<?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-10108522</id><updated>2011-07-28T16:31:50.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's with Evans</title><subtitle type='html'>I live, observe and read, therefor I must write to see if I was the only one paying attention to what they said and what they were wearing. Can't get enough of me? check out a more serious side at "dabblingswithevans".</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>391</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-6234730314834506470</id><published>2010-10-20T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T16:30:07.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Lives! Shazam! Ta-dah!</title><content type='html'>Perhaps all it took was the decline of an icon to get me back in the game- that poor Florence Henderson was robbed! Shame on the "House of Palin" for remaining upright when it kept collapsing during the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just too much coffee late in the day, and a slow down at the office, has my&amp;nbsp;storytelling fingers itchy&amp;nbsp;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just what has moved me to rekindle an old flame almost a year removed from our last date? Change, and not the kind that you voted for in 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhap&amp;nbsp;blogging while working at a very large media empire (with a famous news network or two) creates a sense of fear when there is a company policy to manuever around to avoid&amp;nbsp;getting spanked; or just a real busy schedule keeping my hands tied and away from the blogosphere. Is blogging still happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never the less, in the immortal words of many fun dance songs (Howard Jones, Lisa Stansfield, Jesse McCartney, et al), "i'm leaving". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep- after 10.5 years of working in one place I am uprooting to go work at another place (how eloquent, eh?). I have loved my job, company and all it has provided for me along my professional career. The opportunity for growth internally wasn't clear or currently present, so I&amp;nbsp;have found it&amp;nbsp;elsewhere.&amp;nbsp; I leave with only great feeling and some sadness for those I will miss- and yet a new group awaits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-6234730314834506470?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6234730314834506470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=6234730314834506470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/6234730314834506470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/6234730314834506470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-lives-shazam-ta-dah.html' title='It Lives! Shazam! Ta-dah!'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-3680903260348308890</id><published>2009-11-24T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:42:19.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Liz Lemon says...</title><content type='html'>"Dealbreakers..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't watch a performance but act offended by it, you don't get to complain. If you are a network that puts on the said performance and leaves it unedited from East to West coast feeds, you can't claim you've been fouled. You can't claim ignorance either when you promote the performance as "outrageous" and&amp;nbsp; schedule it after the all awards have been given out and the local news is nipping at your heels- just in case people tune out. Dealbreaker! If you are offended yet too lazy to click the remote...dealbreaker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No complaining about healthcare if you are overweight or a smoker- you are the very thing that is burdening the system. Dealbreaker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divorced people can't fight for the defense of marriage- they are who mock the institute. Protect marriage- don't divorce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, you can't support a candidate if you don't know why you support them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mKKKgua7wQk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/mKKKgua7wQk&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-3680903260348308890?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/3680903260348308890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=3680903260348308890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/3680903260348308890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/3680903260348308890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-liz-lemon-says.html' title='Like Liz Lemon says...'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-669742557745210098</id><published>2009-11-23T10:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:03:57.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The American Music Awards in review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/Swqo6aye4oI/AAAAAAAAAzI/uo7QOayGwLU/s1600/Rihanna-outfit_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/Swqo6aye4oI/AAAAAAAAAzI/uo7QOayGwLU/s320/Rihanna-outfit_l.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awards season is kicking into gear and if the AMA is a bellwether of what's to come, well then you better start a crackin' to stock up on gauze, hairspray, "I love Taylor Swift" posters and any discarded Mad Max and the Thunderdome outfits you can find. Although Alicia Keyes may have already beaten you to all the chainmail tops, it seems there's no end&amp;nbsp;to the supply of&amp;nbsp;barbed shoulders. And Jlo, I'd leave the "Louboutins" and start over with some "fresh out of the oven" music if you want to be a contender in a comeback role!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of comebacks, "what up, Whitney?" Seems like Dick Clark needed to create an award for the "comeback of the year", so why not call her "Int'l Artist of the Year?"- not like anyone really believes it, but it gave The Preacher's Wife a chance to reclaim the stage-too bad she can't sing any more. That was just an okay, talk-along approach, without hitting any notes. You could see the sighs of relief in the crowd when she finished and hadn't pulled a Britney, circa 2008, VMA's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question- why didn't Elvis, Nat King Cole or the Beatles get nominated? Oh yeah, cause they are dead and don't have new material...so...Michael...why was he nominated? The act of dying is not a category! Just because he died doesn't mean you throw him into categories he doesn't qualify for! Give him his props with an honorary award, but don't put him on the ballot! It just make the whole evening and awards seem cheap...speaking of Adam Lambert's performance- could someone return Paula Abdul's "Cold-Hearted Snake" props when they are done? The mirror goes back to Michael's Neverland ranch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Rihanna stole Toni Braxon's outfit from the Grammy's years ago- or King Tut and repurposed it. That resourceful Lady GaGa then took it and made outfits for all of her dancers out of it! Now, add a dash of zombie dance moves, fire, broken glass, christmas lights&amp;nbsp;and the stage is set for her perfect performance; Lady G's, not Riri's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Perez show up? And why does anyone give him a mic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for Mary J and Carrie Underwood for keeping the joint classy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, props to Taylor Swift who stayed up really late to accept her awards! Way to go!&amp;nbsp;I hope she doesn't have to perform today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the night, I think the only thing feeling more spent than&amp;nbsp;Taylor Swift's acceptance speeches were the censors working the Eminem and 50 Cent performance or Adam Lambert's stylist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-669742557745210098?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/669742557745210098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=669742557745210098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/669742557745210098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/669742557745210098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/11/amas-in-review.html' title='The American Music Awards in review'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/Swqo6aye4oI/AAAAAAAAAzI/uo7QOayGwLU/s72-c/Rihanna-outfit_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-7118868437997296403</id><published>2009-11-12T19:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:25:10.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like I never left...</title><content type='html'>Yo Zombie Jesus, when I fall asleep at the &lt;strike&gt;wheel&lt;/strike&gt; blog,&amp;nbsp;I thought you were supposed to take over! I should have known country music lyrics were just a bunch of lies, unless Taylor Swift sings them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Apparently nobody was ghost-writing while I fiddled, maybe they were too busy watching TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brings me out of my shell? That dumb woman Carrie Prejean and Jon minus 8....why won't they just shut up and go away? Is anybody listening? Wait a sec- aren't these the same stupid people I was blogging about 2 months ago, and they still haven't left the building? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I know why I fell asleep at the wheel- they bore me to sleep! I'd rather listen to the band members of Aerosmith argue about if they have broken up or not than give an audience to Jon "what's his claim to fame"? And as for CP- she'd sell more book with less publicity, she's giving her "Christian" self a bad name! Shut up already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone excited about seeing Levi Johnson naked? How frickin' arbitrary is that? WTF? And yet he gets media reporting on this- this is treated as breaking news! The only thing breaking appears to be his zipper and his panty's elastic waistband that causes them to&amp;nbsp;fall down- no need to send a satelite car &amp;amp; crew over for reporting about the shlong...and honestly, if it is so impressive, why would you need a satelite&amp;nbsp;truck equipment&amp;nbsp;to see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon/Kate, Carrie/Pageants, or Levi/Sarah and the media...The only person who seems to have been able to sum up these folks and their relationships&amp;nbsp;appropriately is Gaga..."&lt;em&gt;call it a bad romance."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-7118868437997296403?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/7118868437997296403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=7118868437997296403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7118868437997296403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7118868437997296403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-i-never-left.html' title='Like I never left...'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-5854637738773056166</id><published>2009-09-20T15:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T17:10:45.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sizzle!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SraHB_x0tUI/AAAAAAAAAzA/HWAxkLUWF1A/s1600-h/uwlogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 94px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SraHB_x0tUI/AAAAAAAAAzA/HWAxkLUWF1A/s320/uwlogo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383638872938034498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washington upended USC, 16-13,...the Dawgs are the sizzle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I'm going to say about that- nothing worse than a poor winner, despite having so few wins to celebrate over the past 3 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did they pull off the win? Perhaps it was the Dick Butkus pep talk? Spending the night at a Holiday Inn Express? Drinking milk? Who knows, let's just hope it's the start of things to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid to go to sleep last night, for fear it would all be just a dream and in the morning it would still be Saturday AM and the game would have yet to be played. Although the win is still there on the record books, my fears were well founded about going to sleep. I had a nightmare that right when Washington kicked the winning field goal, one of the refs turned into Kayne West and decided that USC was usually a much better team and so we don't get to celebrate our win, even though the kick counted. He chased everyone off the field, but was taken down by an errant goalpost falling over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like one of those Geico commercials, when the cave men are finally enjoying themselves, whether at the beach or in a bowling alley, and then suddenly a Geico ad pops up and ruins the whole day! I know why the cave man cries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 years of watching other teams celebrate victory after victory, and quietly wishing (in my best Liz Lemon voice) "&lt;em&gt;I want to go to there&lt;/em&gt;"...."there" finally got here! Not that I counted, but it had been 741 days since the last time a Dawg fan got to celebrate back-back wins...I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the win was real...yippee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-5854637738773056166?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5854637738773056166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=5854637738773056166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5854637738773056166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5854637738773056166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/09/sizzle.html' title='The Sizzle!!'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SraHB_x0tUI/AAAAAAAAAzA/HWAxkLUWF1A/s72-c/uwlogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-2023163436449933616</id><published>2009-09-18T09:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T17:01:21.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>13,260</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SrONbCrpO0I/AAAAAAAAAy4/b_NGpe6gTLw/s1600-h/mjkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SrONbCrpO0I/AAAAAAAAAy4/b_NGpe6gTLw/s320/mjkids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382801475353787202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, those are not my winning lottery numbers or how you measure a year- it's what you make in a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you received $13,260/month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's like paying off a year of college tuition and still putting a down payment on a car, in just one month! I guess next months stipend goes to a crazy party at Chuck E. Cheese and purchasing more Hannah Montana crap then 20 screaming 10 year old girls could devour at All-American Girl (well, if they were to sell Hannah there)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$13,260 is the amount each one of Michael Jackson's kids receives monthly. "Blanket" has become a lot more expensive than a Snuggy- he's a cashmere quilt!&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I bet Lourdes Ciccione is wishing she could have been adopted! Momma Madonna seems to be much more grounded in granting her special privileges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given how much money that is and how young these kids are, if Katherine doesn't do something to help them along, I guessing we are about to witness the slow development of the next Danny Bonaduce, Corey Feldman and Dana Plato in the making- I can only hope they aspire to be Paris!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-2023163436449933616?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/2023163436449933616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=2023163436449933616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/2023163436449933616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/2023163436449933616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/09/13260.html' title='13,260'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SrONbCrpO0I/AAAAAAAAAy4/b_NGpe6gTLw/s72-c/mjkids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-8803748244936519023</id><published>2009-08-26T11:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:40:45.