261138734191571</id><published>2010-01-03T12:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:02:38.896-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david tennant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt smith'/><title type='text'>i always thought he was mister who and just happened to be a doctor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Spoilers for Doctor Who: End of Time ahead. Consider yourself warned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christmas and New Years were a bit weepy on the count of the end of David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tennant&lt;/span&gt; as Doctor Who. I didn't like the first part of the holiday special, but the second wrapped things up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;allright&lt;/span&gt; and I'll give Russell T. Davies a pass on the whole "Doctor's reward". It's incredibly convenient; but I can't say I didn't love the Doctor getting a chance to see everyone again. Though, I still don't like the Star Wars &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cantina&lt;/span&gt; scene they threw Captain Jack in. However, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;allons&lt;/span&gt;-y Alonzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel bad for Sarah Jane. I've never even seen an episode when she was a proper companion —but the idea of travelling with the Doctor, then getting left, stuck in a normal life again is just heartbreaking. As terrible as it is in it's own right, at least Donna can't remember. She doesn't know what she's missing. But I'll miss Donna a whole lot. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wilf&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think I'd cry, but the final Ten and Rose scene pushed me over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RUTZdyl-DTA&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/RUTZdyl-DTA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's incredibly unfair that David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tennant's&lt;/span&gt; run on Doctor Who has come to an end. This is compounded by the fact that we have to wait until the spring to see Matt Smith in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did get this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eNDAQKaQ6Z4&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/eNDAQKaQ6Z4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt found an interesting bit of trivia, as it seems to be that "Geronimo" is going to be this Doctor's catch phrase. There's an old WWII paratrooper's chant that goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Down from Heaven comes ELEVEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and there's HELL to pay below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shout "GERONIMO" "GERONIMO"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is it spring yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-7360261138734191571?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/7360261138734191571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=7360261138734191571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/7360261138734191571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/7360261138734191571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-always-thought-he-was-mister-who-and.html' title='i always thought he was mister who and just happened to be a doctor.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-1434212628945909758</id><published>2010-01-03T00:19:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:05:41.104-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the mighty boosh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sherlock holmes'/><title type='text'>ex-mas wrap up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the actual holidays hit there was the usual smattering of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-tinsel festivities. Two work parties (both mine, oddly enough) and a Christmas small dog playgroup that I took the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Clarkster&lt;/span&gt; to. The dog park is often heavy on the big dogs and he is kind of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;" on that. So he worked the room like Sinatra and I embarrassed him and myself by handing him over to a stranger in a fuzzy suit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/S0ArUaWtyCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/jWwFK31QvgY/s400/photo.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422381581026052130" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;holly daze.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas was with my folks this year. Having run through PTO days like they were burning a hole in my pocket (not that I regret it. I fucking love you San Diego, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Williamsburg&lt;/span&gt; and New Hampshire), I had to work Christmas Eve. Matt took the day off and had the car ready by the time work was over. Four to five hours later, we ducked into Kingston for food and then headed to the countryside for an evening with my dad and stepmother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Day had it's child-of-divorce schedule: wake up at dad's for breakfast and stockings, go to mom's for presents and dinner, then back to dad's for presents. We shook up the usual schedule by getting Dad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gaelen&lt;/span&gt; out to a Christmas Day night movie: Sherlock Holmes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mOAz57q2zlQ&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/mOAz57q2zlQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was brilliant. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;RDJ&lt;/span&gt; has raced up my list of favorite actors. Even the previews before the flick were promising. Hot Tub Time Machine, Tracey Morgan/Bruce Willis/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Stiffler&lt;/span&gt;/Kevin Smith &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;awesomness&lt;/span&gt; and the new Christopher Nolan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mindfuck&lt;/span&gt; (with Leo DiCaprio and Ellen Page). However, this was my first exposure to Leap Year and as much as I enjoy Amy Adams; that looks like pure garbage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was Christmas with the extended family on my dad's side. So after a winding trip through the back roads connecting the Hudson Valley with Connecticut, we were in the thick of family. I don't get to see that side of my family often, so each time's a treat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday we headed home. However, we made a point to stop at Sonic on the way out. Fun times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lootz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that whole "Santa's always watching" is a boldface lie because I got way too many awesome presents. Clark and I scored a tunnel and weave poles for agility from my mom. Dad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Gaelen&lt;/span&gt; fed my anglophile DVD collection with the first season of The IT Crowd and Matt was just spectacularly amazing to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The big present(s) aren't ready for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;primetime&lt;/span&gt; blogging yet. They're part of a year long project that, if all goes well, will probably dominate my blogging from there on out. But aside from that, my N64-like, present meltdown came when I opened a box containing the import of The Mighty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Boosh&lt;/span&gt;: Future Sailors Live Tour. Four DVDs, a card game and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Boosh&lt;/span&gt; belt buckle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and one incredibly happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/830rvCU-8AI&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/830rvCU-8AI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Future Sailors is beyond hilarious. The only bit I've really seen before is the Bob Fossil Dance Academy and that was live in SD at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Boosh&lt;/span&gt; secret show. I want to run away and join the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Boosh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pls&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am incredibly spoiled by British TV. Thank god for BBC America, Adult Swim and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;. The only American stuff I regularly watch is on the premium channels (save for my guilty pleasure human &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;trainwreck&lt;/span&gt; shows like Hoarders). The major networks could drop off the face of the planet and I wouldn't bat an eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-1434212628945909758?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/1434212628945909758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=1434212628945909758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/1434212628945909758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/1434212628945909758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2010/01/ex-mas-wrap-up.html' title='ex-mas wrap up.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/S0ArUaWtyCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/jWwFK31QvgY/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-4953747321842953678</id><published>2009-12-16T22:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:50:09.806-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canine good citizen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='therapy dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lollypop farm'/><title type='text'>you're gonna be huge, kid.</title><content type='html'>Well, it's official. Clark is a &lt;a href="http://www.akc.org/events/cgc/"&gt;Canine Good Citizen&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SympbIio4yI/AAAAAAAAAI0/eU7rdwmrP3A/s1600-h/clark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SympbIio4yI/AAAAAAAAAI0/eU7rdwmrP3A/s400/clark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416046310504063778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He passed his test tonight at &lt;a href="http://lollypop.org/orgMain.asp?ssid="&gt;Lollypop Farm&lt;/a&gt; and by doing so is now able to move on to the next round of class/testing for the &lt;a href="http://www.deltasociety.org/Page.aspx?pid=183"&gt;Delta Society&lt;/a&gt;. I'm super excited about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone keeping score, since this is an AKC title, it gets tagged onto his fancy AKC name. You're looking at Clark Mosef Moetallica Kent, CGC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-4953747321842953678?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/4953747321842953678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=4953747321842953678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/4953747321842953678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/4953747321842953678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-gonna-be-huge-kid.html' title='you&apos;re gonna be huge, kid.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SympbIio4yI/AAAAAAAAAI0/eU7rdwmrP3A/s72-c/clark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-3001477894197253113</id><published>2009-12-02T23:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:39:36.505-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glbt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage equality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rochester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york'/><title type='text'>equal rights for all.</title><content type='html'>It's incredibly disappointing to me that I live in a state where a majority the legislative body doesn't believe in equal rights for all residents. Four local state senators cowardly and silently, voted against marriage equality today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.cloudfiles.mosso.com/c54102/x2_575685"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 548px; height: 411px;" src="http://cdn.cloudfiles.mosso.com/c54102/x2_575685" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like we chanted in the freezing rain tonight: gay, straight, black, white —marriage is a civil right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those interested in "protecting traditional marriage"... what about &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5ityjaAAMYI7StNV2uur-vrfyGuFgD9CA3KB80"&gt;outlawing divorce&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-3001477894197253113?