<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:20:51.249-08:00</updated><category term='Nifty Stories'/><category term='Environment'/><category term='Classic Movies'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Fitness'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='TCM'/><category term='Life - It Happens'/><category term='Famous Stars'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Beauty Tips'/><title type='text'>Sex, Lies &amp; Gaudy Drapes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125.post-7137551106720443528</id><published>2009-10-11T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T17:11:28.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made You Look</title><content type='html'>I'm finally posting on my blog, not because I have anything interesting to share but I couldn't stand reading the last blog title on the BS forum over and over again.  Honestly it made me as nauseous as I'm sure it did everyone else there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I tried staying up to watch a 3 star TCM movie but couldn't do it.  I kept feeling my eye lids droop until I would doze off for a bit.  Now that the weather is cold, snuggling up with a blanket and watching a good movie sounds plausible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635155527948300125-7137551106720443528?l=www.arikbo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/7137551106720443528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635155527948300125&amp;postID=7137551106720443528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/7137551106720443528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/7137551106720443528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/2009/10/made-you-look.html' title='Made You Look'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125.post-1632400219295903307</id><published>2009-01-22T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:00:01.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Where was security?</title><content type='html'>Everybody Loves Raymond?  Well, apparently the Obamas do.  Raymond, Raymond, Raymond...my god you're awful.  Ray Romano graced the stage at the Neighborhood Inaugural Ball.  Once he attempted a MIL joke it snowballed from there.  It was so awful that I begged Cliff to turn to the channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch if you dare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sKeVVRFGzMc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=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/sKeVVRFGzMc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&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/6635155527948300125-1632400219295903307?l=www.arikbo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/1632400219295903307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635155527948300125&amp;postID=1632400219295903307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/1632400219295903307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/1632400219295903307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/2009/01/where-was-security.html' title='Where was security?'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125.post-6669847266290179825</id><published>2009-01-20T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:30:53.343-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classic Movies'/><title type='text'>Favorite Snack &amp; A Patch Of Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SXZp8_l7A6I/AAAAAAAAAr8/Q99NgZIBoHg/s1600-h/snack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SXZp8_l7A6I/AAAAAAAAAr8/Q99NgZIBoHg/s200/snack.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293534908604154786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; winter and my favorite snack is a pricey one.  Bing cherries &amp;amp; blackberries.  They were both on sale last week so I thought, what the hell?  Hmmm, so good.  I wish we had more space so I could add more fruit to the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lzUHBJqRfyo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lzUHBJqRfyo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the movie!  Last night I saw &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Patch of Blue&lt;/span&gt;.  I've always wanted to see this movie but I never catch it on.  It wasn't disappointing.  I'm so glad I got to see it.  All the actors were suburb.  Of course I love Sidney Poitier and Shelley Winters, but I was impressed with Elizabeth Hartman as well.  What a great movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I am not very impressed with 1960 - 70 movies.  I happen to catch some Dick Van Dyke movies..ugh, thank goodness he redeemed himself with Mary Poppins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/te_Nv3lMUnA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=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/te_Nv3lMUnA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/6635155527948300125-6669847266290179825?l=www.arikbo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/6669847266290179825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635155527948300125&amp;postID=6669847266290179825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/6669847266290179825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/6669847266290179825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/2009/01/favorite-snack-patch-of-blue.html' title='Favorite Snack &amp; A Patch Of Blue'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SXZp8_l7A6I/AAAAAAAAAr8/Q99NgZIBoHg/s72-c/snack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125.post-6049083011809175862</id><published>2008-12-09T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:30:26.314-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TCM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classic Movies'/><title type='text'>Kim, 1950 Movie</title><content type='html'>I've been sick with a cold/flu bug for the past few days so last night I watched, &lt;em&gt;Kim&lt;/em&gt; (Kipling's tale)&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;on TCM. First off I didn't think I would enjoy it and I'm not sure I did. I was too busy blowing my nose and gasping breath from my mouth. The remote was across the room but I had an old remote that would mute. Yes, I was that lazy. I must have found it a little bit captivating because I stayed up for all of it and I never hit the mute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kim is a young boy living on his own on the streets of India. He is actually the son of a deceased British officer, but often runs around as an Indian child. He meets a holy man that he devotes himself to but when his true identity is found out they want him to start attending school which doesn't appeal to him. Meanwhile his friend, The Red Beard, (Errol Flynn) has him working as a spy for the British, which as you can guess is rather exciting &amp;amp; dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conflicting influences in his life were interesting. The holy man teaching him compassion &amp;amp; kindness &amp;amp; then the spy life where violence was a norm. Anyway its a good movie if you have a fever &amp;amp; can't find the remote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KNGsxTIrvjo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KNGsxTIrvjo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635155527948300125-6049083011809175862?l=www.arikbo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/6049083011809175862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635155527948300125&amp;postID=6049083011809175862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/6049083011809175862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/6049083011809175862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/2008/12/kim-1950-movie.html' title='Kim, 1950 Movie'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125.post-3835218934023199122</id><published>2008-11-21T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:09:37.