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Treason!</title><content type='html'>Now I know why other countries hate us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we offer up 2 servings of George W.&lt;br /&gt;Then we dish out this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can America succeed in stemming the tide of ill-will when we dump this shit on the world, without so much as a warning? People were upset about the Valdez oil spill...what about this toxic waste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so many options to choose from, this is what they came up with? What, did Samantha Fox cancel at the last minute and LaToya wasn't available?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it serves NBC right that they should wallow away in crappy ratings- apparently they signed some deal with &lt;s&gt;the devil&lt;/s&gt; Sylar and now they are paying for it! And I'm not referring to Seasons 2 and 3 of "Heroes"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bahama's should sue for slander because this "performance" shenanigan violates their motto, "it's better in the Bahama's" something fierce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7SUU_R-ld3M&amp;hl=en&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/7SUU_R-ld3M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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/10108522-8803748244936519023?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8803748244936519023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=8803748244936519023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/8803748244936519023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/8803748244936519023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/08/treason.html' title='Treason!'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-8191722361625312622</id><published>2009-08-24T21:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:01:00.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing my patience</title><content type='html'>For a society that, on the whole, seems to abhor anything close to standardized testing (whether it be the SAT's, ACT's, IQ, blood, who's your daddy, Chlamydia, or emergency broadcasting systems) there sure are a helluva lot of tests you can take on Facebook- and people are not only taking them, but they are sharing their answers with everyone...and thinking you should take the same tests too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How keen is it that the city we both should live in is Phoenix (ouch, that hurts!)&lt;br /&gt;or that my closest "Sex in the City" persona is Carrie (yeah, we type about the same number of words per minute) or if I were a superhero I'd be the Flash (the red spandex and spanx are quite fetching!)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is because I was &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt; "one of those" people who rather enjoyed taking tests through out school that I have such a disdain for the random crap that is such malarkey and has no foot in reality or value. "Like I'm really closest to Julie on the Love Boat" and my best pet should be a turtle"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the latest, and close to lamest, test to wander down the pike has to be, "If you were a Jonas Brother, which would you be?" I quickly answered, "the one without the ring..." but when the answer came back, "Eric Dane" I realized maybe there was something to this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-8191722361625312622?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8191722361625312622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=8191722361625312622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/8191722361625312622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/8191722361625312622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/08/testing-my-patience.html' title='Testing my patience'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-3518813025850521013</id><published>2009-08-23T10:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T10:27:37.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does a rose smell as sweet?</title><content type='html'>"What about the smell?" is all I keep thinking of when I hear that Michael, &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; Michael, has yet to be laid to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, do they have him secured in a human-size Ziploc baggy or something?&lt;br /&gt;I know how a pair of feet can smell in a day or two with no washings, but add armpits &lt;em&gt;(he still did have those, right?)&lt;/em&gt;, decaying skin and musty death-breath and you got some major funk going on! If CSI has taught me anything, it's that dead bodies can create some major Febreeze moments! If he thought Diana was dirty, imagine what she's saying about him, right about now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay the poor man to rest already! You know anything that has to do with MJ is still going to be a 3 ring circus, so have with it and move on to all the legal disputes that will go on infinitely. It's not just the music that will make MJ immortal, it's also the litany of lawsuits that will stretch from here to the end of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-3518813025850521013?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/3518813025850521013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=3518813025850521013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/3518813025850521013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/3518813025850521013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/08/does-rose-smell-as-sweet.html' title='Does a rose smell as sweet?'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-7026615042540882767</id><published>2009-08-19T15:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:30:07.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of an Imperfect Angle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/Soxgwu2I74I/AAAAAAAAAyw/qedBt_OlIEs/s1600-h/crapwrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/Soxgwu2I74I/AAAAAAAAAyw/qedBt_OlIEs/s320/crapwrap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371774845871255426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate wrapping Christmas presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we are not anywhere near the season of church-driven giving (it ain't charity sweetie!), but I figured I might as well get that rant off my chest during the dog days of summer when everyone is a bit grouchy because of the darn heat and humidity; complaining just seems to blend better during summer's muggy-ness than in winter's chills. Like how smoking a cigarette seems more chic in winter when those tendrils of nicotine-exhaust waif out of your mouth, than during the 100 degrees days of summer where it looks as enjoyable smoking as it does wearing a gas mask jogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there were people who, while growing up, belonged to certain &lt;em&gt;("DECA, DECA anyone?")&lt;/em&gt; high school groups that would not only teach you how to wrap presents in a manner that would make you look like an expert, but that would also then hawk those skills at the local malls for a few bucks to help your said school organization. This skill wasn't for me. I was too busy doing sports and learning &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;real life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; talents, like integers and chemistry equations. I preferred to wrap my presents like I wrapped my text books, place them in a bag; VIOLA!...or if I went fancy, I cut that brown grocery bag open and wrapped the book up with a new surface for future doodling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am a broken man, embarrassed by the sad displays of perverted colored origami (that I paid dearly for at the local Hallmark store) molesting a box, trying to pass it off as eclectic wrapping talents. I typically acknowledge the "blooming skills" of my young children who wanted to "help daddy". That only gets awkward when gift recipients realize I have no children. The thing is, when it comes to wrapping, I can't get a darn angle to work with me! I fold one side too short, the other was cut wrong and I end up with something as disheveled as Oscar Madison from the Odd Couple! And what's worse? My partner is an EXPERT at this shit (not that I am competitive about these things...). Every gift he wraps not only looks commercial ready for Tiffany's or Bloomingdale's (even Martha needs to step back!),he even nails the darn ribbons...that he makes! I sit there sticking on as many of those pre-made puppies as I can, to hide the paper tragedy, and he's there making his own....and they look good. I silently curse paper cuts on him that just don't come while I fiddle with yet another crappy angle of wrapping paper to finesse into something more than it will ever be, like Tonya Harding's dreams of making it into the big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My closing thought on this, "Thank you for gift bags..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-7026615042540882767?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/7026615042540882767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=7026615042540882767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7026615042540882767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7026615042540882767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/08/memoirs-of-imperfect-angle.html' title='Memoirs of an Imperfect Angle'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/Soxgwu2I74I/AAAAAAAAAyw/qedBt_OlIEs/s72-c/crapwrap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-5741762887150857090</id><published>2009-08-06T22:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:38:58.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hughes? Hughes? Hughes?</title><content type='html'>For many, the day "the Earth stood still", was merely a month ago when Michael Jackson was declared dead (and not the Keanu movie remake), as I have made clear, that day was not so tragic in my eyes- he'd been a ghost of himself for over a decade; but the news today, of another 80's icon passing, did bum me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a walk in Central Park, director John Hughes suffered a fatal heart attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If MJ provided the music to many people's childhood, John Hughes provided the movies. Growing up with the Breakfast Club (and desiring to start my own, only not detention-themed), the fear of being forgotten on my sweet 16, left home alone while the family vacations (I guess there's a plus for staycations) or crashing my father's car after skipping school (like I got to drive!), John Hughes wrote and directed the movies my generation was raised on. Too bad he had "Curly Sue" as his last effort, but where would "The Office" be if JH hadn't helped find Steve Carroll? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least his efforts will forever (don't you worry about us forgetting about you, don't don't don't) be available via &lt;S&gt;Blockbuster&lt;/s&gt; Netflixs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps fitting, what came to mind when I heard of his death, were lyrics to an old OMD song from "Pretty in Pink", "If You Leave".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...We’ve always had time on our sides&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s fading fast&lt;br /&gt;Every second, every moment&lt;br /&gt;We’ve got to, We’ve got to make it last..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the movies, Mr Hughes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-5741762887150857090?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5741762887150857090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=5741762887150857090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5741762887150857090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5741762887150857090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/08/hughes-hughes-hughes.html' title='Hughes? Hughes? Hughes?'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-7320996644041030459</id><published>2009-07-24T13:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T14:09:52.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Learned it from Reality TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/Smn4uoRjD_I/AAAAAAAAAyo/amwNvTruPMc/s1600-h/big+balls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 75px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/Smn4uoRjD_I/AAAAAAAAAyo/amwNvTruPMc/s320/big+balls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362090311329976306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything important in life, I learned from TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok, more precisely, i learned the real critical stuff from reality tv&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lesson of the summer is two-fold; "don't mess with the big balls, just take a time penalty" and "men don't leave". Ladies, I hope you are taking notes! You ought to be taking notes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the "nothing to watch on Monday nights" complaint is finally over, now that "True Blood" repeats Sunday night's episode at the much more friendly hour of 8pm. &lt;br /&gt;But I did get mildly hooked on the Bachelorette (finally concluding this week)- it's such a well written show! The plot lines are quite addictive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching this hapless woman narrow down her suitors-to-be, I found myself asking, are (straight) men always this way? Not once or twice, but three times now men have left, just to show back up...and twice they were asked to leave. What's up with the "men don't leave" mentality? I can't imagine this translates well with future possible mates who have observed these guys not being able to take directions. I hope those who have to deal with men learn to lock their doors and change locks frequently! There's nothing more pathetic than a guy who's been dumped coming back for more...can I get an amen (and a restraining order)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago Jessica Lange has a movie about this phenomena, but I thought Lorena Bobbitt helped put an end to this; apparently not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the big balls...well, that just goes without saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-7320996644041030459?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/7320996644041030459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=7320996644041030459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7320996644041030459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7320996644041030459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-learned-it-from-reality-tv.html' title='I Learned it from Reality TV'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/Smn4uoRjD_I/AAAAAAAAAyo/amwNvTruPMc/s72-c/big+balls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-5636528778171187330</id><published>2009-07-16T12:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:42:42.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Survived A Senate Hearing Gameshow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/Sl9YdHGWGrI/AAAAAAAAAyg/tI3ZtAIlMCk/s1600-h/lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/Sl9YdHGWGrI/AAAAAAAAAyg/tI3ZtAIlMCk/s320/lee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359099338739292850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dim all the lights (sweet darling) and cue the audience."&lt;br /&gt;"placards in place to tell when to hoot and whistle and cheer and boo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bring out the contestants&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"stock the challenge booth with lots of water and ginseng, to help refresh the person and their memories."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First question, (for a potential seat in the big courthouse), "what EXACTLY did you mean, when 22 years ago, you said, "damn, he's hot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To the best of my recollection, while watching a "6 Million Dollar Man" rerun, I noted that, while saving a disabled person, the actor, Lee Majors, looked hot in his t-shirt."