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/3001477894197253113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=3001477894197253113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3001477894197253113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3001477894197253113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2009/12/equal-rights-for-all.html' title='equal rights for all.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-3439656064799445533</id><published>2009-11-29T21:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:54:28.845-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screen printing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arts + crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie'/><title type='text'>arts and farts and crafts.</title><content type='html'>I went to the Second &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Storie&lt;/span&gt;: Indie Market today with Matt D and Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxMw5ncCItI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uc0rJTdpK6A/s1600/4145186761_41fc958947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxMw5ncCItI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uc0rJTdpK6A/s400/4145186761_41fc958947.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409721343799337682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was such an incredibly cool event. The cash I brought was positively burning a hole in my pocket. Being so close to the holidays, I needed to remind myself to buy for other people —I did (and such purchases shall remain nameless on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also got one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' thing for myself. I've been admiring this poster since I saw it in the window of Taco John's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxMzIoC9JoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/at1VL5-b9NA/s1600/603855345_5ba426f4e0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxMzIoC9JoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/at1VL5-b9NA/s400/603855345_5ba426f4e0_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409723800683882114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's by fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RIT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alumni&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.peterlazarski.com/"&gt;Pete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lazarski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, who is a super talented designer/illustrator/wizard. It's going to look sweet up on the wall over the orange &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;love seat&lt;/span&gt; we picked up from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt; last weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-3439656064799445533?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/3439656064799445533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=3439656064799445533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3439656064799445533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3439656064799445533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2009/11/arts-and-farts-and-crafts.html' title='arts and farts and crafts.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxMw5ncCItI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uc0rJTdpK6A/s72-c/4145186761_41fc958947.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-85312680382081213</id><published>2009-11-28T21:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:10:36.041-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why drew barrymore why'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>my dog fails at cinema.</title><content type='html'>As a goof, I stopped on one of the movie channels that had Beverly Hills Chihuahua on to see if Clark would pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxHgIhg87mI/AAAAAAAAAIY/PV3VwqmTMaQ/s1600/4141844117_4b78cd98d6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxHgIhg87mI/AAAAAAAAAIY/PV3VwqmTMaQ/s400/4141844117_4b78cd98d6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409351064488832610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't just pay attention, that little asshole called my bluff —he watched the whole damn movie while I cooked dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-85312680382081213?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/85312680382081213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=85312680382081213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/85312680382081213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/85312680382081213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-dog-fails-at-cinema.html' title='my dog fails at cinema.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxHgIhg87mI/AAAAAAAAAIY/PV3VwqmTMaQ/s72-c/4141844117_4b78cd98d6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-5401595713386477177</id><published>2009-11-28T21:11:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:41:58.227-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake wreck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ikea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trader joe&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>a city in the armpit of some mountains.</title><content type='html'>Pittsburgh was a weird city and yet, a fun trip. There's literally nothing leading up to getting to Pittsburgh. No buildup of suburbs, just boring highway dotted with signs for fireworks warehouses and then, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;, there's a city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Priceline&lt;/span&gt; landed us in a pretty swank hotel near the river and the convention center, right across from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PNC&lt;/span&gt; Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxHaEWCTYVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3FYYyrWcJkM/s1600/4141828997_edf78a5fdd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxHaEWCTYVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3FYYyrWcJkM/s400/4141828997_edf78a5fdd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409344395618246994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out Saturday by visiting the Andy Warhol museum, across the river. The museum was about 50% Warhol, 40% Shepard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fairey&lt;/span&gt; and 10% pulpy old movie posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxHbuM_XxWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/iBKl6bgT4OI/s1600/4122884072_825a401517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxHbuM_XxWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/iBKl6bgT4OI/s400/4122884072_825a401517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409346214256166242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt;. I got to play with giant, floating, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mylar&lt;/span&gt; pillows, stand next to a two-story Shepard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fairey&lt;/span&gt; paste-up, see 21 fading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Elvises&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Evli&lt;/span&gt;?) and brought home my first real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Fairey&lt;/span&gt; print (and a sticker too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxHb1v8ML6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/hBTsdCFz6P8/s1600/4142597976_bb97ec1767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxHb1v8ML6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/hBTsdCFz6P8/s400/4142597976_bb97ec1767.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409346343897149346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that we went to this crazy old record store. It was like walking into the pages of High Fidelity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxHcHpnbH5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/xWooZtw9hmM/s1600/4122118111_ba6ef9b940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxHcHpnbH5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/xWooZtw9hmM/s400/4122118111_ba6ef9b940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409346651437080466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;refueled&lt;/span&gt; with a cookie and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mochas&lt;/span&gt; at a fun, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' coffee shop near the record dungeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxHchOd7CzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/g1gi8XdOqag/s1600/4122893324_9f13e02821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxHchOd7CzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/g1gi8XdOqag/s400/4122893324_9f13e02821.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409347090826070834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we drove through a mountain to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxHcUoLtiJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/O0gSpf8D36U/s1600/4134892322_cdb11f7025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxHcUoLtiJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/O0gSpf8D36U/s400/4134892322_cdb11f7025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409346874390710418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at the mall near the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt; there were some baked goods &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;shenanigans&lt;/span&gt;. I found a Christmas Cake Wreck: The Ass-Faced Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxHc5rFxsXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kpwchCnVdyY/s1600/4134132941_6956db545c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxHc5rFxsXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kpwchCnVdyY/s400/4134132941_6956db545c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409347510826283378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was a gingerbread metropolis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxHdRbJ9aXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/taOywCUTdlo/s1600/4142574754_397a934804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxHdRbJ9aXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/taOywCUTdlo/s400/4142574754_397a934804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409347918865721714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt; Time Warp. We got a fold out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;loveseat&lt;/span&gt; (an orange one), new coffee table, end table and some other odds and ends. It's all there on the cart, oddly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxHdmN2c0kI/AAAAAAAAAII/aXFZqHsv2h0/s1600/4141825271_2dc9c78ca4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxHdmN2c0kI/AAAAAAAAAII/aXFZqHsv2h0/s400/4141825271_2dc9c78ca4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409348276071486018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we headed out in search of a delicious breakfast. We went to one of the incarnations of Pamela's, a Pittsburgh staple. The pancakes are so good, that when the President was on the campaign trail, he had some —then brought the staff in to cook a Memorial Day breakfast for a bunch of troops in DC. God damn, they were some of the best pancakes I've ever had in my entire life. I don't have a picture of the plate, because they put me into a good food coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxHeSDxd_rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-LWbBmGB0b4/s1600/4142588936_e99bb8aba6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxHeSDxd_rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-LWbBmGB0b4/s400/4142588936_e99bb8aba6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409349029280480946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we stopped at Trader Joe's to stock up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; goodness before heading home. It's crazy. We bring coolers, cooler bags and seriously do a month or two of grocery shopping. Trader Joe's, Rochester is just as much of a stain on the Rustbelt as Pittsburgh. Please come save us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-5401595713386477177?