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous Stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TCM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classic Movies'/><title type='text'>Osborne Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SScBNBTLPrI/AAAAAAAAAn4/PCQLMrWrakg/s1600-h/Robert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271183212059246258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SScBNBTLPrI/AAAAAAAAAn4/PCQLMrWrakg/s200/Robert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can’t even explain how excited I was to see Robert Osborne speak at the Alder Theater before the screening of the Cary Grant film, &lt;em&gt;North By Northwest. &lt;/em&gt;I’m a classic movie geek so a dorky word like giddy kind of sums it up. I was very giddy. He has interviewed, befriended and touched some of the most interesting people that I idolize and here we both were breathing the same air. &lt;em&gt;giddy giddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Now about that air, when we first entered the theater it was a sea of white &amp;amp; shiny bald heads. Every white haired lady must have doused herself with at least one bottle of perfume because the stench was unbelievable. I’m serious, my eyes were burning but even though I could hardly breathe I knew it would be worth it to see the TCM host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the theater started to fill I turned to Cliff &amp;amp; told him that earlier I vigorously scrubbed my left boob knowing that I would never again wash it after tonight. I planned to ask Robert Osborne to sign it, looking down at my tiny chest, or to at least initial it. Cliff was embarrassed by my humor and reminded me that all the people around us probably had their hearing aids up on high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that there weren’t more younger people, but it was kind of nice being one of the younger chics even though I haven’t considered myself “young” in a long time. I guess I should have known that it would be an older audience when I picked a pamphlet outside the theater doors that wasn’t about the production but about strokes. Even though I was disappointed that there wasn’t a vast array of ages in the audience, one thing was true that we all loved; Cary Grant, TCM &amp;amp; Robert Osborne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Osborne was so great. I’ve always considered him to be a vast knowledge of every aspect of movies but I had no idea how wickedly funny he is. I could spend hours, days..weeks listening to his stories. He has an amazing way of story telling and his voice is perfect. Not squeaky or nasally. {{sigh}} It was a night to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had trouble sleeping that night. Not because of all the excitement or the jumbo of information, but the fact that I had been pickled in god awful perfume smell for 4 plus hours. I couldn’t get it off my skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635155527948300125-3835218934023199122?l=www.arikbo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/3835218934023199122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635155527948300125&amp;postID=3835218934023199122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/3835218934023199122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/3835218934023199122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/2008/11/osborne-live.html' title='Osborne Live'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SScBNBTLPrI/AAAAAAAAAn4/PCQLMrWrakg/s72-c/Robert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125.post-820649834264802784</id><published>2008-10-09T15:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:43:16.366-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life - It Happens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous Stars'/><title type='text'>Opus Dies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SO6GqfXK62I/AAAAAAAAAnA/e_C4QRYjU0o/s1600-h/opus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255285879719258978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SO6GqfXK62I/AAAAAAAAAnA/e_C4QRYjU0o/s200/opus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Say it ain't so, Joe...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt;, Berkeley Breathed!  I love Opus!  He's been around for 30 of my 32 years and to spend a Sunday without him is unimaginable.  Where else on a Sunday morning will I find unbelievable insight, love and a deep knowledge that I am not alone on this earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a faithful follower and it breaks my heart to see Opus in an animal shelter.  Don't tell me he is going to be euthanized?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Oh Opus.  You will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Links to Make Opus Followers Wallow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=95441421"&gt;Farewell Opus; Hello Pete, The Perfectly Practical Pig&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/player/mediaPlayer.html?action=1&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;islist=false&amp;amp;id=95441421&amp;amp;m=95448234"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Berkeley Breathed Explains Why He Has Moved On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Blah!  Boooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit - 11-12-08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it turns out that Opus isn't dead but asleep.  Ugh, he is still silent!!  Hopefully he will speak again soon.  Love you Opus!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635155527948300125-820649834264802784?l=www.arikbo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/820649834264802784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635155527948300125&amp;postID=820649834264802784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/820649834264802784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/820649834264802784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/2008/10/opus-dies.html' title='Opus Dies'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SO6GqfXK62I/AAAAAAAAAnA/e_C4QRYjU0o/s72-c/opus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125.post-6237379887317800884</id><published>2008-09-25T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:09:55.