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Could you please clarify that statement? The American people have right to know where you stood on the appearance of Lee Majors (20 years ago), and if, by claiming he "was hot" did you discriminate against a lesser handsome person and trample over someones rights to non-discrimination based on appearance? So you believed Lee Majors to be hot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"At the time I thought that was an appropriate response. Yes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And do you still feel that way?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you have changed your position on something you said just 22 years ago?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cue the boo and hiss cards&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing further, next contestant please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-5636528778171187330?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5636528778171187330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=5636528778171187330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5636528778171187330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5636528778171187330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-survived-senate-hearing-gameshow.html' title='I Survived A Senate Hearing Gameshow'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/Sl9YdHGWGrI/AAAAAAAAAyg/tI3ZtAIlMCk/s72-c/lee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-7136838799198435234</id><published>2009-07-15T09:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T09:38:19.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HP6: Magically Delicious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/Sl3ZjiaTWaI/AAAAAAAAAyY/nOcgbAUX9nI/s1600-h/hp6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/Sl3ZjiaTWaI/AAAAAAAAAyY/nOcgbAUX9nI/s320/hp6.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358678336196532642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip-hip-hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught a premiere showing of Harry Potter last night and thoroughly enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is from the same person who is enjoying this seasons Bachelorette, but don't hate on that! I know it's just fluff! It's not rocket science like Wipeout! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help set the record straight, I didn't wait up past midnight to catch it, I got a sneak peek- and the only reason why I clarify that is to help prove I am impartial; as much as I may like Madonna, I'm not afraid to call out her in &lt;s&gt;Body of Evidence&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;s&gt; Shanghai Surprise&lt;/s&gt; , &lt;s&gt;Who's that Girl&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;s&gt;Speed the Plow &lt;/s&gt; her movie choices &lt;s&gt;SweptAway&lt;/s&gt;. I'm not one of the crazy ones who dress up and and wait for hours/days in line to catch the Half-Blood Prince at the striking of midnight, or counted down the days till the final book came out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, getting the Deathly Hollows, at Waterstones, in London, on July 20th, 2007, way past midnight, on what is otherwise known as "opening night of sales" is a totally different story! (Tom) Riddle me this...Where were you when the final book came out?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...the movie is great, but advice for the book lover, don't brush up on the storyline before you go- there are some deviations from the book that may disappoint some of the "true hearts". But taken as its own movie, it's a wonderful adventure and has you primed for the final two installments...2010 and 2011 can't come soon enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-7136838799198435234?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/7136838799198435234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=7136838799198435234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7136838799198435234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7136838799198435234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/07/hp6-magically-delicious.html' title='HP6: Magically Delicious!'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/Sl3ZjiaTWaI/AAAAAAAAAyY/nOcgbAUX9nI/s72-c/hp6.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-4860928061407098820</id><published>2009-07-11T20:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:39:02.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Joyce!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SlkwlVN2iwI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/62bRyEH-Kqw/s1600-h/joyce-dewitt-mugshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SlkwlVN2iwI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/62bRyEH-Kqw/s320/joyce-dewitt-mugshot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357366649642453762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing screams, "MOVE THAT BUS!", like a bad mug shot!&lt;br /&gt;The latest entry into the "I'm a drunk celebrity- get me an extreme makeover" is none other than the lovable and laughable Janet. What she wouldn't do to have Mr. Roper bail her out of this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"well yeah, Three's Company was on 3 decades ago, but hey...who's counting?" Apparently, neither Joyce nor the Regal Beagle bartender, but the Breathalyzer certainly was!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really should be someone running a "GlamorMug Shot" service to the stars- they'd certainly stay in business. Given how TMZ is all over everyone's shit before the cops are, perhaps they could add it to their line of services. At least then someone might agree to an interview or regard them somewhat favorably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping Joyce DeWitt pulls that mug back together, it's way too close to looking like Norman Fell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-4860928061407098820?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/4860928061407098820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=4860928061407098820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/4860928061407098820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/4860928061407098820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/07/re-joyce.html' title='Re-Joyce!'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SlkwlVN2iwI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/62bRyEH-Kqw/s72-c/joyce-dewitt-mugshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-6701287081975026601</id><published>2009-07-09T07:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:17:41.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that it?</title><content type='html'>Beggars can't be choosers, but I felt this action was just the &lt;a href="http://watching-tv.ew.com/2009/07/michael-jackson-mariah-carey-apology.html"&gt;tip of the iceberg. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the crap that we as a radio listening audience have had to put up with over the years, I would think Mimi could have been a bit longer in her apology. Yes, it is a great first step towards acknowledging the s&amp;$t she squatted out and dumped on the world, but it makes me think that she doesn't realize that is how she always sounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, while she is apologizing, what about the dress she wore...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have seen the dessert, "Death by Chocolate", on many a fine restaurants menus, but after reading &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/07/09/new.jersey.chocolate.death/index.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; I just kept thinking about poor Augusta in Willy Wonka. This is not the way I want to go. MJ is my new role model for going out quick and easy, but with a big splash! Just no Mariah, please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-6701287081975026601?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6701287081975026601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=6701287081975026601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/6701287081975026601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/6701287081975026601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-that-it.html' title='Is that it?'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-8595667338625415160</id><published>2009-07-03T15:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T15:28:25.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stealing Salutations</title><content type='html'>Merry 3rd of July to all and to all a good fireworks show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something as big as the USA's birthday deserves more than just a mere day to celebrate (and who couldn't use another day off work), so I'm pushing to get a "4th of July Birthday Eve" added to our grouping of federal holidays. Note, that is "grouping", not "groping"; one needs not wait for a federal holiday to be groped, if you're lucky! Hello, separation of church and state? We "technically" aren't a religious country, but Jesus gets an "eve" thrown his way (and it's not even the real birth date, if you follow those things), so why can't Uncle Sam? Let the debate begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Michael is dead and now he's a saint; funny what death can do to an image. Perhaps Perez should take note? Bet he's glad June is over! It's almost blasphemous now to refer to MJ as "wacko jacko", but less than two weeks ago he was irrelevant, bizarre and losing Neverland Ranch, again. Strip away his music credentials and he was a creepy man who would most likely have been locked up for a variety of reasons, least of all the cavorting around with a monkey. But now...need I say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-8595667338625415160?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8595667338625415160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=8595667338625415160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/8595667338625415160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/8595667338625415160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/07/stealing-salutations.html' title='Stealing Salutations'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-1447312519476233598</id><published>2009-06-25T12:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:53:43.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to the Governor of South Carolina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SkTg1pDFLdI/AAAAAAAAAyI/yZp6o5sxkUU/s1600-h/gov..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SkTg1pDFLdI/AAAAAAAAAyI/yZp6o5sxkUU/s320/gov..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351649469379456466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little ditty about the Governor of South Carolina...to the tune of the Black Eyed Peas, "where is the love"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with SC mama?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's living like aint got no mamas&lt;br /&gt;I think politicians are addicted to the drama&lt;br /&gt;Only attracted to the things that bring you trauma&lt;br /&gt;Overseas travellin'&lt;br /&gt;Not explaining where he's been&lt;br /&gt;Claims he's been hikin' &lt;br /&gt;On the Appalachian&lt;br /&gt;But it's frontin' for another woman&lt;br /&gt;Yet marriages he will support to discriminate&lt;br /&gt;And to discriminate only generates hate&lt;br /&gt;And if you hatin you're bound to get irate&lt;br /&gt;Yeah madness is what you demonstrate&lt;br /&gt;And that's the lies he perpetrates&lt;br /&gt;You gotta have love just to set it straight&lt;br /&gt;Take control of your mind and meditate &lt;br /&gt;Let your soul gravitate to the love y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People cheatin' people lying&lt;br /&gt;Children hurtin you hear them crying &lt;br /&gt;Can you practice what you preach&lt;br /&gt;Would you turn the other cheek?&lt;br /&gt;Father Father Father help us &lt;br /&gt;Send some guidance from above &lt;br /&gt;Cause people got me got me questioning &lt;br /&gt;Where is the Gov?(where is the Govx3)(the Gov2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the wife already sez he's changed&lt;br /&gt;New days are strange is the world the insane?&lt;br /&gt;If love and peace so strong&lt;br /&gt;Then trips to Argentina don't belong&lt;br /&gt;Now the Governor drops a bomb&lt;br /&gt;For months it's been going on&lt;br /&gt;Away on Father's Day&lt;br /&gt;What do you have to say&lt;br /&gt;So ask yourself is the loving really strong?&lt;br /&gt;So I can ask myself really what is going wrong&lt;br /&gt;With this world that we living in &lt;br /&gt;People keep on giving in&lt;br /&gt;Makin wrong decisions &lt;br /&gt;Only visions of them livin and&lt;br /&gt;Not respecting each other&lt;br /&gt;Deny thy Argentine lover&lt;br /&gt;Disappeared with the reasons' undercover&lt;br /&gt;The truth is kept secret&lt;br /&gt;Swept under the rug&lt;br /&gt;If you never know truth &lt;br /&gt;Then you never know love &lt;br /&gt;Where's the Gov y'all?(I don't know)&lt;br /&gt;What's the truth y'all?(I don't know)&lt;br /&gt;Where's the Gov y'all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People cheatin people lying &lt;br /&gt;Children hurtin you hear them crying&lt;br /&gt;Can practice what you preach &lt;br /&gt;Would you turn the other cheek?&lt;br /&gt;Father father father help us &lt;br /&gt;Send some guidance from above&lt;br /&gt;Cause people got me got me questioning &lt;br /&gt;Where is the Gov?(where is the Govx3)(the Govx2)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-1447312519476233598?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/1447312519476233598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=1447312519476233598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/1447312519476233598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/1447312519476233598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/06/tribute-to-governor-of-south-carolina.html' title='A tribute to the Governor of South Carolina'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SkTg1pDFLdI/AAAAAAAAAyI/yZp6o5sxkUU/s72-c/gov..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-3098018607082397102</id><published>2009-06-24T09:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T09:36:55.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day: anti-Twilight (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SkIrPTsbP-I/AAAAAAAAAyA/GpL0Ak8g-pA/s1600-h/vamps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SkIrPTsbP-I/AAAAAAAAAyA/GpL0Ak8g-pA/s320/vamps.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350886849254211554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39-year-old actor Stephen Moyer, who plays Bill Compton, a 173-year-old Southern vampire on HBO's True Blood had this to say about Twilight's Robert Pattinson,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's a pussy! He's the Slim-Fast, Diet Coke of vampires."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hilarious, vamps dissing one another. I wonder what Spike or Angel would have to say? I bet Drusilla would like the young one and so would Eric.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-3098018607082397102?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/3098018607082397102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=3098018607082397102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/3098018607082397102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/3098018607082397102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote-of-day-anti-twilight-again.html' title='Quote of the Day: anti-Twilight (again)'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SkIrPTsbP-I/AAAAAAAAAyA/GpL0Ak8g-pA/s72-c/vamps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-3365869016358409130</id><published>2009-06-23T12:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:13:03.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Stephanie...