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/5401595713386477177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=5401595713386477177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5401595713386477177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5401595713386477177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2009/11/city-in-armpit-of-some-mountains.html' title='a city in the armpit of some mountains.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SxHaEWCTYVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3FYYyrWcJkM/s72-c/4141828997_edf78a5fdd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-164848317412519403</id><published>2009-11-20T21:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:42:36.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on the road.</title><content type='html'>We're on our way to Pittsburgh for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/kara.doughman/ProcessColor?authkey=Gv1sRgCKu-zIWYxOPgcw#5406381797322916242'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_03CqCK96b84/SwdTmbWSAZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UmnA75Gt2aU/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new city to explore, Ikea stop and Trader Joe's. I am quite excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-164848317412519403?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/164848317412519403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=164848317412519403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/164848317412519403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/164848317412519403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-road.html' title='on the road.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_03CqCK96b84/SwdTmbWSAZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UmnA75Gt2aU/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-5875280919527678425</id><published>2009-11-19T07:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T07:23:30.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>work it.</title><content type='html'>I've been sandwiching work in between strength training in the morning and cardio in the evening. I'm also not eating like an idiot. I've stopped drinking soda cold turkey and I've cut artificial sweeteners from my diet as well. That's made a huuuge difference on how I feel day to day. That artificial sugar stuff is garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This has been going on for the better part of two weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I've learned through this whole process? That core exercises suck when you have no core strength to begin with. Also, this has all but solved my going-to-bed-too-late problem, now that I am ready to pass out around 10:30 at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a real exercise mat for the morning stuff. The yoga mat I picked up at Old Navy does nothing in the way of softening the floor. It's good for the basics like crunches and stuff like that, at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-5875280919527678425?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/5875280919527678425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=5875280919527678425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5875280919527678425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5875280919527678425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2009/11/work-it.html' title='work it.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-3542811382626884691</id><published>2009-11-05T23:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:38:57.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt d'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAMA&apos;s House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkins'/><title type='text'>werewolf bar mitzvah. spooky scary.</title><content type='html'>I love Halloween. I was especially excited for a True Blood themed Halloween this year (at least for me and the jack-o-lanterns that graced our front porch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SvOhdjxCqtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GRECX-M625c/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SvOhdjxCqtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GRECX-M625c/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400837907336571602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SvOiElMxe0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/u_FTezCqEQY/s1600-h/DSC_0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SvOiElMxe0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/u_FTezCqEQY/s400/DSC_0200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400838577736219458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bill didn't come out so good. The pattern was a mess after the transfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SvOimOI9HUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/gkslPxNNg3A/s1600-h/DSC_0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SvOimOI9HUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/gkslPxNNg3A/s400/DSC_0191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400839155661741378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Eric.. oh, Eric. I think he actually turned out the best. Still, I'm not afraid of Eric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the Sookie costume kind of came together quietly over a few weeks, I was bouncing up and down as I got ready for trick-or-treaters and the party. The most startling part of the outfit was the wig. I've never thought about going blonde before and I'll never consider it in the future. It was just odd and the wig was huge. I had to tame it's madness into a side ponytail deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SvOjiYPdk2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/scn6Hdvt_Eg/s1600-h/sookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SvOjiYPdk2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/scn6Hdvt_Eg/s400/sookie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400840189165540194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's hard to see in the photo, but I even had a silver chain looped around, circa season one. Oh, the nerdiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SvOoI7wlN8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/EJ2HGn4mHTw/s1600-h/photo%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SvOoI7wlN8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/EJ2HGn4mHTw/s400/photo%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400845249581234114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt's moon costume was awesome when he had the sky-board on and eerie when he was just covered in white face paint. I think he scared some kids at the door. :D He made it all by himself too and had a blast doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung out at home until about nine, because I love the fact that we get trick-or-treaters. To help with our ongoing efforts to eat right, I ended up buying candy that neither of us would touch: mini tootsie roll pops, lemon heads and the ultimate leper of the candy world, Twilight candy hearts. I unleashed that sparkly awfulness on about 40 or so kids who came to the door and left with necco wafers emblazoned with Twilighty sayings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we killed the porch lights and headed to the MAMA's house bash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SvJOKuxg6bI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eByZZw7KJk0/s1600-h/halloweenparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SvJOKuxg6bI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eByZZw7KJk0/s400/halloweenparty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400464849432013234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MAMA's house rocks and throws the BEST Halloween party. I love getting the chance to see the City Newspaper peeps. Among them was a Sam Merlotte. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SvOldyNkDcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-3AKnou-T98/s1600-h/anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SvOldyNkDcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-3AKnou-T98/s400/anna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400842309260807618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna's Dalek costume kicked ass. So did the Doctor Who themed shots that fateful Monday night was filled with. I think I filled my Merlotte's glass twice with Time Rotors and I did a few of the TARDIS shots in the neato test tubes she got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SvOmiGmmnsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/FzJ3w9RzZM0/s1600-h/calvinhobbes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SvOmiGmmnsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/FzJ3w9RzZM0/s400/calvinhobbes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400843482965647042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys were Calvin and Hobbes. I think this is them acting out a panel from the comic strip. I'm not sure, I'm kinda stealing the party pics from Matt's &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dalboz17/sets/72157622590872569/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we rejoined MAMA's house for brunch and then headed to Target to sweep up some Halloween clearance deals. It's a great time of year for people who love things with skulls on them. :D I think my favorite is the glittery, black skull that's now on the table near the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the post-Halloween let down set in Monday morning. Next year seems so far away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-3542811382626884691?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/3542811382626884691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=3542811382626884691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3542811382626884691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3542811382626884691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2009/11/werewolf-bar-mitzvah-spooky-scary.html' title='werewolf bar mitzvah. spooky scary.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SvOhdjxCqtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GRECX-M625c/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-8924748445467016800</id><published>2009-10-27T23:48:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:33:55.309-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shenanigans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='please don&apos;t sue us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>imitation is the highest form of flattery?</title><content type='html'>Anna and I went on shenanigans tonight. Most of the trip was spent collecting the remaining bits and pieces for her &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anndor/sets/72157622126648570/"&gt;Dalek dress&lt;/a&gt; and one or two things for my Sookie outfit. While wandering around JoAnn's in Henrietta, I came across these little gems in the framing section:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SufEfoE6LfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Jn60q_skDnA/s1600-h/photo%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SufEfoE6LfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Jn60q_skDnA/s400/photo%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397498726039825906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super Weak, by none other than the infamous Nick James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SufEssQXeBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KRY74uszktA/s1600-h/photo%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SufEssQXeBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KRY74uszktA/s400/photo%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397498950499923986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And who doesn't remember that toe-tappin' tune, You Are My Moonshine, by Jay Charles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SufFEYE48yI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YiL-PHuI8UI/s1600-h/photo%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SufFEYE48yI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YiL-PHuI8UI/s400/photo%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397499357399937826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Turn it up to 11 for Diana Boss' big hit, Ain't No Fountain High Enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're so bad, I kind of wanted them. However, I think I might just cut some holes in real 45s and make some neato mirrors for the house. It makes me wish I had kept some of the ones from the wedding centerpieces. Oh well, to the Bop Shop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-8924748445467016800?