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous Stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TCM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classic Movies'/><title type='text'>Lady for a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SNvspqjsxLI/AAAAAAAAAlg/AsSAapDhLKg/s1600-h/May_Robson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250049991173260466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SNvspqjsxLI/AAAAAAAAAlg/AsSAapDhLKg/s200/May_Robson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Frank Capra's &lt;em&gt;Lady for a Day&lt;/em&gt; (1933) was on TCM yesterday and I loved it. Thank you, Carol, for letting me know it was going to be on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had watched &lt;em&gt;Pocketful of Miracles,&lt;/em&gt; which is the 1966 version, but I had never seen the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the original (&lt;em&gt;Lady for a Day&lt;/em&gt;), May Robson plays Apple Annie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SNxM5w8pI8I/AAAAAAAAAlo/O_I-V4BGFJ0/s1600-h/bette-davis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250155820882666434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SNxM5w8pI8I/AAAAAAAAAlo/O_I-V4BGFJ0/s200/bette-davis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;em&gt;Pocketful of Miracles&lt;/em&gt; (1966) Apple Annie is played by Bette Davis. Well, you know I love Bette Davis, but May Robson is amazing in the role and although both play a cranky, old drunk woman superbly only May Robson shows the tender side. She was a great actress and I look forward to searching out more movies that she had roles in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the wonderful performance of May Robson, the rest of the cast was great. I loved Warren William as Dave the Dude. Guy Kibbee played the judge &amp;amp; added so much more to the character than the 1966 version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Bette Davis picture it looks like the witch in &lt;em&gt;Snow White &lt;/em&gt;about to sell one of her "special apples", so I'll tell you a little about the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right at the beginning we meet the main character, Apple Annie. Apple Annie is a street peddler, who crosses paths with all sorts of interesting characters as she sells her special apples. She is uncouth, unkempt &amp;amp; not the typical sweet little old lady, but there is something so endearing about her that you can't help but falling in love with the character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corresponding by letters, she has kept in touch with a daughter she has never seen. Apple Annie has been less than honest about her life and made it seem like she was a member of high society. Soon she finds out her daughter is planning a trip to New York so that she, her fiancée and her future father-in-law can meet her. As you can guess Apple Annie is distressed because she doesn't want her daughter to ever see the real life that she lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a clip from youtube but I couldn't find one. From someone that usually doesn't care for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awwwww&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; movies, this is a sweet, enjoyable film that I would recommend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635155527948300125-6237379887317800884?l=www.arikbo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/6237379887317800884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635155527948300125&amp;postID=6237379887317800884' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/6237379887317800884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/6237379887317800884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/2008/09/lady-for-day.html' title='Lady for a Day'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SNvspqjsxLI/AAAAAAAAAlg/AsSAapDhLKg/s72-c/May_Robson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125.post-7927370612658400091</id><published>2008-09-06T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:45:17.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life - It Happens'/><title type='text'>Butt Sniffing Frenzy</title><content type='html'>It was the grand opening for our city's dog park so of course we had to attend. There were hundreds of pooches in a 2 acre area running loose. omg, I wasn't sure about letting the girls off their leash but after awhile we did. I've learned that Bailey hates other dogs. She wasn't snippy, but scared &amp;amp; didn't care at all for all the butt sniffing. Several times she wanted me to pick her up but I refuse to carry a 30 lb dog around a dog park. Haley on the other hand ran off with a pack of Rottweilers. lol She loved it. After an hour we had to put her back on her leash because we couldn't keep track of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met a lot of Beagle owners which was nice. The dog park is, well, they did such a wonderful job with the 6 foot fence being straight &amp;amp; level at the top that at the bottom sometimes the fence was 6 inches from the ground!!! Luckily our girls were so busy with all the excitement. All the city officials were there talking about the stupid 2 gate system so when one person was leaving it was like double secure from your dog escaping but they could easily go right under the fence?!? Being the b*tch that I am, I had to ask them if they were going to fix it and he acted like I was such a party pooper. How dare I gripe. Hey, I didn't mention the fact that there are zero trees for shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have are own place for the girls to run that I think is much safer but it was fun to meet other dog owners. Ironically when there was a dog fight it was always the ankle biters getting rowdy with each other. I've never seen that many dogs together at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera wasn't working but the girls were on the local news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635155527948300125-7927370612658400091?l=www.arikbo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/7927370612658400091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635155527948300125&amp;postID=7927370612658400091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/7927370612658400091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/7927370612658400091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/2008/09/butt-sniffing-frenzy.html' title='Butt Sniffing Frenzy'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125.post-7661169404764027774</id><published>2008-08-27T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:39:06.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life - It Happens'/><title type='text'>Haunted Bathrooms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SLV-gkdSoPI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Z2eitj5PUTc/s1600-h/toilet_paper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239232839522885874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SLV-gkdSoPI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Z2eitj5PUTc/s200/toilet_paper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What's worse than feeling that cold chill &amp;amp; knowing that you're not alone? Being in the bathroom while the haunting is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try not to get too graphic because I don't really care for potty humor, but a few nights ago I was taking a tinkle when the roll of toilet paper decided to spin like mad, dumping toilet paper all over the ground. I had to reach over and stop the frenzy or I'm sure the entire roll would have been all over the place. Now, I try to keep an open mind about ghosts and since living in our 100 year old house we've had several experiences that has made us believers, but this was the first in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So was I scared sh*tless? It would have been a good place to be, but no, I was pissed. Ugh, no pun intended. I thought it was extremely tacky. Isn't any place sacred?!? Bathrooms should be off limits!