</title><content type='html'>Dear Stephanie Pratt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry to hear about your weight challenges while on The Hills. Given what being on &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; show did to you, it makes sense you've moved on. Your health is most important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, but you haven't moved on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who is to blame? You say the show, i say, "Why blame just one show when you could blame the whole city of L.A., the entertainment industry or the state of California? Go big or go home!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, bad advice. I'm sure that's something like what they said, "get big and go home! We only like reality stars that look thin, not real!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if just being on a show can actually make you thinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEWS FLASH&lt;/strong&gt;...you may have had something to do with it; call it bad eating habits, drinking habits, always filming at a bar or coffee shop habits, binging habits, puking habits, smoking habits, coffee habits...or your stupid brother's habit of stressing you out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Usual Suspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a believer that being on a skinny-girl show creates your osmosis of bulimia to be skinny. I have watched plenty of America's Funniest Home Video's and never found Bob Saget to be funny. Anna Paquin doesn't have ESP in real life and Heather Locklear is no sharp shooter ala TJ Hooker! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not saying, I'm just saying...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-3365869016358409130?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/3365869016358409130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=3365869016358409130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/3365869016358409130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/3365869016358409130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-stephanie.html' title='Dear Stephanie...'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-5161053826246252956</id><published>2009-06-22T13:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:20:07.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>And it ends so perfectly...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.tv/play/AYGK5kyJ53Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="300" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-5161053826246252956?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5161053826246252956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=5161053826246252956' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5161053826246252956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5161053826246252956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally.html' title='FINALLY!'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-7632441932825073294</id><published>2009-06-16T14:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:54:17.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Necessarily the News</title><content type='html'>Ann Curry did a great job interviewing somebody on Monday- but you'll never hear much about it. Instead, we are being fed, ad naseum, information on the Roker-Speidi interview feud...that no one wants to care about but everyone keeps reporting on it (chalk one up, make that 12, up to the Speidi's for hanging around in the media spotlight waaaayyy tooo long- some things are best left in the jungles of Costa Rica).&lt;br /&gt;A country is close to toppling it's old-time government by virtue of a recent election, and about the only reason you will know about it is the fact that there has been blood shed during the riots that have taken place since the elections were completed. Otherwise, the only turmoil that is generating any coverage is the one between Palin and Letterman and that's about as ridiculous a topic to debate over as Sarah's pedicure (oh yeah, that's getting coverage too...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any one hear a good North Korea joke lately? They are about to be a huge threat with their recent advancements in arms development, but you wouldn't know much about that because John skipped Kate's birthday celebration, and that is the war everyone is googling to learn more about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way things are headed, about the only way Obama will get any attention paid to health care reform is to have Miley Cyrus tweet about it and "missing someone" (who died from a lack of health care). Fortunately, we the audience won't be duped, we've been told by every media outlet already she's just upset about a Justin/Jonas issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Nero fiddled why Rome burnt because he was unable to distinguish between the music and the emergency? or he had TMZ on too loud? Oh, no, it was just that Adam Lambert was the lead story...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-7632441932825073294?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/7632441932825073294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=7632441932825073294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7632441932825073294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7632441932825073294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-necessarily-news.html' title='Not Necessarily the News'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-6036373860557856059</id><published>2009-06-15T13:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:45:56.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Mountain People Proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SjaITCEFahI/AAAAAAAAAxw/eCTZYeqyyeQ/s1600-h/DollyPartonGirlScout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SjaITCEFahI/AAAAAAAAAxw/eCTZYeqyyeQ/s320/DollyPartonGirlScout.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347611468101937682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems these days everybody is chatting about what exactly they want to do before they die, so here is a truncated list of things I hope to experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the Pope (non-religious).&lt;br /&gt;Winning the Lotto (as long as it is over $20M, otherwise, it's just not worth it).&lt;br /&gt;Attend all four tennis Grand Slams (half way there).&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate Chaz Bono as much as his parents.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the fervor of what was the Macarena craze.&lt;br /&gt;Live in a city when it wins a major sports championship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just a few of the things I hope to accomplish at some point before traipsing into the Elysian Field of Dreams. Some may say, oh, that's the bucket list, but I am not calling it that, because I think that movie (of the same name) looked REALLY stupid and would hate for my aspirations to be maligned to anything Jack Nicolson did pretty much since 2000. Is his only job these days to just show up at the Oscars and Lakers games? Please note that this list is not in order, just train of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all that changed this week. The pinnacle of my strength and focus is now on achieving this &lt;a href="http://entertainment.msn.com/news/article.aspx?news=414438&amp;affid=100055"&gt;amazing feat!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't want a Girl Scout patch made in their honor? And who better than Dolly?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-6036373860557856059?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6036373860557856059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=6036373860557856059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/6036373860557856059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/6036373860557856059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/06/making-mountain-people-proud.html' title='Making Mountain People Proud'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SjaITCEFahI/AAAAAAAAAxw/eCTZYeqyyeQ/s72-c/DollyPartonGirlScout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-7979756950882217390</id><published>2009-06-13T17:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:04:14.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A California Fable</title><content type='html'>Off they went, a merry band of travelers, some might say, but I likened them more closely to a motley crew of pirates. Their destiny, and those who ventured to cross their path, was as unclear as a Sarah Palin speech, yet they set out with a song in the heart (probably Pitbull's, "I know You Want Me" since it has a nice beat to walk to), a slight sense of fear in their collective psyche and a vague sense of direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing exactly where they were headed was uncomfortable for Carrie. After a rocky few months on the pageant, and speaker series, circuit, and a recent decrowning, she was tired of others controlling her, but at least there had been a plan. Now she was having to rely heavily on her own wits, tits and lashes- the sashes were gone! If only she could understand the LA freeways she could relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perez, on the other hand, loved the unknown, glib or vague facts of life (and gossip). He could handle this journey, he just wasn't sure he could trust his traveling team. He and Carrie had pulled off the coupe of the century with the Miss USA contest fiasco. Both had garnered more publicity than either could have hoped for, and no one had guessed they had planned it all along- genius! He just wasn't sure if the "third" member of the gang could be trusted, given their propensity for stealing the spotlight and hogging all media. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Speidi" was the rogue member, now that they had escaped the jungles of Costa Rica- barely! To the rest of the world (okay, a very small NBC viewing audience) they are still there, but those few in the know realize that it's their "Dollhouse" fembots that are actually still there, malfunctioning constantly with glitches of "desiring to quit", that have allowed the real couple to join up with the others. They could hardly relax, fearing their disappearance from the jungle will be soon discovered- fortunately for them, no one is watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey wasn't far, Sacramento to be exact, but the road was a tough one- reading road maps was no ones forte. They desired to help fix California, by way of recreating a third political party, "The No(sp) Nothings". They hoped that when they arrived at the capitol, the Terminator would grant them audience and their request for a brain- just one, to share amongst them and the recognition of a legitimate third-party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie dreamed of the ticket of Prejean-Palin ("too (sp) beauty queens in politics"), Perez hoped to emulate, and attach himself to, his hero, Rush Limbaugh. Heidi was holding out for a reunion with LC. None of them realized that they'd have to run against each other, but so was the ignorant bliss of the "No Nothings".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-7979756950882217390?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/7979756950882217390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=7979756950882217390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7979756950882217390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7979756950882217390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/06/california-fable.html' title='A California Fable'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-6163363269845415053</id><published>2009-06-03T13:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:55:04.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ass-inine</title><content type='html'>There has been so much discussion about "accidental" asses fly around this week I thought it was already 2012 and Gingrich and Limbaugh were on the campaign trail; good to know it was just about Bruno and Eminem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since the MTV Movie Awards Show was (and I will use the term loosely) relevant or noteworthy. How long has it been since we saw the skeleton and Elvis' kin do that fake kiss and then discuss it? Truth be told, when's the last time anyone watched MTV for more than a "Hills" episode (and haven't we all given up on that (the ratings would seem to agree)? Yeah, MTV was once a powerhouse of social influence, but I'm placing money in the dead pool that MTV is about to be planning a wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the death of MTV, what's the new Muse? I read an article somewhere that Muses are fading like the Golden Girls; slipping away fast and you're dating yourself if you know who they are). I blame the calamity of the Muses on that atrocious fiasco of an actress, Sharon Stone, and her movie, "The Muse". That mythology has gone to Hades since she tried to channel one! But in this technologically savvy age, I guess the logic must be if you can't Twitter or Facebook, are you really there? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could get Judy Blume back- I'm pretty sure she isn't dead, so what gives? &lt;br /&gt;Can't somebody resurrect her career (like Susan Boyle) and lead our new youth past vampires and LC and direct them to the new Superfudge? Or will they be lead by false/fallen angels and hail Bruno as the second coming of Borat? Talk about calamities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what gives, Jesus is in the dumper, LC is off the Hills, Twilight is fading (maybe too hopeful too soon) Madonna is verging on statutory rape (again) and the radio is full of GaGa....who will be the next leader?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/os7jfJhwZEo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/os7jfJhwZEo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-6163363269845415053?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6163363269845415053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=6163363269845415053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/6163363269845415053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/6163363269845415053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/06/ass-inine.html' title='Ass-inine'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-4283066954097202814</id><published>2009-05-16T09:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:10:57.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic at my disco!</title><content type='html'>What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3000 songs on my Ipod (that all sound the same- "but there is SUCH a difference between the Aude remix and the Leger remix"), so now I am out of memory.&lt;br /&gt;Now, when I say out of memory, that's a technical term, not an Izzie type of short-term thing that may be indicative of a death coming up because I have been so difficult to deal with on the set, for the past season, but I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the vast array of songs that I have downloaded, but probably not even listened to, BUT MUST KEEP, how does one go about the delicate task of uninviting artists to squat on my pod? How do I know that I may not need Shakira in a moment of uninspired jogging to remotivate my ass? Or that Fleet Foxes will win me style points with the person sitting too close to me on a bus (not that I ever ride one...it is really more about those annoying individuals who linger too close in any of life's settings, where they shouldn't be sitting so close to me!) And to that point (and if they aren't cute...), I've got to keep some Rob Zombie or Twisted Sister loaded just so I can kick it up real loud to chase them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curses on this faulty memory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have attempted to waterboard the damn thing in hopes of recapturing long ago downloaded musical memories that may otherwise not be recollected, but that hasn't gotten me too far. I guess you can put Ipods right up there next to Nancy Pelosi under the category of "things that don't hold up well under examination." Funny, under a hair dryer, I might be able to revive my Ipod, but Nancy may not survive her own hot air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about a Sophie's Choice dilemma...NKOTB or NSync?