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/8924748445467016800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=8924748445467016800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/8924748445467016800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/8924748445467016800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2009/10/imitation-is-highest-form-of-flattery.html' title='imitation is the highest form of flattery?'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SufEfoE6LfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Jn60q_skDnA/s72-c/photo%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-4213458070009139776</id><published>2009-10-26T21:20:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:28:43.981-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>there's no way this is a good idea.</title><content type='html'>In preparation for the MAMA's House Halloween party, Matt and Anna have been concocting a plethora of shots, trying to tie them in via color or any stretch of the imagination to Doctor Who (in honor of Anna's Dalek Dress). So.. drinking ourselves silly on a Monday night. Go team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuZLj211xxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wMdPW3xwsxs/s1600-h/DSC_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuZLj211xxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wMdPW3xwsxs/s400/DSC_0164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397084282838959890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And down we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuZL72v1MxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/cwmCqLGwQLE/s1600-h/DSC_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuZL72v1MxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/cwmCqLGwQLE/s400/DSC_0169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397084695130616594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kitchen turned into a bar with Anna at the helm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuZMXGNUBsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0TmfiqN80kQ/s1600-h/DSC_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuZMXGNUBsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0TmfiqN80kQ/s400/DSC_0170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397085163137271490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is in this thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuZMo8wszCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0eIYgXkMQGc/s1600-h/DSC_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuZMo8wszCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0eIYgXkMQGc/s400/DSC_0171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397085469838986274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A winner, maybe? Anna seems to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuZNr-e9JlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Qw48N318_Lc/s1600-h/DSC_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuZNr-e9JlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Qw48N318_Lc/s400/DSC_0174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397086621352666706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh shit.. we better write this down. That was awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-4213458070009139776?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/4213458070009139776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=4213458070009139776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/4213458070009139776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/4213458070009139776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2009/10/theres-no-way-this-is-good-idea.html' title='there&apos;s no way this is a good idea.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuZLj211xxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wMdPW3xwsxs/s72-c/DSC_0164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-7226496058014712099</id><published>2009-10-26T19:50:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:18:45.574-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ellison park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>bark to the park.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I remembered to bring my camera this time. Can I tell you how bummed out I am that it gets so dark so early now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuY4QTX9x7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HLRPHXr7lng/s1600-h/DSC_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuY4QTX9x7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HLRPHXr7lng/s400/DSC_0141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397063056179972018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having a dog who I can trust off leash. Clark will toddle ahead, then check back to make sure I'm still with him. Then when he sees another dog, he looks back to see if it's okay to go say hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuY5CpxKPlI/AAAAAAAAADA/XPvI5Nr1nN0/s1600-h/DSC_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuY5CpxKPlI/AAAAAAAAADA/XPvI5Nr1nN0/s400/DSC_0144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397063921184685650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellison is absolutely gorgeous this time of year. I can't believe the colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuY5Y86kK1I/AAAAAAAAADI/Q2fBCYS38Pc/s1600-h/DSC_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuY5Y86kK1I/AAAAAAAAADI/Q2fBCYS38Pc/s400/DSC_0148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397064304281529170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to do, so much to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuY51fE400I/AAAAAAAAADQ/xsXWRGPAa68/s1600-h/DSC_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuY51fE400I/AAAAAAAAADQ/xsXWRGPAa68/s400/DSC_0152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397064794487968578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon's already out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuY6MViNjcI/AAAAAAAAADY/QlXMG86Xo_4/s1600-h/DSC_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuY6MViNjcI/AAAAAAAAADY/QlXMG86Xo_4/s400/DSC_0153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397065187063598530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuY7FwxPSEI/AAAAAAAAADg/vp3dRZxMCyc/s1600-h/DSC_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuY7FwxPSEI/AAAAAAAAADg/vp3dRZxMCyc/s400/DSC_0155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397066173626927170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuY7ZIo5bmI/AAAAAAAAADo/0BhHDxUwB4o/s1600-h/DSC_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuY7ZIo5bmI/AAAAAAAAADo/0BhHDxUwB4o/s400/DSC_0157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397066506451906146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left the dog park area, it looked like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuY7o9y-scI/AAAAAAAAADw/BLP4yUXkIF0/s1600-h/DSC_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuY7o9y-scI/AAAAAAAAADw/BLP4yUXkIF0/s400/DSC_0162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397066778419311042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the car, it looked like this. Redonkulous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-7226496058014712099?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/7226496058014712099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=7226496058014712099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/7226496058014712099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/7226496058014712099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2009/10/bark-to-park.html' title='bark to the park.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuY4QTX9x7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HLRPHXr7lng/s72-c/DSC_0141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-6060006139161715686</id><published>2009-10-25T17:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T17:45:34.995-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ellison park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>fall days, dog days.</title><content type='html'>Matt and I took the fuzz balls down to the park today. Matt fell in love with the idea of getting an Airedale Terrier as our next dog and was even looking up info on the breed on his iPhone while we were there. I think we have "next dogs" lined up for years —since we're not going to be a three dog household. Also on the waiting list, dog names. I still want to call a dog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt; and we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; having a dog named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ASBO&lt;/span&gt; at some point. But Matt pointed out that people names for dogs are pretty awesome and I agree. I see an Airedale named Charlie in our future somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie stayed on-leash, but did better this time than previous ones while being around a lot of other dogs. Maggie's kind of a work in progress. I don't know what her previous owners did to her, but I can tell you that they didn't work on socializing her AT ALL. So it's been a slow and steady process just getting her to the point where she's not flipping out when she sees another dog she doesn't know. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;headcollar&lt;/span&gt; helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to remember to bring my camera the next time I go to Ellison (which might just be tomorrow afternoon). Not only are the trees gorgeous in their fall colors, but I'd love to have some photos of my little social butterfly running around with the other dogs down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other canine news, Clark needs to lose a few pounds: so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sayeth&lt;/span&gt; the vet as well as the agility instructor. He's not morbidly obese, but on a little dog, two or three pounds can make all the difference. So, that means I just finished cooking dinner for the dog. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;. It's nothing ornate, I'm just cutting his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dog food&lt;/span&gt; intake by half and replacing that with cooked veggies. Tonight I learned that cooked carrots, peas and spinach are awesome —a sprinkling of uncooked celery... not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With both Matt and I getting on the eating right and exercise wagon, it's kinda funny/weird to have Clark jumping on board. Maggie... well, Maggie has a goddamn hummingbird metabolism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-6060006139161715686?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/6060006139161715686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=6060006139161715686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/6060006139161715686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/6060006139161715686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-days-dog-days.html' title='fall days, dog days.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-7217780115538556699</id><published>2009-10-25T00:10:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T00:32:59.278-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the mighty boosh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAMA&apos;s House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costumes'/><title type='text'>nobody knows halloween like MAMA</title><content type='html'>Thank god for an easy Halloween costume, otherwise I don't know how I'd pull it together this week. The plan started as just going as a generic Merlotte's waitress. Then I saw a blonde wig on sale at JoAnne's... and now I'm going for the full Sookie Stackhouse treatment. The hardest piece of the costume puzzle to track down was black shorts/skirt. The season has passed for that kind of stuff and Merlotte's girls aren't known for wearing sensible slacks. Thank you, Target clearance rack! I bought an official Merlotte's apron from HBO and the boys are letting me borrow an empty bottle of TruBlood for the evening. It's easier to carry that around on a tray as opposed to a pitcher of Mountain Dew (got to love the South).