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to think that it wasn't a haunting but rather a toilet roll stunt. Like, toilet paper inspector #78 thought it would be really funny to roll the toilet paper so tight that after the sixth square or so, it would take off on its own. &lt;em&gt;Or&lt;/em&gt; maybe it was a ghost, but one of our dearly departed cats. Bud loved to bat at the toilet paper until it all laid in one massive pile. Yeah, I would like to think it was Bud and not my Great, Great Grandpa Carl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635155527948300125-7661169404764027774?l=www.arikbo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/7661169404764027774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635155527948300125&amp;postID=7661169404764027774' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/7661169404764027774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/7661169404764027774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/2008/08/haunted-bathrooms.html' title='Haunted Bathrooms'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SLV-gkdSoPI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Z2eitj5PUTc/s72-c/toilet_paper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125.post-2128463446996250472</id><published>2008-08-13T09:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:20:56.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous Stars'/><title type='text'>Bette Davis Takes A Lickin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234037043253737586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMI9bBf-HI/AAAAAAAAAaU/DzA6DlvGj0g/s200/stamp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Next month the post office will start selling the Bette Davis stamp. It's been part of the Legends of Hollywood Series, and let me tell you this months Sinatra looked more like Frankenstein with blue eyes. I felt bad for each piece of mail I slapped his face on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wouldn't it be cool if they make a book a stamps with all her best characters on it? Instead it's going to be something like this. Beautiful but &lt;em&gt;yawn&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMJT_2tyHI/AAAAAAAAAac/dRcY--p9u3Q/s1600-h/Stamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234037431097739378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMJT_2tyHI/AAAAAAAAAac/dRcY--p9u3Q/s200/Stamp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wouldn't it be wild if it was Baby Jane? Yeah, I would love to use that one. &lt;em&gt;You'll get your freaking money when I feel like sending in the god d*mn bill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6635155527948300125-2128463446996250472?l=www.arikbo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/2128463446996250472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635155527948300125&amp;postID=2128463446996250472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/2128463446996250472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/2128463446996250472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/2008/08/bette-davis-takes-lickin.html' title='Bette Davis Takes A Lickin&apos;'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMI9bBf-HI/AAAAAAAAAaU/DzA6DlvGj0g/s72-c/stamp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125.post-9013291012765065174</id><published>2008-08-11T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T16:57:46.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>R.I.P Isaac Hayes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_51fAfZ44n0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_51fAfZ44n0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635155527948300125-9013291012765065174?l=www.arikbo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/9013291012765065174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635155527948300125&amp;postID=9013291012765065174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/9013291012765065174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/9013291012765065174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/2008/08/rip-isaac-hayes.html' title='R.I.P Isaac Hayes'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125.post-8899141593888177300</id><published>2008-07-30T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:30:02.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life - It Happens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classic Movies'/><title type='text'>The Rainbow Connection</title><content type='html'>It's easy to get caught up in the things that society says are important, take loved ones for granted and lose sight of any dreams you might of had.  Bombarded by emails, phone calls and peanut butter cookies on top of the fridge I felt overwhelmed this morning, frustrated by crap I seem to be failing miserably at and yet to continue to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then because of the death of fellow blogger, I was reacquainted with an old love.  Kermit the Frog &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;"The Rainbow Connection" reminds us to connect with that inner voice that tells us to try big things that may seem impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rainbow Connection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the Muppet Movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/thEiXbovv98&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/thEiXbovv98&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Rainbow Connection" Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are there so many songs about rainbows&lt;br /&gt;And what's on the other side?&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,&lt;br /&gt;And rainbows have nothing to hide.&lt;br /&gt;So we've been told and some choose to believe it&lt;br /&gt;I know they're wrong, wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,&lt;br /&gt;The lovers, the dreamers and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said that every wish would be heard and answered&lt;br /&gt;When wished on the morning star?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it,&lt;br /&gt;And look what it's done so far.&lt;br /&gt;What's so amazing that keeps us stargazing&lt;br /&gt;And what do we think we might see?&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,&lt;br /&gt;The lovers, the dreamers, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us under its spell,&lt;br /&gt;We know that it's probably magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been half asleep? And have you heard voices?&lt;br /&gt;I've heard them calling my name.&lt;br /&gt;Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors?&lt;br /&gt;The voice might be one and the same&lt;br /&gt;I've heard it too many times to ignore it&lt;br /&gt;It's something that I'm s'posed to be.&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,&lt;br /&gt;The lovers, the dreamers, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laa, da daa dee da daa daa,&lt;br /&gt;La laa la la laa dee daa doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think The Rainbow Connection a beautiful song and of course the Muppets have always been a love of mine.  Jim Henson is one of my heros.  How wonderful to live your life creating magic in a world that can be so devastating &amp; cruel.  He didn't live long but his magic still lingers.  When I grow up I want to create magic but maybe that's the point.  The real magically people never grow up.  