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's Solomon when I need the wisdom on how to cut the baby??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-4283066954097202814?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/4283066954097202814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=4283066954097202814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/4283066954097202814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/4283066954097202814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/05/panic-at-my-disco.html' title='Panic at my disco!'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-4618466963487663551</id><published>2009-04-29T19:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:35:21.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly Single</title><content type='html'>Single again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was just a boy, sitting in front of a TV show, no longer loving her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would once be met with a joyous uproar now barely gets a "meh" from moi.&lt;br /&gt;A barely audible response of indifference was my reaction when I heard that "The Hills" had been renewed for MTV. Who gives a rip for season 5? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have outgrown my relationship and I have ended the long time love of my Monday nights...I broke up with The Hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like, who hasn't? The ratings are sinking like Lady Gaga in front of a line up of naked sailors. Yep, it's gotten down and dirty fast! Even the queen bee has chosen to walk away- Lauren Conrad has left the Hill...the rest will soon come tumbling after. Maybe she can now give more time to her clothing line before it....ooops, too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not to say we didn't have a nice run for awhile; I was so hot and heavy into everything Lo, Audrina or Brody had to say or wear. I was a quoting fool of all the best Justin Bobby lines (ALL of them), and when it came to Speidi- nobody loathed them half as good as me (besides David Letterman)...I was the consummate fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was the trip east, for Whitney, that was my last straw. Like a fan of Destiny's Child feels once Beyonce has left and only reunites for charity singles; it is just not the same. I suddenly found myself cheating on the gang- switching over to watch other shows on Monday nights- and liking them! Liking them more than the plots of The Hills even! Okay, maybe that is stretching the concept of a plot too much, but even Dancing with the Stars became more engaging (and quite a good lot of eye candy to boot scoot boogie with).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's over. Done. Finito. &lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. "The Hills" may the sun finally set on you soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving on, Lauren's moving on, Whitney has left, the sex has gone as stale as a Speidi fight; why stay around any longer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hills is starting to resemble a 14 year old dog, half-blind, half-deaf and with only 3 working legs...won't somebody put it out of it's misery?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-4618466963487663551?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/4618466963487663551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=4618466963487663551' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/4618466963487663551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/4618466963487663551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/04/suddenly-single.html' title='Suddenly Single'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-3608012279096457679</id><published>2009-04-23T22:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:28:29.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge Dredd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SfEjrCmqEHI/AAAAAAAAAxo/jEeW2H2sc2k/s1600-h/hiltonredacted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SfEjrCmqEHI/AAAAAAAAAxo/jEeW2H2sc2k/s320/hiltonredacted.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328079056496365682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear The Misss USA Pageant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it highly offensive and regrettable that you have stooped to such a low level of name calling after the outcome of awarding a sash and tiara. I, as an American, recognize and fully embrace the rights of citizens to certain freedoms, but when a bunch of short-sighted and apparently dimwitted people get together and make decisions that can cause harm to the "greater good", and let's just be clear, the "greater good" encompasses about 50 wannabees who weren't crowned Miss USA, I believe you can be held to a higher level of public scrutiny, just like the people who green-lighted the reality show about firing people at their job or the home loan lenders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to know, WTF was the pageant thinking when they selected Perez Hilton as a judge? Yeah, that's right. Stupid is as stupid does. Was Andrew Dice Clay not available? Chris Brown too busy? You wanted credibility for your contest and yet you asked a gossip blogger to rate women? Perez doesn't even really like women! Shame on you! Have you looked at him, seen how he acts, dresses, interacts with others? How could you ever think he would bring any positive attention to the cattle show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can't always get what you want (ask Levi Johnston about that), but if you try sometimes, you might get what you need- next time show a little effort and respect to your contest and you might get a little back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-3608012279096457679?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/3608012279096457679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=3608012279096457679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/3608012279096457679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/3608012279096457679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/04/judge-dredd.html' title='Judge Dredd'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SfEjrCmqEHI/AAAAAAAAAxo/jEeW2H2sc2k/s72-c/hiltonredacted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-360002267724732479</id><published>2009-04-13T12:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:48:01.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pins, Needles and Razors</title><content type='html'>I am on pins and needles today, just giddy with the possibilities of what NASA may name its space station module tomorrow. Will they go with "Colbert", since that won the "name that" contest? or might they go with something more trendy, like Apple or "Bono"? I like the idea of either Obama or Oprah, personally. Then we could just call it "the Big O in space", "can anybody hear you scream?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled, or should I say &lt;em&gt;stubbled&lt;/em&gt;, across this controversy today.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a hoot that this video/commercial was even made. My serious thought is "who penned the lyrics?" You know it ain't Diane Warren or Carol King, but during these hard economic times, even songwriters have to make a few Benji's to keep hotpockets in the freezer (along with their Grey Goose). I'm gonna put money on Katy Perry ("tulips on the mound....pretty clever!) or Samantha Fox! Can you imagine the pitch meeting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice they kept the ad so politically correct, I just wonder why they didn't pair this ad with lawn food or weed killer products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 words to remember..."tulips on the mound"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvFSgXpyhoM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvFSgXpyhoM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/10108522-360002267724732479?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/360002267724732479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=360002267724732479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/360002267724732479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/360002267724732479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/04/pins-needles-and-razors.html' title='Pins, Needles and Razors'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-7870172965650648336</id><published>2009-04-03T10:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T11:19:00.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Africa not for USA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SdYn_0-7hXI/AAAAAAAAAxg/xOz8fEhx8Jw/s1600-h/madonna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 86px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SdYn_0-7hXI/AAAAAAAAAxg/xOz8fEhx8Jw/s320/madonna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320483987292652914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madonna's bid to purchase another family jewel has been thwarted. A Malawi judge decided that she could not further accessorize herself with trinket children from his country. The ruling cites a law that prospective parents must reside for at least 18 months in the country before they can poach the local's cribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the change in position regarding having to live in the country? Perhaps it was after seeing the photo she attached to her resume (see side photo)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stymied in her efforts to catch up with Angelina and Nadya, it is rumored that Madge will now simple buy all of Malawi and retain control of the country until she gets what she wants. When asked for a quote about the situation, Guy Ritchie simply said, "Who's that girl?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an unfortunate time for Madonna, as she watches Lady GaGa shimmy up and down the stripper pole and music charts she once owned, while her hits languish somewhere on the charts akin to a Danity Kane or Natasha Bedingfield single. Could Madonna be experiencing what it feels like for a 50 year old girl who still wears leotards out and about, something like a carton of yogurt on a shelf past it's pull date...expired and ready to be tossed out at any minute? Gosh I hope not, she's still got moves Mariah only dreams of having!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never one to give up, and with the fashionable Spring and Summer months ahead (always the perfect time for child-like accessories) I imagine Madonna's next move will either be to go all in-vitro with A-Rod's child, or adopt one of Bobby Brown's kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-7870172965650648336?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/7870172965650648336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=7870172965650648336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7870172965650648336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7870172965650648336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/04/madonnas-bid-to-purchase-another-family.html' title='Africa not for USA'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SdYn_0-7hXI/AAAAAAAAAxg/xOz8fEhx8Jw/s72-c/madonna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-174078011441284675</id><published>2009-03-31T12:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:42:05.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SdJK6SheWgI/AAAAAAAAAxY/-iY8BeHpYJI/s1600-h/runners.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SdJK6SheWgI/AAAAAAAAAxY/-iY8BeHpYJI/s320/runners.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319396475143084546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed that anything that now happens during the month of March has to be described as "madness?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sears' March blow-out sale! Everything must go! It's MADNESS!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that is why Atlanta holds one of its marathons during the month of March, because to run 26.2 miles in a row, without the fate of a city hanging in the balance of you completing, or failing, in your mission, seems to be a decision of "utter madness" to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently that view isn't shared by everyone, since I was forced to adjust my driving route (of 3 miles)for getting to and from the park, where the marathon happened to be staged. Yes, there I was, stuck in traffic, trying to negotiate the closed-off streets and red-lights with a bunch of pedestrians/runners who would have better served the city if they'd just gotten into their cars and driven around the town ("hey, gas is cheap again- use it or lose it!"), like I was, instead of hogging up the streets and sidewalks with their Nike, Adidas, and New Balance outfits, running for the "health" of it. Their "health inducing traffic jams" did little for the blood pressure and patience of anyone not participating in their little endeavor-so selfish and inconsiderate of them! "Ooh, look at our exclusive clique of runners going soo much faster than you on the streets today." Well at least I could listen to my music in the car and not be inhaling pollen! We'll see who wheezes last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a cold day, for late March, in the A-town (clearly even Mother Nature was doing her part to try and stop the madness, by way of extreme temperatures!), and I was really expecting to see a lot more Uggs and bling being worn by the runners than I actually witnessed. I thought my city was more cutting-edge than just the usual spandex and running-shoe crowd I witnessed. Bummer. Maybe next year? At least consider wearing jeans shorts and crocs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd consider running a marathon, but then I'd rethink it pretty quickly. I'm afraid I'd be stuck next to Zola Budd and she'd trip me near the finish, or Katie Holmes would kick my ass, running in a pair of Easy Spirits and a Nicole Miller ensemble- bitch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stick to creating traffic the good old-fashion way, in my car!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-174078011441284675?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/174078011441284675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=174078011441284675' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/174078011441284675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/174078011441284675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/03/marathon-madness.html' title='Marathon Madness'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SdJK6SheWgI/AAAAAAAAAxY/-iY8BeHpYJI/s72-c/runners.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-33089337727678052</id><published>2009-03-27T10:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:23:25.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Frivolity</title><content type='html'>So, every once in a while I get a song stuck in my head and I can't get it out for the love of Rock Me Amadeus! If you were thinking Kylie's, "Can't get you out of my Head", you were oh so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La la la la la la la la &lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la la &lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la la &lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to salute all songs that can just linger like a bad hangover...here's a great video I stumbled across to help you rattle and hum the day away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i4_f6pfabQk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i4_f6pfabQk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/10108522-33089337727678052?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/33089337727678052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=33089337727678052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/33089337727678052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/33089337727678052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-frivolity.html' title='Friday Frivolity'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-7201317087554353855</id><published>2009-03-24T15:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:53:24.