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuPSl_4K9wI/AAAAAAAAACg/uUMos9hSm6I/s1600-h/sookie-stackhouse-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuPSl_4K9wI/AAAAAAAAACg/uUMos9hSm6I/s320/sookie-stackhouse-pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396388328764012290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things left to do? I have to add the Merlotte's logo to the shirt I bought, track down a waitress tray and put together a little restaurant check/order pad. Oh, and shoes. I have to figure out shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuPT4tNBVNI/AAAAAAAAACo/HsXc5LujsVs/s1600-h/mightybooshmoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuPT4tNBVNI/AAAAAAAAACo/HsXc5LujsVs/s320/mightybooshmoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396389749680329938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to convince Matt to go as Terry, but he wasn't into it. Haha. The plan now is for him to go as The Moon from The Mighty Boosh. I take back what I said about having it easy on costume making this week —we need to figure out how The Moon is going to work. I mean, the smudgy white make up is easy. We just need to build a giantic circle around his face and have it be seamless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However it gets put together, I'm sure it's going to be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for the MAMA's House Halloween extravaganza!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-7217780115538556699?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/7217780115538556699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=7217780115538556699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/7217780115538556699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/7217780115538556699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2009/10/nobody-knows-halloween-like-mama.html' title='nobody knows halloween like MAMA'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SuPSl_4K9wI/AAAAAAAAACg/uUMos9hSm6I/s72-c/sookie-stackhouse-pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-2506043885155098717</id><published>2009-03-04T22:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:44:05.818-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>cute overload at home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs028.snc1/2654_555603728755_24400781_33885908_5376312_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 238px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs028.snc1/2654_555603728755_24400781_33885908_5376312_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have foofy, long-haired dogs because of Matt's allergies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with rough-and-tumble labs and dals and he grew up in a dog-less house. Now we have two dogs, Maggie (who we adopted from Lollypop as an adult) and Clark (who we got from a breeder as a puppy). Matt claims that Maggie is his favorite, because he saw her first -- but now that Clark's settling down out of crazy.. well.. puppy-ness; they're finding more in common with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2654/180/13/24400781/n24400781_33885912_3523240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 399px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2654/180/13/24400781/n24400781_33885912_3523240.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clark adores Matt. He'll sneak attack him in the morning by creeping up to wake him up by licking his face, loses his damn mind when Matt gets home and then there are moments like this where I'm glad to have any kind of picture-taking device nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're just two guys chilling out for an evening at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, please note the amazing combination of the Black Cross shirt with polar bear PJ pants. Someone is totally punk rock right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-2506043885155098717?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/2506043885155098717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=2506043885155098717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/2506043885155098717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/2506043885155098717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2009/03/cute-overload-at-home.html' title='cute overload at home.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-6811091801550520548</id><published>2009-01-25T23:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:48:47.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>writer's block prompt ( borrowed from lj )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even if you're not actively eavesdropping, you can hear some interesting things. What's the best conversation you've ever overheard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a tie and Anna was involved with both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the infamous overheard Target conversation that I think will be quoted forever. We were wandering around the toy/seasonal department as a mother and her tweenage brood passed. I don't know if it counts as overhearing someone when they're shouting at their children but needless to say, we heard her loud and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can we get batteries? I need some batteries."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"No! We're not getting batteries today!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, what about sunscreen? I need sunscreen, Mom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"No!! We have sunscreen at home!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next awesome conversation I overheard was between two kids, maybe somewhere between the ages of 8-11. They were ahead of Anna and I while we were in line to return something at WalMart. The older kid turns to the younger and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What's the most money you've ever found?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like on the ground or in a bush?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"On the ground.. or in a bush."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like... four dollars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I found twenty dollars in a bush."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? Wow.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, older kid is totally lying. He asked first so that he could boast a larger amount than the younger kid. Secondly, I love the categories. Money found on the ground.. money found in a bush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-6811091801550520548?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/6811091801550520548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=6811091801550520548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/6811091801550520548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/6811091801550520548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2009/01/writers-block-prompt-borrowed-from-lj.html' title='writer&apos;s block prompt ( borrowed from lj )'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-2404667761420314177</id><published>2009-01-11T23:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:36:32.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>things that might appear in my stand-up one day.</title><content type='html'>Local news shows are truly intolerable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-2404667761420314177?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/2404667761420314177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=2404667761420314177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/2404667761420314177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/2404667761420314177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-that-might-appear-in-my-stand-up.html' title='things that might appear in my stand-up one day.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-5374942477239613511</id><published>2009-01-01T22:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:42:11.000-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic con'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year&apos;s eve'/><title type='text'>auld lang syne.</title><content type='html'>Of all the New Year's parties we've thrown, I think last night was one of the best. This is probably for a couple of reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have the coolest friends in the world, therefore success is guaranteed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday night's trip to Party City yeilded a bounty of decorations, hats, noisemakers and other party-enhancing accessories.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was an insane amount of awesome food. From mini burgers for the carnivorous crowd to some spicy vegan chilli, there was something for everyone. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweet, sweet playlist put together by Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was an equally crazy amount of adult beverages. Anna invented and in the same night perfected her recipe for Peppermint Dickables (frozen peppermint martini mix + vodka + chocolate milk). My drink of choice was Diet Pepsi with UV Cherry Vodka. It was amazing and at the same time it was dangerous because I couldn't taste the alcohol at all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick up games of party balloon volleyball.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The start of a brand new challenge: Pass the Hot Dog Toaster. Check your mailbox, it may be headed your way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another year of laughter when the exploited Dick Clark falls off the countdown by at least a second or more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anna's Party Crackers which produced paper hats and weird, small toys that included butterfly balls, a frog and a pink over-sized paperclip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;It was a freakin' fantastic night. We did Oxford University Christmas before the party which includes the annual "Dollar Store Secret Santa Stocking Stuffer Extravaganza" followed by present opening. That's the third Christmas Matt and I have done this year and we still have two more to do this weekend when we go to Kingston to see my folks for the holiday. This was a trip that was supposed to happen the weekend before Christmas but that got snowed out. So we're heading down after work tomorrow for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 is gone and long live 2009! This past year had it's ups and downs. Getting married and getting laid off seem to be the best examples of each of those respectively and we've enjoyed the good and worked through the bad. It's worked out, more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 is going to be packed with awesome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tim &amp;amp; Eric at the Town Ballroom in a few weeks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Updating the bathroom this winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Louis CK in Verona in Feb&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Williamsburg with the fam in June&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Three weddings (so far) to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything's booked for Comic Con in SD this July&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the awesome stuff that's just not plotted out yet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;As for resolutions, I just have one. It's kind of all encompassing. I'm calling it my Superman resolution. It isn't based completely on comic nerd-itry. I figure if I have to Clark Kent it for eight hours a day, five days a week I need to really make something out of the rest of the time. My office/studio is coming together and I want to get back into all the fun, creative stuff I used to do on my own but fell out of. My print Gocco is dying (they stopped making the supplies), so I want to learn to screen print. I need to be creatively challenged and I think that and some other things will sate that need. I want to do more things with my friends and family. They keep me sane and the time spent with them are the best times I have. I want to focus on what's truly important to me. Getting healthier, happier and overall enjoying the ride by not forgetting that it is just that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-5374942477239613511?