I hope it's not too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635155527948300125-8899141593888177300?l=www.arikbo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/8899141593888177300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635155527948300125&amp;postID=8899141593888177300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/8899141593888177300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/8899141593888177300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/2008/07/rainbow-connection.html' title='The Rainbow Connection'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125.post-6043748991155771548</id><published>2008-07-23T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T12:55:40.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life - It Happens'/><title type='text'>My name is Francine</title><content type='html'>Not having power for the last couple days it was a toss up to where was more warm, inside or out?  It was so humid and muggy so after spending time out in the garden I decided to take a nap on the couch with my beagle Bailey.  Drifting softly into that cozy, sleepy state I hear a tiny voice outside say, "My name is Francine and I'm 5."  Then shrieks &amp; screams of delight from a child who is obliviously my neighbor but has been in front of the television for that first 5 years, because I've never seen her.  So much  for a nap.  Not having power in the neighborhood for a couple days brought people out into the streets.  Children whining about the heat and parents getting testy with each other, but otherwise I think everyone did pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;However it took me forever to figure out what it meant to be "powerless".  Hmm, what to do without my computer?  Guess I'll just have to watch some movies.  &lt;strong&gt;DUH&lt;/strong&gt;  What to eat?  Well, we can heat up some canned beans in the microwave.  &lt;strong&gt;DUH&lt;/strong&gt;  Being without air conditioning isn't so bad at least we have box fans to put in the windows. &lt;strong&gt;DUH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The batteries weren't in the flashlights of course so I every time I needed to find my way around the dark house I used the light of my cell phone.  We were so unprepared that it was embarrassing but somehow we survived.  Now the power is back.  Children are back in their air conditioned homes in front of the tv and I've got my blog back.  :)  However happy I am to be back with technology there was something rather refreshing about not having to sift through 900 emails or being absorbed by one electronic device or another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635155527948300125-6043748991155771548?l=www.arikbo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/6043748991155771548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635155527948300125&amp;postID=6043748991155771548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/6043748991155771548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/6043748991155771548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/2008/07/my-name-is-francine.html' title='My name is Francine'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125.post-2320712535212027471</id><published>2008-07-04T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T18:59:19.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life - It Happens'/><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><content type='html'>total shock &amp; awe&lt;br /&gt;sorrow for those left grieving &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;My younger cousin never woke up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget his laugh or his smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635155527948300125-2320712535212027471?l=www.arikbo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/2320712535212027471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635155527948300125&amp;postID=2320712535212027471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/2320712535212027471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/2320712535212027471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/2008/07/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125.post-1542821683513856400</id><published>2008-06-27T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:18:54.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Cheeser Teasers</title><content type='html'>A great movie snack.  Not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cheese&lt;/span&gt; Teasers.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cheeser Teasers&lt;/span&gt; When I was a teen we would stop at a local gas station for a hot bag of these treats.  Of course gas stations don't carry the healthiest foods but these thing were &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so tasty&lt;/span&gt;.  They stopped carrying them though and then for a short time Schwans offered them and then stopped carrying them too.  I was sure I would be able to find them on the internet, but all I found was a recipe for a dog treat.  So what is a Cheeser Teaser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;It's kind of like a large tater tot with two crimped sides.  Inside is a pocket of zesty, hot cheddar cheese.  Kind of like a shot of Mexican Velveeta cheese.  I'm not a big tater tot eater but these things were such a tasty snack.  We didn't eat them much but when they were around, they were gobbled up.  They were greasy little buggers &amp; probably fattening as hell, but I can see them being a huge hit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened to the Cheeser Teasers?!?  Did someone bite down on a hot one to have it squirt scorching cheese in their eye?  Cheeser Teasers lawsuit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all is well, Ore-Ida® really should create a filled tater tot.  Don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635155527948300125-1542821683513856400?l=www.arikbo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/1542821683513856400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635155527948300125&amp;postID=1542821683513856400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/1542821683513856400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/1542821683513856400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/2008/06/cheeser-teasers.html' title='Cheeser Teasers'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125.post-6514775364948123439</id><published>2008-06-26T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:27:10.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life - It Happens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty Tips'/><title type='text'>Watch out, Angelina Jolie</title><content type='html'>I may be in the running for the fattest lips ever. See how a sting can work wonders? Bloats your lips and gives a numbing feeling that makes you incapable of drinking fluids, but ain't I beautiful? &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SGP3t7H1wuI/AAAAAAAAASw/B5hOFJq_ab4/s1600-h/lips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SGP3t7H1wuI/AAAAAAAAASw/B5hOFJq_ab4/s200/lips.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216285161761915618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:  So much for Angelina, I woke up this morning looking more like Rocky Balboa.  Time to pop an antihistamine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635155527948300125-6514775364948123439?l=www.arikbo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/6514775364948123439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635155527948300125&amp;postID=6514775364948123439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/6514775364948123439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/6514775364948123439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/2008/06/watch-out-angelina-jolie.html' title='Watch out, Angelina Jolie'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SGP3t7H1wuI/AAAAAAAAASw/B5hOFJq_ab4/s72-c/lips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125.post-6001630782657458291</id><published>2008-06-21T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T12:59:00.