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Komodo  Anne Coulter Attacks Fisherman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/Sck6LWpmtUI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/avF3jCrMb24/s1600-h/225px-Ann_Coulter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/Sck6LWpmtUI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/avF3jCrMb24/s320/225px-Ann_Coulter2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316844801820636482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Komodo dragons&lt;/s&gt;, Anne Coulter, one of the world's &lt;s&gt;heaviest&lt;/s&gt; bitchiest Republican lizards, can grow &lt;em&gt;a forked-tongue&lt;/em&gt; up to 3 meters (10 feet) in length and have a toxic bite that &lt;s&gt;they&lt;/s&gt; she uses to kill prey such as buffalo, &lt;em&gt;democrats and young children,&lt;/em&gt; returning to feast when the animal succumbs to the poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite their (her) ungainly appearance, the carnivorous reptile(s) can run as fast as &lt;s&gt;a dog&lt;/s&gt; Laura Ingraham in short bursts, jump up on their (her) hind legs, and kill animals with &lt;s&gt;a&lt;/s&gt; blows of (from) their powerful tails, tales, and &lt;strong&gt;talons&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attacks on  (Republican) humans are rare, but Monday's incident is the latest in a series in which the monster lizards (readers choice, either Anne or Laura or both) -- which have forked tongues and fearsome claws --have killed or injured people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month &lt;s&gt;a park ranger&lt;/s&gt; Meghan McCain survived after &lt;s&gt;a Komodo dragon&lt;/s&gt; Anne Coulter &lt;s&gt;climbed the ladder into his hut and&lt;/s&gt; tried to savaged his hand and foot. In 2007 &lt;s&gt;an eight-year-old boy&lt;/s&gt; Matt Lauer almost died after being mauled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June last year, a group of &lt;s&gt;divers&lt;/s&gt; reporters who were stranded on &lt;s&gt;an island in the national park&lt;/s&gt; her radio show -- &lt;s&gt;the dragons'&lt;/s&gt; Anne's only natural habitat -- had to fend off several attacks from the reptiles before they were rescued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park rangers also tell the cautionary tale of a Swiss &lt;s&gt;tourist &lt;/s&gt; Liberal who vanished leaving nothing but a pair of spectacles and a camera after an encounter with the &lt;s&gt;dragons&lt;/s&gt; Anne several years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An endangered species, &lt;s&gt;Komodo&lt;/s&gt; Anne is believed to number less than 4,000 &lt;s&gt;in the wild&lt;/s&gt; years old. Access to their habitat is restricted, but tourists can get permits to see &lt;s&gt;them in the wild&lt;/s&gt; on FoxNews or within the National (Republican) Park.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-7201317087554353855?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/7201317087554353855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=7201317087554353855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7201317087554353855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7201317087554353855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/03/komodo-anne-coulter-attacks-fisherman.html' title='&lt;s&gt;Komodo&lt;/s&gt;  Anne Coulter Attacks Fisherman'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/Sck6LWpmtUI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/avF3jCrMb24/s72-c/225px-Ann_Coulter2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-5023536575680248635</id><published>2009-03-20T10:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:36:42.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear Factor</title><content type='html'>Dick Cheney has the audacity to tell Americans they are not safe under the Obama Administration. WTF does he know about creating safety? Does Feb. 11th, 2006, ring a bell, a-hole? Yeah, probably not because there has been so much subterfuge over the incident that happened around that date. Well, here's a reminder, it's "about the date" that you shot your hunting partner in the face. Um, about being safe? Really? I'm curious how Cheney defines "safe?" Apparently he's not factoring in friends you almost kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"hello? anybody here? ohmigod there's something coming at me in a horrifically bright blaze-orange vest, SHOOT IT! Uh, Harry? I thought you were a quail- sorry."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about public safety under the Bush Administration. "American Idol" and reality TV boomed, how much more harm can we inflict on a nation? Isn't that enough? Lady Gaga came out of the Bush Administration as did Fountains of Wayne. Let the evidence speak for itself. I think I have made my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so under Obama there are a few casualties: Rihanna isn't as safe, but that's not his fault. Skiing accidents have harmed more than Obama has. True, the Ocotmom has emerged, but her pregnancy started in the Bush Administration and we are counting inception!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, it's way to early to judge Obama, so shouldn't Cheney just shut his yap for a bit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he who shoots his dear friends ought to just roll away back under a rock and play Cat's Cradle with Sarah Palin and clan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-5023536575680248635?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5023536575680248635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=5023536575680248635' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5023536575680248635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5023536575680248635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/03/fear-factor.html' title='Fear Factor'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-3038351724342130419</id><published>2009-03-16T22:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:53:13.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are they really that lucky?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/Sb8QirMliZI/AAAAAAAAAxI/DbAwkIX79sI/s1600-h/luckycharms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 74px; height: 83px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/Sb8QirMliZI/AAAAAAAAAxI/DbAwkIX79sI/s320/luckycharms.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313984273217587602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure I'd want the luck of the Irish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there's the whole potato famine thing that nearly wiped out Ireland, then there's the "alcoholic/vomiting explosively into the street" imagery/stereotype that pretty much gets attached to anyone who drinks beer in the country (it doesn't happen to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one...but, Frank McCourt wasn't doing anyone any favors when he wrote about it in "Angela's Ashes") and then there's a bunch of other stuff that just doesn't seem so lucky: IRA bombings, lots of rain, having to kiss a stone, Guinness Stout and I'm sure the lord of that dance is clogging around somewhere in the moors, not letting anyone nap! It almost reminds me of being a rabbit and wondering how on earth could losing one's foot be seen as lucky? Guess 'tis in the shining (Irish) eyes of the beholder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR WORDS:&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Charms&lt;br /&gt;Shamrock Shakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two items alone could almost convert me, almost. Fortunately, one I can pick up at the market any day of the week, so converting for Lucky Charms, although magically delicious, would be highly dramatic and symbolic at best, but not much more. Shamrock Shakes, on the other hand...well, they are as elusive as a Leprechaun's pot of gold! Where the hell did all the Shamrock Shakes go? Did a jealous Scot snap up the recipe and place it in Brigadoon? What gives with McDonald's making them so hard to find? That thick minty green shake is such a yummy treat, why did they make them go away? Why? Why? Why? Making Shamrock Shakes impossible to locate isn't lucky for anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vOVKdvkVAqQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vOVKdvkVAqQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-3038351724342130419?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/3038351724342130419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=3038351724342130419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/3038351724342130419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/3038351724342130419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-they-really-that-lucky.html' title='Are they really that lucky?'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/Sb8QirMliZI/AAAAAAAAAxI/DbAwkIX79sI/s72-c/luckycharms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-5038602796379798118</id><published>2009-03-11T21:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:57:11.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ubiquitous</title><content type='html'>Apparently, Facebook is all the rage. (FYI- "The Hills", RIP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a moment to compose yourself- it be true! Wipe the smirks off of your face, I have known about it for quite awhile now, but, unlike the new 90210, this actually did gather steam and become something. It's just when my peeps and co-workers are discussing it, Facebook is quickly becoming the motorcycle careening about 2/3rd of the way across the shark tank, heading towards the crash landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/3rd of the population are on fb and now more people are using facebook email to converse than regular email, NFW!! It is almost impossible to avoid a FB-based discussion these days....crazy I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question, what's next? Will the mainstream flock to Twitter and tweet all day?&lt;br /&gt;Or is the use similar enough that "the sequel" won't equal the original? Damn You &lt;s&gt;Valley of the Dolls&lt;/s&gt; "Matrix Reloaded" and Cheryl Ladd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to your status updates, and you know what I mean...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-5038602796379798118?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5038602796379798118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=5038602796379798118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5038602796379798118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5038602796379798118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/03/ubiquitous.html' title='ubiquitous'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-1448170825220941613</id><published>2009-03-04T20:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:30:10.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...and Danity Kane?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/Sa_he5Jx9wI/AAAAAAAAAxA/iFxMAgAxvWs/s1600-h/barbie50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/Sa_he5Jx9wI/AAAAAAAAAxA/iFxMAgAxvWs/s320/barbie50.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309710406547273474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow West Virginia!&lt;br /&gt;The world is going through some of the most challenging circumstances most people have ever lived through- okay, there have been some trying time like wondering who shot JR, understanding the pet rock phenom, having to listen to Taste of Honey, learning to disco and working through the emotions after learning about the cancelling of "Saved by the Bell," but currently the financial market and world economy is kind of a big deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, given what is going on right now, leave it to a West Virginian congressman to decide that NOW is the best time launch (what is most-likely a subversive pissed-off Bratz-owner attack) to discuss the merits of Barbie- for real! Just because the girls there aren't pretty doesn't mean you have to take away beautification objects!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't mean Barbi Benton (where have those Hee-Haw days gone?) or the twins, I mean the one and only, beach house in Malibu, Barbie doll. This guy, Jeff Eldridge, believes that she is a bad role model and should be banned, in all of WV! Outlaw the bitch doll! Make her illegal to own in the state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three simple thoughts on this:&lt;br /&gt;Guns, Tobacco, and Walmart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as those are legal in West Virginia, Barbie ain't the biggest problem facing young women growing up in West Virginia; quite frankly, growing up in West Virginia is the problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guns- pretty obvious there the imminent threat of death or maiming&lt;br /&gt;Tobacco- horrid for the health and development of anybody&lt;br /&gt;Walmart- sells lots of stuff that can ruin a young girl: make-up, Danity Kane Cd's, marriage licenses and leotards to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West Virginia, leave the broad alone, she's turning 50 this week and who wouldn't want to look that good at 50? &lt;blockquote&gt;Leeeaaavvveee Baarrbbiiee Alllloonnneee!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt; Why not leave Barbie alone and go for real change...move away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-1448170825220941613?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/1448170825220941613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=1448170825220941613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/1448170825220941613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/1448170825220941613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-danity-kane.html' title='...and Danity Kane?'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/Sa_he5Jx9wI/AAAAAAAAAxA/iFxMAgAxvWs/s72-c/barbie50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-8652094475204118940</id><published>2009-03-02T16:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:37:29.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow-topped memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SaxQndy20yI/AAAAAAAAAww/7RLw64gV93E/s1600-h/DC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SaxQndy20yI/AAAAAAAAAww/7RLw64gV93E/s320/DC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308706699706028834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow crashed down on Atlanta yesterday, and it lasted about as long as the solo careers of the first two chicks from Destiny's Child. No, not Michelle and Kim- they are WAY more successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me think of Robert Frost and his "Road Not Taken" poem. No, there is no snow in his poem, just the two paths going in separate directions, and, I am pretty sure, there aren't any busted-down ex-girl group singers wandering along that proverbial road of Robert Frost's, since "the leaves were unstirred", but still I wonder, "what's up with LeToya and Farrah these days?" What road, apparently a hell of a lot less Beyonce traveled, did they end up wandering down? Has either of them been part of "Dancing with the Stars" or "Celebrity Apprentice"? Are they really the "Survivors" that the CD wanted us all to believe? Just where are they? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they are selling hair extensions on HSN, old Dereon couture at flea markets or mixing it up as back-up dancer on the PussyCat Dolls videos. Naw, I doubt Nicole would let them on the set, "they got to go".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHmmm. I think I have given them more "thought time" than most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the snowfall just made me nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-8652094475204118940?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8652094475204118940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=8652094475204118940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/8652094475204118940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/8652094475204118940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-topped-memories.html' title='Snow-topped memories'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SaxQndy20yI/AAAAAAAAAww/7RLw64gV93E/s72-c/DC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-345939967682484001</id><published>2009-02-26T09:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:15:21.