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/5374942477239613511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=5374942477239613511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5374942477239613511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/5374942477239613511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2009/01/auld-lang-syne.html' title='auld lang syne.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-3847684222022433778</id><published>2008-12-30T00:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:28:05.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tweet. tweet.</title><content type='html'>So apparently I'm &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/cmykara"&gt;Twittering&lt;/a&gt; now. I blame Anna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-3847684222022433778?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/3847684222022433778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=3847684222022433778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3847684222022433778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3847684222022433778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2008/12/tweet-tweet.html' title='tweet. tweet.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-3696661532388783476</id><published>2008-12-09T21:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:14:16.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a new morning zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/ST8lzbZtVtI/AAAAAAAAACY/u52l-r94x5s/s1600-h/barry_stump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/ST8lzbZtVtI/AAAAAAAAACY/u52l-r94x5s/s320/barry_stump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277978853760653010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this was real, it would be my favorite show on the air. Sorry, O&amp;amp;A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Stephen Colbert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-3696661532388783476?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/3696661532388783476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=3696661532388783476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3696661532388783476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3696661532388783476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-morning-zoo.html' title='a new morning zoo'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/ST8lzbZtVtI/AAAAAAAAACY/u52l-r94x5s/s72-c/barry_stump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-6867107571081360641</id><published>2008-12-06T20:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:55:23.960-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bill hicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lenny bruce'/><title type='text'>Let me tell you the truth. The truth is, what is. And what should be is a fantasy, a terrible terrible lie that someone gave to the people long ago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZkhR8suCF4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZkhR8suCF4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is like a ride at an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it, you think it's real, because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round and it has thrills and chills and it's very brightly colored and it's very loud. And it's fun, for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: 'Is this real? Or is this just a ride?' And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and they say 'Hey! Don't worry, don't be afraid - ever - because... this is just a ride.' And we kill those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Shut him up! We have a lot invested in this ride! Shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry; look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that - ever notice that? - and we let the demons run amok. But it doesn't matter, because... it's just a ride, and we can change it any time we want. It's only a choice. No effort. No worry. No job. No savings and money. Just a choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your door, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, into a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defense each year and, instead, spend it feeding, clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would do many times over - not one human being excluded - and we can explore space together, both inner and outer, forever. In peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-6867107571081360641?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/6867107571081360641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=6867107571081360641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/6867107571081360641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/6867107571081360641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-me-tell-you-truth-truth-is-what-is.html' title='Let me tell you the truth. The truth is, what is. And what should be is a fantasy, a terrible terrible lie that someone gave to the people long ago.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-3542900260250637862</id><published>2008-10-20T20:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:07:48.113-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rockband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rockband.com/uploads/user-generated-content/22091/Robert_20Katt-422x281_13_avatar_420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.rockband.com/uploads/user-generated-content/22091/Robert_20Katt-422x281_13_avatar_420.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBERT KATT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After weeks of being without its fourth and final member, legendary Rockband supergroup, Robert Katt is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: Matt (Matt), Anaru (Anna), Penny Moore (Kara) and Chester (Bill).&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/3895482614772264854-3542900260250637862?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/3542900260250637862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=3542900260250637862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3542900260250637862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3542900260250637862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2008/10/ladies-and-gentlemen-put-your-hands.html' title='ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for...'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-4182813019049425473</id><published>2008-08-14T21:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:46:13.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's like sitting on a canadian tuxedo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/51k9iPnF83L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/51k9iPnF83L.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain mysteries in life that I've resigned to never solving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, denim furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-4182813019049425473?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/4182813019049425473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=4182813019049425473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/4182813019049425473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/4182813019049425473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-like-sitting-on-canadian-tuxedo.html' title='it&apos;s like sitting on a canadian tuxedo.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-2734794476496325136</id><published>2008-08-10T17:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:16:52.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>vay cay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/59/226753457_b4ebc8ca89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/59/226753457_b4ebc8ca89.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week cannot possibly go by quickly enough. Saturday we leave for New Hampshire. Wolfeboro shares the hallowed spot in my heart of "favorite place in the world" with my beloved San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see my family, to share the awesomeness that is our NH house with my new in-laws and to have the lake as a backyard for one whole week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-2734794476496325136?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/2734794476496325136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=2734794476496325136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/2734794476496325136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/2734794476496325136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2008/08/vay-cay.html' title='vay cay.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/59/226753457_b4ebc8ca89_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-3077348408775273300</id><published>2008-08-03T00:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T11:30:59.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>video killed the radio star.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.radiofreehawaii.com/-vintage-radio-hawaii-radio-free-.bmp/-vintage-radio-hawaii-radio-free--full;init:.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.radiofreehawaii.com/-vintage-radio-hawaii-radio-free-.bmp/-vintage-radio-hawaii-radio-free--full;init:.bmp" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt has launched his internet radio station. Tune in Mondays and Thursdays at 8pm EST for the live broadcasts of the Matty O Show on &lt;a href="http://www.radioirregular.com"&gt;Radio Irregular&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I pop up. Sometimes it's just Matt. Then there are the times where we have a full house like last Thursday's show that included myself, Matt, Bill and Anna. Matt went to college for radio and has been out of the game for something like 8 years. But he's back in and really having a great time with it. The show's a lot of fun to do and now that I'm technologically current, I have to work on not only the station logo but my programming for the CMYKara hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, tune in. &lt;a href="http://radioirregular.com"&gt;radioirregular.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-3077348408775273300?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/3077348408775273300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=3077348408775273300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3077348408775273300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3077348408775273300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2008/08/video-killed-radio-star.html' title='video killed the radio star.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-6089853969356713776</id><published>2008-08-02T23:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:17:18.689-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macbook pro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iphone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>chilling out mac and relaxing all cool</title><content type='html'>There has been serious Apple injection in my life as of late. I suppose it's best to go in chronological order.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday this year fell within two weeks of the renewal date of my phone plan. So as a part of my birthday present (a large part), Matt vowed to find an iPhone for me. After many calls, trips to various AT&amp;amp;T stores in the Rochester area, Matt tracked down a pair at the Apple store. So a few weeks after the glorious day of my birth, I had an iPhone in hand thanks to my awesome husband. It is so much fun to have. I can fit all of my music on it with room to spare, make my own custom ringtones, surf all of the internets, check my email.. all through the same device. This is also the first Apple device I've owned that can play video. I still haven't gotten over how neat that is. Among other things, Anna brought me back a card from ComicCon for a free episode of Dexter and I watched it on my phone during my lunchbreak -- so incredibly cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, while waiting for an iPod, my computer began it's drawn-out, dramatic death. If my office was a stage, the frankenstein desktop I've been using for the past few years would have been chewing the scenery with the way it went out. First, it stopped booting up in anything other than safe mode. Then it stopped recognizing my mouse and keyboard, so I had to switch them over to USB ports. Then those started being an on and off type of thing. Then the motherboard just... fried. That was it. I was planning on upgrading in the next few months and this forced my hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I type this blog entry now from the comfort of my living room, on my shiny, new Macbook Pro. This is amazing. There are no wonky fans screeching when I turn it on, no leaving the room for a drink, snack or visit to the local library when I need to use an Adobe program. I haven't had a new computer since I graduated high school. So going on 9 years. I made it through most of college with the HP desktop I bought with my card money. After that, I bought some parts to reanimate an old computer of Bill's and that got me through our years at Oxford University and up until the present (some ungodly number of power supplies and motherboards later). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's weird to have something that works after 'making do' for so long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-6089853969356713776?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/6089853969356713776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=6089853969356713776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/6089853969356713776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/6089853969356713776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2008/08/chilling-out-mac-and-relaxing-all-cool.html' title='chilling out mac and relaxing all cool'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-4930834308251731267</id><published>2008-07-12T12:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T12:25:21.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>let this remind you why you once feared the dark.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://g.photos.cx/hellboy2_slide15-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 158px;" src="http://g.photos.cx/hellboy2_slide15-16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can think about right now is seeing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hellboy&lt;/span&gt; II: The Golden Army, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I predisposed to adore this movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sidenote&lt;/span&gt;: How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' cool is the character* design in the picture here? Seriously. It's like Pan's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Labyrinth&lt;/span&gt; and Neil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gaiman&lt;/span&gt; had a baby. A morally and sexually ambiguous baby with eyes in its wings and an unlimited amount of patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* So as not to ruin anything for anyone, I won't even name the character pictured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-4930834308251731267?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/4930834308251731267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=4930834308251731267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/4930834308251731267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/4930834308251731267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2008/07/let-this-remind-you-why-you-once-feared.html' title='let this remind you why you once feared the dark.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-7769421772934271831</id><published>2008-06-24T16:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T17:17:29.309-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yard work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>what i did on my summer vacation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3275/2605631042_c7648c1f5e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 347px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3275/2605631042_c7648c1f5e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The good news: I got a job. Starting Monday, I will be joining the team at &lt;a href="http://www.dixonschwabl.com/index.php"&gt;Dixon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Schwabl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I'm excited as my two-day test drive gave me a taste of what it's like to work there and I had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news: this is my last week of what I've come to call my summer vacation. It's been great, I couldn't have been laid off at a better time of year. I had plenty of time to get things in order for the wedding and I also had some time to just unwind and enjoy my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I still have my week in August with the family, it still feels like that final week before school resumed. So here's the rundown of what I did on my summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just Married - This one deserves an entry of its own. I promise. One will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shenanigans with Laura - Partners in unemployment, Laura and I spent the first few weeks of vacation enjoying all that was denied to us in the working world. Matinee movies, long lunches and daytime television. In the ultimate shenanigan, we took a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roadtrip&lt;/span&gt; to Boston when Laura got her new job. I rode shotgun while Laura looked at apartments and had a fun, whirlwind trip in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beantown&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Puppy Time - One of the best things about being home during the day is spending time with the dogs. I don't know who will be more upset when I rejoin the workforce, me or Clark. Maggie, like always, is relatively indifferent to me being home. Activities like going to Ellison today while everyone else is in neckties and khakis have been some of my favorites. Also over the break, Clark graduated from sleeping in his kennel to earning his bedroom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;privileges&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Grass Is Always Greener - This is mundane, but it was a big deal to me. I repaired the dead spot in the lawn! This is my first house and therefore, my first time dealing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yard work&lt;/span&gt;. Leaves covered by snow all winter long had killed a spot in the yard and I nursed it back to life. I've also planted flowers, re-mulched the front garden and planned more green-thumb activities for the summer. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Rose By Any Other Name - With looking for work and dealing with a change of name I had to update not only my resume but EVERY PIECE OF PAPER OR PLASTIC with my name on it. Also, my website. It's weird to sign something new after the "Kara" bit, but I'm getting used to it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Created Life - NOT WHAT YOU'RE THINKING. I downloaded the &lt;a href="http://www.spore.com/"&gt;Spore&lt;/a&gt; creature creator and have been creating critters with Anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-7769421772934271831?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/7769421772934271831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=7769421772934271831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/7769421772934271831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/7769421772934271831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-i-did-on-my-summer-vacation.html' title='what i did on my summer vacation.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3275/2605631042_c7648c1f5e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-1887691971142230582</id><published>2008-05-07T13:49:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:57:32.147-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alex greenwald'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best night of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phantom planet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>the best night of my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SCH5HB1Ek-I/AAAAAAAAABo/OYcEaPeQ0PA/s1600-h/karaalex"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SCH5HB1Ek-I/AAAAAAAAABo/OYcEaPeQ0PA/s200/karaalex" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197709344107697122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to imagine a story titled as it is above that involves Panic At The Disco in any way, shape or form, but please bear with me. Last night was spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://civictour.honda.com/"&gt;Honda Civic Tour&lt;/a&gt; rolled into Rochester, boasting the names of such bands as Panic At The Disco, The Hush Sound, Motion City Soundtrack and &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/phantomplanet"&gt;Phantom Planet&lt;/a&gt;. The first three bands I would not cross the street to see normally, but I forked over my thirty dollars for the chance to see one of my all-time favorites, Phantom Planet. I've waited years for them to come to this part of the state and I wasn't going to miss that show for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only drawback was that PhanPlan was opening and not the headliner. They were actually the first band on stage. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alex_Greenwald"&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt; went out and did 1.5 songs solo before the rest of the band joined him (there was something about Sam holding everyone up). Then they did the following set:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;All Over Again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dropped&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geronimo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big Brat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;California&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yeah, just five songs. I was initially disappointed, but when Alex mentioned he and the guys would be at the merch table to meet fans, I was feeling pretty good. Matt and I got in line and waited. I had absentmindedly left my pre-order copy of the &lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/reviews/album/20184554/review/20533488/raise_the_dead"&gt;new CD&lt;/a&gt; in the car, so I bought a second one to get their signatures. When I got to the table, I gave the insert to Alex first and mentioned that I was excited to see them and that they were the only reason I came to the show at all. He asked if my favorite songs were played and I said that some of them had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the coolest thing in the world happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex said to go out to the tour buses at the end of the Panic set and he'd take requests on his acoustic for the Phantom Planet fans. I looked at him and said, "Seriously?". Apparently he was. So despite earlier plans to leave after PP, Matt and I hung out through the rest. The Hush Sound was okay, Motion City gets a solid "meh" and Panic At The Disco was really nothing. I don't get the draw, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when Panic went to their encore, Matt and I headed outside. We wandered around the buses and I noticed two women knocking on bus doors. I asked if they too were looking for Phantom Planet and I got a grumbled answer. Why so friendly? Well, when we did find the Phantom Planet bus, all these girls tried to do was get Alex to say he'd go to their house and use their hot tub. It was painfully pathetic. But I digress, I piped up and asked if he was still going to play and he confirmed he would, when Panic was totally through. So Matt and I wandered back and waited. The show inside the field house ended and the crowds dispersed. About 20-25 people were hanging on the sidewalk out by the buses, near this flight of stairs that leads up to the fieldhouse. About fifteen minutes after the show let out, Alex and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeff_Conrad"&gt;Jeff&lt;/a&gt; came out (Alex with his guitar and Jeff with a video camera) and Alex gathered us by the stairs. He sat down and started taking requests in a campfire sing-a-long fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing. I still can't believe this whole thing happened. I was sitting by Alex Greenwald, listening to him take requests and organize audience participation in two part harmonies! Some of the older tunes required him to pull out his own lyrics via the web on his iPhone. But that was oddly cool. He likened it to trying to remember what you wore on some random Thursday while you were in high school. Some of the songs are that old. After he played 5-7 more songs, he was kind enough to sign more stuff and pose for pictures. All we had was Matt's cellphone, so the picture is fuzzy -- but I have a photo keepsake of me and Alex. It's cliche, but he's so nice in person and very real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantom Planet is in my top five bands of all time and I got to sit on the steps outside the &lt;a href="http://www.rit.edu/fa/fieldhouse/aboutthefacility_general_info.php"&gt;Gordon Field house&lt;/a&gt; with their lead singer and listen to an impromptu acoustic set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the story of the best night of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some crappy cell phone videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3690719657340c8a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f5be28ec8a55879c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/1887691971142230582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=1887691971142230582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/1887691971142230582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/1887691971142230582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2008/05/best-night-of-my-life.html' title='the best night of my life.