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life - It Happens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Those Aren't Your Memories</title><content type='html'>Contrary to this blog, I really don't watch &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of tv.  Of course there are a few exceptional sitcoms that I usually don't discover until they are reruns playing on cable, otherwise my main veg out time in front of the tv is for the Classic Movies.  Even those I rarely get to watch once a week.  Most of my time is spent in the garden or feeding critters because our yard is full of furry &amp; feathered beggars.  So I guess keeping their tummies full seems to be one of my favorite past times.  While I'm spending time outside I often think about the strangest things.  Most I won't admit to but this morning I thought about death &amp; final moments.  I though about my life flashing before my eyes and I wondered how much of it would be bad tv from the '80s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;How much of an influence is television?  Will it take over during those final moments and I'll have a vision of David Hasselhoff driving Kit into the back of a semi?  I cringe to think of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when the tv (couch potato) generation get older, and memories start to slip, will they sit in a nursing home remembering their days hanging with the Fonz or will they still hold a grudge against Marsha, Marsha, Marsha?  I'll probably fill the ears of the people around me with stories about my friends: George, Kramer, &amp; Jerry.  Eeek!  I hope that memories are filed away in different locations, so I see my loved ones and remember the joy that happened in my lifetime, but if things slip I hope to remember dancing on air with Fred Astaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SF00H57mz5I/AAAAAAAAASo/eRRiMN-MJ4Q/s1600-h/air.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SF00H57mz5I/AAAAAAAAASo/eRRiMN-MJ4Q/s200/air.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214381253979459474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635155527948300125-6001630782657458291?l=www.arikbo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/6001630782657458291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635155527948300125&amp;postID=6001630782657458291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/6001630782657458291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/6001630782657458291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/2008/06/those-arent-your-memories.html' title='Those Aren&apos;t Your Memories'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SF00H57mz5I/AAAAAAAAASo/eRRiMN-MJ4Q/s72-c/air.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125.post-3388943453322498986</id><published>2008-06-04T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:49:01.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TCM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classic Movies'/><title type='text'>Broken Blossoms</title><content type='html'>Last night &lt;em&gt;Broken Blossoms&lt;/em&gt; was played on TCM. It is one of my favorite silent films. Not because it is enjoyable film, but because it was made in a time of intolerance, which unfortunately hasn't been rid of today. &lt;em&gt;Broken Blossoms&lt;/em&gt; is whirlwind of emotions and some of the narrator lines are the best I've ever read in a silent film. &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"youthful dreams come to wreck against the sordid realities of life"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/06m6aqHwUiw&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/06m6aqHwUiw&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is by no means perfect. Having to "have" a white man (Richard Barthelmess) portray an Asian man...I don't know, he is kind of creepy looking, but looking past that, it's a beautiful story about two people finding each other and of course it leads to a tragic ending.  Lillian Gish was wonderful as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken Blossoms - Interesting Links&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0009968/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Internet Movie Database&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Broken Blossoms: Reviews, Movie Photos, Message Boards, User Ratings, Synopsis, Credits, Goofs and Quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Broken_Blossoms"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Broken Blossoms: Gives plot summary, cast, and lists remakes of this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tcm.com/tcmdb/title.jsp?stid=5883"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TCM Overview&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Broken Blossoms : Lists casts/crew, gives a synopsis of the film and message board available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filmsite.org/brok.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken Blossoms (1919)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Broken Blossoms : descriptive review commentaries and background history.  They have the entire movie in text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635155527948300125-3388943453322498986?l=www.arikbo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/3388943453322498986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635155527948300125&amp;postID=3388943453322498986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/3388943453322498986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/3388943453322498986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/2008/06/broken-blossoms.html' title='Broken Blossoms'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125.post-2135638007309672165</id><published>2008-05-27T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:47:12.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life - It Happens'/><title type='text'>Drama West Side Story Style</title><content type='html'>Around midnight I was awaken by angry voices on the street outside our home.  "One on one, man." was repeated over and over and this is how the most ridiculous reenactment of West Side Story went down in my neighborhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;The choreography was terrible, the lines were weak and the main characters were the biggest bunch buffoons imaginable.  Hours later the two "warriors" still hadn't touched each other but continued to throw barbs as both their cars sat running.  Are they not aware of the gas prices?  Supporting roles ventured from the homes, chanting what may have been the most annoying banter &amp; giggles.  To add to the musical several neighborhood dogs gave their two cents.  