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The things you do for love</title><content type='html'>I have an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to withhold enjoying some of your favortite things.&lt;br /&gt;Whether they be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens&lt;br /&gt;Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens&lt;br /&gt;Brown paper packages tied up with strings&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am asking you to deny yourself these desired things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe not receiving brown paper packages for a few days, or cooking out of stainless steel over copper kettles, wouldn't bust your chops, so those don't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to deny what you really love, to prove your love. &lt;br /&gt;Not for a day, or a week, or a month, but for &lt;s&gt;39, no, round it to&lt;/s&gt; 40 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry yet? Cranky and hateful for missing the morning java for 3 fortnights?&lt;br /&gt;Do your co-workers wish for you to take PTO days to "chill out?" Stll out there chasing pavement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does every waking moment make you sing, "I hate this part right here, I just can't take these tears?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have you where I want you. Let's just call this feeling "love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go indulge yourself. Thanks for proving your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must one have to suffer for love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't a simple, "he went to Jarrods" and "I love you" do?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-345939967682484001?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/345939967682484001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=345939967682484001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/345939967682484001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/345939967682484001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-you-do-for-love.html' title='The things you do for love'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-4905426618775351736</id><published>2009-02-23T14:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:58:36.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Put a lid on her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SaME7sBKyYI/AAAAAAAAAwc/bsNc8ryrpNQ/s1600-h/beyonce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SaME7sBKyYI/AAAAAAAAAwc/bsNc8ryrpNQ/s320/beyonce.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306090209447430530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a Beyonce-cation. I am full full full of the "Single Lady" trying to put a ring on every damn TV awards show, dressed horribly in some "House of Dereon" creation that will become an instant hand-me-down to poor old Solange, or worse yet, in a barely there baton-twirling unitard outfit that exposes more than Dateline does on "To Catch a Predator." There's your predator Dateline! Sasha Fierce is eating all the opportunities for other, dare I say, "more talented, under acknowledged" singers out there. She's like the Heid and Spencer of the awards show circuit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure we've seen this happen a couple of times now in B.'s life, the latest with Michelle and Kelly being moved off the stage so the Diva could go solo, but lately the tempo of her stiletto heels gyrating on an awards' stage has quickened to the speed of a "Halo" remix. Couldn't an actual Oscar winner have performed, like, um, say....Jennifer Hudson? Annie Lennox? Three6Mafia even? How about a throw back to the original Dreamgirl, Diana R.? Who wouldn't have gone GaGa for the Lady to sing with Hugh and Zac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce just feels like an easy cop out; somewhat like her dress, "here, let's salute the Von Trapp's and make a dress out of the curtains." I can understand the logic, somewhat, "Press" does equate to, well, "Press" these days. Some producer somewhere was saying, "Oh, let's just put B. out there, in another tacky outfit, that'll keep people talking till we can get JLo back on the circuit." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus another Beyonce performance was hatched. Where's that attention whore Madonna when you really need her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-4905426618775351736?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/4905426618775351736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=4905426618775351736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/4905426618775351736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/4905426618775351736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/02/put-lid-on-her.html' title='Put a lid on her'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SaME7sBKyYI/AAAAAAAAAwc/bsNc8ryrpNQ/s72-c/beyonce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-2537631071838435702</id><published>2009-02-20T13:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:27:52.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Gary Hart racist?</title><content type='html'>Monkey references + anything = racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always hated new math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMHO, something does not compute in that equation, BUT...according to the Rev. Sharpton and others, any educated person would see the obvious and blatant racial overtures expressed when a monkey is used as an image; the monkey is a thinly veiled reference to black Americans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh! I don't see that, implicitly or explicitly, with every use of a simian image. Now I feel embarrassed, as I thought I was (my degree says so...) an educated person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Holder just expressed that Americans are cowards and afraid to discuss race here in the U.S.... Yeah? Hello? Are you missing the cartoon debate? Why do you think it is a little unnerving to dip a toe into race issues when the proverbial race card can be pulled at any minute by someone who interprets a situation in a certain way, and if you don't see it the same way, you become ignorant or racist? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole community is attempting to sue a 17-year old girl for offending them with a photo that they felt was expressly done to harm them, claiming (she) "acted in conscious disregard for the rights of her Asian Pacific Islander fans". I thought she was just being Miley. She's got a tough fan club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This race issue is...hhhmmm, how could one d-e-l-i-c-a-t-e-l-y say, &lt;s&gt;the 500 pound gorilla in the room &lt;/s&gt;, &lt;s&gt;the white elephant &lt;/s&gt;, CRAP! How do you say it when you just want to say it without offending anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was George Michael racist when he sang about the "monkey on his back?"&lt;br /&gt;Are gymnasts who play on monkey bars supporting racism?&lt;br /&gt;Is "Planet of the Apes" racist?&lt;br /&gt;Was "BJ and the Bear" secretly supporting slavery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we should just pick on horses for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-2537631071838435702?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/2537631071838435702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=2537631071838435702' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/2537631071838435702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/2537631071838435702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-gary-hart-racist.html' title='Is Gary Hart racist?'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-8810827998161995974</id><published>2009-02-13T15:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:50:32.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Sap Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SZXdCnD_JSI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Xa624ZQGSE4/s1600-h/heartless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SZXdCnD_JSI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Xa624ZQGSE4/s320/heartless.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302387173213807906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As symbolic and timely as celebrating MLK Day was to the celebrating the inauguration of Barack Obama was in January, I noticed a similar serendipitous situation with Friday the 13th and Valentine's Day being back to back. This coupling is better than Lucy and Ethel, chocolate and peanut butter (back when it wasn't such a killer) or Kelly Clarkson and Max Martin- and that is really saying something(...saying something- bop bop shoo be do-wah)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony of a bad luck day paired with the day of cupids, chocolate and roses just feels right, kind of like how the friends who set up Rihanna and Chris Brown used to feel. You've got bad luck and love, back-2-back, the inspiration for 95% of poems and music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many, they are both days of dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there is this inane fear of 13. Deal with it peeps. Always going to appear after 12 and right before 14...like clockwork my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you get through Triskaidekaphobia and neither Jason nor his mother have offed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**so far, so good**, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then bang...it's that other crappy day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole awkwardness of others receiving flowers or cards while your desk sits bare &lt;em&gt;("I do not need tokens of affections to show others that my partner loves me"&lt;/em&gt; chants through your head)makes for a clock-watching, office-door closed kind of day. &lt;em&gt;"Happy Valentines Day!" &lt;/em&gt; salutations attack from all sides; break rooms, hall ways, restroom stalls be damned- these words ooze through the walls and grab at you, choke you, make you want to retch. What if you are single, or not happy? Can you just punch that person in the throat to shut them up? Is not "all fair in love and war?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love, must you dote? Can't you keep your true emotions bundled up and hidden on the inside, like a man? Nothing bad ever happens with bottled up emotions, it's when you share them you get in trouble, just ask Christian Bale! So keep it inside, learn how to hide your feelings, it's for the best. Refuse to let Hallmark make a mint off of you because of your heartstrings- fight the good fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you must flaunt it- beware! Flaunting automatically opens the door for future abuse when you get in an argument/ break-up. We, the non-flaunters, but definitely gloaters, are prepared and waiting to ask how sad you'll be with no cards come next Valentine's Day, or remind you of how happy you both once seemed, "where did it go wrong? You both really seemed to like one another. Gosh this must hurt!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, when you least want to hear about it(like most of us on Valentine's Day) we will bring it up **innocently**, of course. Watch me play my poker face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-8810827998161995974?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8810827998161995974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=8810827998161995974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/8810827998161995974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/8810827998161995974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-sap-here.html' title='No Sap Here!'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SZXdCnD_JSI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Xa624ZQGSE4/s72-c/heartless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-3516746183669219209</id><published>2009-02-09T20:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:54:57.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A word from our sponsor</title><content type='html'>Spokespeople are dropping like flies these days- role models are so unreliable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Phelps dumped by Wheaties. Hey there Kellogg's, don't you know stoners need food, too? Wake up Kellogg's, your corn flakes are the quintessential net result, or perfect answer, to the symbiotic relationship between stoners and the dreaded munchies! Why fight it, embrace (inhale, if you must- "puff puff pass the pipe") it! If you wanted any more proof how good your cereal is, why not leverage the image of a stoner who is damn fast! Sure, Nancy Reagan may not like the message, but who ever knew of a stoner who could find their way off of a couch in less than a minute, better yet break world swimming records? You just know Gatorade is itching for publicity like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Kellogg's could fill that spot on their sponsorship roster with A-Rod. Yes, jumping on the A-rod bandwagon becomes cliche, especially since Madonna has already been there, and Torre is dishing on him, but "Wheaties" could spin the negative publicity into a new recipe for success, "Wheaties, part of a complete champions breakfast regiment- steroids, marijuana and attorney's fees not included!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the lyrics claim that the flavor of gum is to last "Forever", the relationship between Chris Brown and Wrigley's went stale as quickly as a piece of gum spit out onto the side of the road after a domestic dispute. WTF?! Beating and biting on Rihanna, really? Talk about Disturbia! Fleeing the scene on foot and taking the car keys, leaving Rihanna stuck on the side of the road- classy; where did Chris Brown learn those moves? Apparently the option to shut up and drive wasn't viable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to avoid the disappointment of spokesperson who fail us- don't get your hopes up to begin with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, even easier, leave spokemodeling up to the professionals, actors and models (A&amp;M); they won't let you down. No one's shocked by Kate Moss doing coke or Alec Baldwin going off on his daughter- erratic behavior by A&amp;M are part of their intrigue. And, when they do go crazy, get busted or get caught in less than flattering circumstances it's usually going to end up being a publicity win-win for the product and the star, not a blemish! Paris going to jail sells more than Barkley getting busted for DUI anyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-3516746183669219209?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/3516746183669219209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=3516746183669219209' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/3516746183669219209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/3516746183669219209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/02/word-from-our-sponsor.html' title='A word from our sponsor'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-8205406677436992842</id><published>2009-02-05T19:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:06:03.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Letters Week: taxing issues</title><content type='html'>Dear IRS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please explain why you are so damn confusing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to go all Etta James on you and tell ya how I really feel, but I think doing that to the government might create legal issues or FBI visits, so I will speak softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to file taxes? You remind me of sudoku. Just keep trying to stick numbers into different boxes until a magical sequence is derived and viola, "money disappears from my bank account, it's like magic; crappy bad magic!