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/SCH5HB1Ek-I/AAAAAAAAABo/OYcEaPeQ0PA/s72-c/karaalex' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-3967655080698183376</id><published>2008-05-06T14:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T14:26:43.811-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failboat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gross'/><title type='text'>seriously?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cmsimg.pressconnects.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?Site=CB&amp;amp;Date=20080506&amp;amp;Category=NEWS10&amp;amp;ArtNo=80506025&amp;amp;Ref=AR&amp;amp;MaxW=180&amp;amp;Border=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 193px;" src="http://cmsimg.pressconnects.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?Site=CB&amp;amp;Date=20080506&amp;amp;Category=NEWS10&amp;amp;ArtNo=80506025&amp;amp;Ref=AR&amp;amp;MaxW=180&amp;amp;Border=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Upstaters who previously  felt alienated by the city-centric "I Love New York" logo, apparently &lt;a href="http://pressconnects.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080506/NEWS10/80506025"&gt;this one's&lt;/a&gt; for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say anything nice about this. All that comes out when I look at it is "Ewwwwwwwwww…".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-3967655080698183376?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/3967655080698183376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=3967655080698183376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3967655080698183376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/3967655080698183376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2008/05/seriously.html' title='seriously?'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-1049948168899935568</id><published>2007-11-12T13:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:57:32.446-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serial killers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dexter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>i think i'm in love with a serial killer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/RziZFtU7T3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/GhNwWECAKoU/s1600-h/dexter+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/RziZFtU7T3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/GhNwWECAKoU/s320/dexter+04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132020098734444402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hopelessly addicted to &lt;a href="http://www.sho.com/site/dexter/home.do"&gt;Dexter&lt;/a&gt;. I don't know what that kind of trade in says about me. I used to be hooked on a pretty teenage drama, now I lock eyes with a well-meaning (adorable) Miami sociopath every Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-1049948168899935568?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/1049948168899935568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=1049948168899935568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/1049948168899935568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/1049948168899935568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-think-im-in-love-with-serial-killer.html' title='i think i&apos;m in love with a serial killer.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/RziZFtU7T3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/GhNwWECAKoU/s72-c/dexter+04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-2419707147230501752</id><published>2007-10-30T23:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T23:44:07.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>double, double, toil and trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2191/1804332998_659cacdab8.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 371px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2191/1804332998_659cacdab8.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a grueling, week-long decoration grudge-match, one area in my office emerged victorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, I share an office with another art director (Courtney) and a writer (Laura). We're affectionately (at least I hope so) known as the Dorm Room. Apparently, most noobs at the agency get their start there and most of them are recent grads. We also have a little fridge, so it feels like a dorm room at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agency held a Halloween decorating contest this year. Being the one in charge of promoting it, I may or maynot have included some mouthing off about how the dorm room would be taking on all comers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the production department responded. And it was, in fact, on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our theme &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/cmykara/sets/72157602794994746/"&gt;"The Demise of the Dormroom Three: A Forensic Nightmare"&lt;/a&gt; and went from funny, to bloody, to bloody funny, to.. wow, that's kinda wrong. That willy-nilly risktaking proved worth it when we got the most votes and claimed the prize of a pizza party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-2419707147230501752?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/2419707147230501752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=2419707147230501752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/2419707147230501752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/2419707147230501752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2007/10/double-double-toil-and-trouble.html' title='double, double, toil and trouble'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-7779635498722091257</id><published>2007-10-29T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T23:31:34.534-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new start'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new job'/><title type='text'>congratulations are in order.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/53/193095436_411edd8ceb.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 190px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/53/193095436_411edd8ceb.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't read this (not yet anyway). But congratulations to Sir William on his new job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-7779635498722091257?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/7779635498722091257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=7779635498722091257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/7779635498722091257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/7779635498722091257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2007/10/congratulations-are-in-order.html' title='congratulations are in order.'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895482614772264854.post-1237497855080442650</id><published>2007-10-29T15:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:57:32.784-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the darjeeling limited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>i love you too, but I'm gonna mace you in the face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/RyY3RkxWN6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/dPSJ4yMb7Cg/s1600-h/2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/RyY3RkxWN6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/dPSJ4yMb7Cg/s320/2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126846000875845538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt, Bill and I went to see the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0838221/"&gt;Darjeeling Limited&lt;/a&gt; yesterday (complete with &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1094249/"&gt;Hotel Chevalier&lt;/a&gt; screening before the feature).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adored it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a proven sucker for dysfunctional family flicks, that's  already a given (I can watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0449059/"&gt;Little Miss Sunshine&lt;/a&gt; to no end). That combined with Anderson's absolute love affair with color and composition -- I'm in heaven. It's gorgeous. I don't claim to be a film critic in any fashion, so I won't attempt to write my own synopsis. So to steal a bit from imdb.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Three American brothers who have not spoken to each other in a year set off on a train voyage across India with a plan to find themselves and bond with each other -- to become brothers again like they used to be. Their "spiritual quest", however, veers rapidly off-course (due to events involving over-the-counter pain killers, Indian cough syrup, and pepper spray), and they eventually find themselves stranded alone in the middle of the desert with eleven suitcases, a printer, and a laminating machine. At this moment, a new, unplanned journey suddenly begins."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the visual attraction (both stylistic and Schwartzman), this Anderson film got to me more so than any of the others I've seen. I mentioned this to Matt after the movie, over baked potatoes at Wendy's and he seemed a bit surprised and asked why that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess I get a story about carrying around your parent's baggage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it doesn't sound it, that is in no way depressing. It's therapeutic to see someone else go through it, even if it's just fictional. Maybe it'll take a train ride through India to patch up the all-too battered relationship between myself and my own sibling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"I wonder if the three of us would've been friends in real life. Not as brothers, but as people." - Jack Whitman, The Darjeeling Limited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder that too. But lately, it seems like the answer would be "no".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895482614772264854-1237497855080442650?l=cmykara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/feeds/1237497855080442650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895482614772264854&amp;postID=1237497855080442650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/1237497855080442650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895482614772264854/posts/default/1237497855080442650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmykara.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-you-too-but-im-gonna-mace-you-in.html' title='i love you too, but I&apos;m gonna mace you in the face!'/><author><name>kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07098566658042614050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/TRwB3KEqCRI/AAAAAAAAANg/EMw48TfSzdw/S220/karamatt'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03CqCK96b84/RyY3RkxWN6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/dPSJ4yMb7Cg/s72-c/2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