Sequels are expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted and disgusted, this narrator, crawled back into bed wondering what possibly she did in a past life to deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635155527948300125-2135638007309672165?l=www.arikbo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/2135638007309672165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635155527948300125&amp;postID=2135638007309672165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/2135638007309672165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/2135638007309672165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/2008/05/drama-west-side-story-style.html' title='Drama West Side Story Style'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125.post-3860300693209286702</id><published>2008-04-29T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:56:19.378-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Dr. Oz's Chia Muffins</title><content type='html'>I wanted to try the Chia Muffin recipe that was on &lt;em&gt;The Oprah Show&lt;/em&gt;, so like 200 million other viewers I rushed out to find me some Chia. Once I searched for the Chia Muffin recipe I became aware that it is actually a Pumpkin-Chia Seed Muffin recipe. There is only a 1 Tbsp. ground chia seeds, so what the hell am I going do with the other 5lbs of Chia seeds?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I was a little leary of what these ugly little brown muffins would taste like. They smell good but the last line in the recipe had me wondering: Salt and pepper to taste. What? Cinnamon, nutmeg, pumpkin, maple syrup and I'm going to need to add pepper or salt for taste? That's like adding pepper flakes to blue berry muffins. Anyway, needless to say I was worried. I was wondering if they tasted real bad would the neighborhood squirrels even eat them, but lo and behold they are pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how many muffins the recipe was suppose to make. Mine were on the small side and made about 18. The Pumpkin-Chia Seed muffins have a nice moist texture, smell great &amp;amp; the taste is kind of like a pumpkin roll but not as sickening sweet. I'm impressed so I'm giving up my dull bran cereal for breakfast for a little Pumpkin-Chia Seed Muffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the recipe for anyone else that might want to try them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pumpkin-Chia Seed Muffins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp. chia seeds, ground (use a coffee or spice grinder)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup whole wheat or whole grain flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup white unbleached flour&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;16 oz. can organic pumpkin (make sure there is only pumpkin listed on the ingredient list)&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup high-quality extra virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 cup pure maple syrup (or 1/2 cup agave nectar or a combination of the two)&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup of chopped walnuts or pecans, optional&lt;br /&gt;Salt and pepper to taste &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(whatever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-heat oven to 350°.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix dry ingredients together in a bowl. In a separate bowl, mix all wet ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fold the wet ingredients (fold in nuts now if you are using them) into the dry ingredients and spoon into paper-lined muffin or greased muffin tins. Bake for 25–30 minutes or until a toothpick inserted into the middle of a muffin comes out clean. Store completely cooled muffins in sealable plastic bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635155527948300125-3860300693209286702?l=www.arikbo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/3860300693209286702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635155527948300125&amp;postID=3860300693209286702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/3860300693209286702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/3860300693209286702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/2008/04/dr-ozs-chia-muffins.html' title='Dr. Oz&apos;s Chia Muffins'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125.post-6989148030748179601</id><published>2008-04-29T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T03:06:46.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous Stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TCM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classic Movies'/><title type='text'>Tiny Waist Award Goes To</title><content type='html'>Last night I started watching &lt;em&gt;Evergreen&lt;/em&gt;, a 1934 musical starring Jessie Matthews.  I couldn't get into the movie so I ended up going to bed, but I couldn't get over Jessie Matthews' itty, bitty, tiny waist.  Hollywood is full of thin girls but Jessie Matthews has the tiniest waist I have ever seen.  She's built like a thread-waisted wasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/soywIx509Hw&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/soywIx509Hw&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635155527948300125-6989148030748179601?l=www.arikbo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/6989148030748179601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635155527948300125&amp;postID=6989148030748179601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/6989148030748179601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/6989148030748179601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/2008/04/tiny-waist-award-goes-to.html' title='Tiny Waist Award Goes To'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125.post-3353185745875897046</id><published>2008-04-28T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:50:20.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TCM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classic Movies'/><title type='text'>Paper Moon</title><content type='html'>The people at Smoke Free Movies must freak out every time &lt;em&gt;Paper Moon&lt;/em&gt; is played.  I'm not sure how many other movies are out there where the nine year old character, Addie Loggins (Tatum O'Neal) is lighting up throughout the film.  If it's ever dubbed it will be a shame since it's such a part of her tough, but adorable, character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gDqhAo2Cs-c&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gDqhAo2Cs-c&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinematography of this movie is great.  It's been said that Orson Welles was a close friend of director Peter Bogdanovich, and did some consulting on the cinematography.  Whoever decided to shoot the movie in black and white photography through a red filter really knew how to make the images pop despite it being 1973 and the audience was probably expecting color.  Had this movie been made in color it most certainly would have lost much of its appeal.  That said, the lines were good, story is entertaining and the choice of actors couldn't get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great movie that should be watched.  I'm not sure if I was just not in the mood but watching last weekend was a ho-hum experience.  Maybe I've seen it too much?  I was annoyed by the dialog and saw it for the first time as too much bickering.  Like I said, maybe I was just in the wrong mood for this movie.  &lt;em&gt;Paper Moon&lt;/em&gt; is still one of my favorites that I would add to my collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interesting Links&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0070510/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Internet Movie Database&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Paper Moon: Reviews, Movie Photos, Message Boards, User Ratings, Synopsis, Credits, Goofs and Quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paper_Moon_%28film%29"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Paper Moon: Gives plot summary, cast, and lists remakes of this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tcm.com/tcmdb/title.jsp?scarlettTitleId=22449"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TCM Overview&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Paper Moon : Lists casts/crew, gives a synopsis of the film and message board available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635155527948300125-3353185745875897046?l=www.arikbo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/3353185745875897046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635155527948300125&amp;postID=3353185745875897046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/3353185745875897046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/3353185745875897046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/2008/04/paper-moon.html' title='Paper Moon'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125.post-818712573022438235</id><published>2008-04-23T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T08:56:16.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TCM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classic Movies'/><title type='text'>Midnight (1939)</title><content type='html'>Claudette Colbert plays a chorus girl (Eve Peabody) that arrives in Paris with nothing except the gown on her back.  Yes, I said gown, which works out really well for her.  Eve Peabody has high hopes of wealth and recognition as she sets out to find a singing job.  Don Ameche plays the quick witted taxi driver (Tibor Czerny) who falls for her and offers her a place to go, but Eve Peabody has big dreams.  As much as she likes Tibor Czerny, her future doesn't include being a taxi drivers wife, so she runs from his taxi when he has stopped for gas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Luck has it that there is a swanky party being held not far from there so Eve Peabody sneaks in and there the wonderful John Barrymore (Georges Flammarion) awaits with some hilarious facial expressions.  I have to admit that the movie is good, but it becomes even better once Barrymore enters the picture.  Barrymore's character Georges Flammarion propositions  Eve Peabody to flirt with Jacques Picot.  Jacques Picot is the man that Georges Flammarion's wife is having an affair with.  Did you get all that?  So then the fun begins as Eve Peabody is suddenly playing the role as Baroness Czerny.  Then the movie becomes even better when Tibor Czerny comes back into the picture to reclaim his "wife".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really loved Midnight.  Some scenes are lol and you can't help but fall in love with Claudette Colbert, Don Ameche, and John Barrymore.  What a great bunch of people to play these characters.  It really is a must see movie if you enjoy romantic comedies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635155527948300125-818712573022438235?l=www.arikbo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/818712573022438235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635155527948300125&amp;postID=818712573022438235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/818712573022438235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/818712573022438235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/2008/04/midnight-1939.html' title='Midnight (1939)'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125.post-687038956566277259</id><published>2008-04-18T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T13:15:16.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Environment'/><title type='text'>I feel the earth move under my feet</title><content type='html'>Ugh, what was worse? The house shaking uncontrollably or the song, I Feel The Earth Move, playing over and over in my head. What's even worse than that is I only know two lines of the song. If you haven't guessed yet we had an earthquake today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;It reminded me of being on a bad boat ride. It was really a surreal experience. I happened to be awake paying bills and noticed the glass on the bookcase shaking and then the entire house was jiggling. I was in awe and probably had a goofy look on my face. It was rather exciting. By the time the next one rolled around enough was enough. For gods sake, I get motion sickness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635155527948300125-687038956566277259?l=www.arikbo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/687038956566277259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635155527948300125&amp;postID=687038956566277259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/687038956566277259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/687038956566277259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/2008/04/i-feel-earth-move-under-my-feet.html' title='I feel the earth move under my feet'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635155527948300125.post-1954612782491007321</id><published>2008-04-18T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T18:57:59.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Jason Castro - Somewhere Over the Rainbow</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago American Idol contestant, Jason Castro, sang a wonderful version of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow".  It was amazing.  He did such a great job and really, in my opinion was the best act that week.  But I was even more thrilled when he mentioned Israel Kamakawiwo'ole who originally sang the beautiful Hawaii influenced version of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I fell in love with Israel Kamakawiwo'ole music a year ago after I heard a commercial that had used a clip of his music.  The internet is a great tool at finding things but I was a little disappointed to learn that Israel Kamakawiwo'ole that he had passed away in 1997.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you enjoyed Jason Castro's performance I think you'll appreciate ("The Gentle Giant") Israel Kamakawiwo'ole's version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somewhere Over the Rainbow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2A2Jt4WOxN8&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2A2Jt4WOxN8&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Israel_Kamakawiwo'ole"&gt;Israel Kamakawiwo'ole Wikipedia Page&lt;/a&gt; - Read more about Israel Kamakawiwo'ole: his life, music and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I can't forget about Jason Castro did an amazing job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nRH8AR5P-20&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nRH8AR5P-20&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/season7/jason_castro/"&gt;Jason Castro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635155527948300125-1954612782491007321?l=www.arikbo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.arikbo.com/feeds/1954612782491007321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635155527948300125&amp;postID=1954612782491007321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/1954612782491007321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635155527948300125/posts/default/1954612782491007321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.arikbo.com/2008/04/jason-castro-somewhere-over-rainbow.html' title='Jason Castro - Somewhere Over the Rainbow'/><author><name>Arikbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8niJBJuc2U/SKMTcYwFPUI/AAAAAAAAAas/6nwZ-rkPVo0/s1600-R/arikbo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