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like sudoku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we find a way to make doing taxes as pleasant as, say, picking the next American Idol? Sure, we may have to deal with some crazy bikini-clad freaks and cranky officials, but in the end we'd have much more representation in the taxation process. Isn't that what we fought for? Why is there a limit on making taxes EZ? Couldn't you work something out with Staples to create the "easy tax button"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the complexity of the forms and the penalties for making a mistake (thank you much, Mr Daschle) I opt to contribute to the economic stimulus package by hiring an accountant to do my taxes. How refreshing, paying someone to help me pay the government! At least I know my nomination would be safe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-8205406677436992842?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8205406677436992842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=8205406677436992842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/8205406677436992842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/8205406677436992842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/02/open-letters-week-taxing-issues.html' title='Open Letters Week: taxing issues'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-1780988101173918288</id><published>2009-02-04T20:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:31:38.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Letters Week: caught in the Rush hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SYpAQXYNHYI/AAAAAAAAAwM/MYk2qH_a3ag/s1600-h/rushy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SYpAQXYNHYI/AAAAAAAAAwM/MYk2qH_a3ag/s320/rushy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299118561452432770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Rush,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a party that needs your leadership, but it is not the Republican's.&lt;br /&gt;You, my dear pill-popping fellow, should properly anoint yourself the leader of the Pussycat Dolls and their Las Vegas party scene. Take your old-fashion politics of disinformation and spite and refocus your energy (and Viagra) on leg lifts, splits, and learning to sing back-up. OK, that last one is a joke, considering none of the "other 'cats" do any singing other than Nicole. But why not aim your pipes where it could do some good, or be drown out in a chorus of "na na na na". Maybe you and Cheney could duet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, Mr. Limp-baugh, have the knack (but not the Sharona) of singing like a canary when things don't go your way. How quick you are to cheer the "failure" of the new president and put yourself front and center as the new Right's voice. Let's just see what "Annie Oakley of Alaska" has to say about that! She could probably kick your ass and then skin you, right after she does the same to Ashley Judd! My best hope would be to call it a "draw" and you both are gone, but...well, one can dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your notion of splitting any stimulus plan between political camps- kind of like how you split your Viagra prescriptions? And how did that work for you at airport security? Oh, that was mean-spirited &lt;smirk&gt;. Funny how you never asked the Republican president to split policies with the Democrats when HE was in office, so why now...oh, yeah, sore loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, it's a free country isn't? So you can carry on with your blather and brimstone, it seems like the AM airwaves are a bastion for your type, but please don't believe your hype, look what hype did for "Snakes on a Plane".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps... please photoshop better, you are beginning to resemble Richard Hatch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-1780988101173918288?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/1780988101173918288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=1780988101173918288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/1780988101173918288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/1780988101173918288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/02/open-letter-week-caught-in-rush-hour.html' title='Open Letters Week: caught in the Rush hour'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SYpAQXYNHYI/AAAAAAAAAwM/MYk2qH_a3ag/s72-c/rushy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-327012712661055531</id><published>2009-02-03T08:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:28:00.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Letters Week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SYhF1yP-j3I/AAAAAAAAAwE/nfvgfYwcgaY/s1600-h/ricky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SYhF1yP-j3I/AAAAAAAAAwE/nfvgfYwcgaY/s320/ricky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298561751925559154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you haven't read this humorous letter...here ya go, from Ricky Gervais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr President,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, congratulations on your historic win. I have never been so behind a candidate for what must be considered the boss of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to be a man of grace and integrity, who would never shirk responsibility in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm sure you are aware, one of your flock has strayed. A Miss Paris Hilton, who is, I believe, a resident of Beverley Hills, is in England doing a reality game show for ITV2 called Paris Hilton's British Best Friend. Fine. I have no problem with that. I don't have to watch. But now it has come to my attention that she has bought a house in North London a few miles from me, and is out and about ingratiating herself with the Great British public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr President. We are not stupid. This is clearly a retaliatory strike for Posh Spice moving to LA. I know it, and you know it, so let's cut the "it's a free country" nonsense and come to some agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I propose an exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it would work. We call them both and tell them that we've found a giant "paparazzi nest", in New York say. (half way home for both of them already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first they may be confused that they'd never heard of such a thing before, but the thought of that many photographers in one place will be irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we get them there, while they are having their photos taken (we will have hire a few guys with cameras to make it look good) we will swap their limos around. It's fool proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a covert operation of which Mr Gordon Brown knows nothing. (I've got him working on finding a synthetic fur for The Queen's guards' bearskin hats.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have your people call my people. They may have to call a few times as my people are useless to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky Gervais&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-327012712661055531?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/327012712661055531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=327012712661055531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/327012712661055531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/327012712661055531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/02/open-letters-week.html' title='Open Letters Week...'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SYhF1yP-j3I/AAAAAAAAAwE/nfvgfYwcgaY/s72-c/ricky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-870514871225406152</id><published>2009-01-26T10:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:07:27.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have all the sequins gone?</title><content type='html'>Imagine my perplexed state of shock, awe, and disbelief, and then the paralyzing anxiety that settled-in when nary a single sequin, rhinestone or bauble could be found when I was attempting to recreate Aretha's crown this weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never one to flaunt it in public circles, but the milliner that I am was relying heavily on recreating that "bow-toxed" top in the talent competition of the pageant- my mad hatter skilz were to be my crowning glory (every single pun definitely intended)! With out those jewels, how could I compete? My hopes in winning were like a pack of cigarettes under J-Lo's booty, crushed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just deal with it&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I did! Bouncing back from this early disappointment, or as it shall always be referred to amongst close friends, "&lt;em&gt;the sequins incident '09&lt;/em&gt;," I quickly attempted to move to my back-up talent...spelling (and not the Tori kind)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet suddenly I was incapable of putting into alphabetical order, and then spelling correctly, all 50 United States! What the hell? Amber Atkins had just done it with a flourish and I couldn't even place "A-L-A-S-K-A" before "A-R-I-Z-O-N-A!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***then I woke up***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, let this be a warning to you all. In lieu of Netflixs and football, don't settle for a weekend of beauty pageants and figure skating championships...the resulting dreams could be disastrous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dsVdLUZvcq0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dsVdLUZvcq0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-870514871225406152?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/870514871225406152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=870514871225406152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/870514871225406152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/870514871225406152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-have-all-sequins-gone.html' title='Where have all the sequins gone?'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-1838733387746418601</id><published>2009-01-21T13:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:32:15.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A sobering dose of Full House!</title><content type='html'>Drowsy on all things Obama, I feel like the last one at the Thanksgiving dinner table, still nibbling away at the casseroles and pies long after everyone else has begun to seek temporary refuge, fighting with siblings and cousins, for the right to nestle amongst the couch cushions and pillows, for a short siesta, pet hair be damned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I'm the one in "The Meaning of Life- The Autumn Years" attempting to find room in my belly for that one last ever-so-slight wafer thin mint, only my plate runneth over with inaugural coverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god &lt;em&gt;("ok, maybe Heath doesn't have the exact same appreciation"), &lt;/em&gt;for the Olsen twins and Bob Saget and the wonderfully underrated comedy, "Full House"- Oops, the underrated funny show was "Arrested Development." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the "healing" powers of "Full House". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Full House" helped defeat the evil clutches of inertia &lt;em&gt;(does Einstein know about this?), &lt;/em&gt;a warm and cozy TV room and the Inauguration coverage that I felt so inclined to watch...and watch...and watch. Somewhere along the way I might have nodded off, no disrespect meant, and in my temporary slumber I managed to &lt;em&gt;(subconsciously perhaps?)&lt;/em&gt; change the channel to "Full House." Well, if having to watch Bob Saget doesn't inspire you to get away from the TV set as quickly as possible, maybe you are numb? Immobilized? In a cast? French? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, now that I think about it, Whirlpool could create refrigerators that when opened have mini-chips in them that tell Bob Saget jokes, there's a weight loss plan impervious to failure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, kicking and screaming, I must tip my hat to "Full House" for helping get me up and away from the TV (...and back to the computer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slighty disgusting video that captures my saturation of the inauguration and my feeling towards "Full House"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y2Bs1ZZ-7b8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y2Bs1ZZ-7b8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/10108522-1838733387746418601?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/1838733387746418601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=1838733387746418601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/1838733387746418601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/1838733387746418601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/01/sobering-dose-of-full-house.html' title='A sobering dose of Full House!'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-2681066117631081887</id><published>2009-01-20T15:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:41:33.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Baby Gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SXYx3Q6rRRI/AAAAAAAAAvw/WMFu9dQftmM/s1600-h/bush_bye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SXYx3Q6rRRI/AAAAAAAAAvw/WMFu9dQftmM/s320/bush_bye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293473237524235538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Survived that one. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that the housekeeping has begun, let's get to cleaning up this joint!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-2681066117631081887?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/2681066117631081887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=2681066117631081887' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/2681066117631081887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/2681066117631081887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/01/gone-baby-gone.html' title='Gone Baby Gone...'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SXYx3Q6rRRI/AAAAAAAAAvw/WMFu9dQftmM/s72-c/bush_bye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-5480815441815740968</id><published>2009-01-15T18:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:40:26.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Seek Amy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SW_k-RXTMuI/AAAAAAAAAvo/HHBGm1_ZP3M/s1600-h/amycrawl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SW_k-RXTMuI/AAAAAAAAAvo/HHBGm1_ZP3M/s320/amycrawl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291699845647774434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of people begin the new years with resolutions: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey, maybe Ill dye my hair,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll move somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll get a car,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll drive so far&lt;br /&gt;They'll all lose track,&lt;br /&gt;Me, I'll bounce right back,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll sleep real late,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll lose some weight,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll clear my junk,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just get drunk on apple wine"&lt;/em&gt; (thanks Dolly!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe* I'll leave Amy Winehouse in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*past tense (I had every intention to leave her ill-enough alone, but she has proven to be as addictive as Oxycontin to Rush L.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitching and itching and DT's be damned, I had made it &lt;strong&gt;ALL THE WAY&lt;/strong&gt; to the Ides of January, with nary a tale of Winehouse to be told... Until &lt;s&gt;I&lt;/s&gt; she broke down. Hang on tramps and thieves, I am going through an Amy relapse worthy of Jeff Conway in "Celebrity Rehab"! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, Miss Winehouse, in the middle of her vacation in the Caribbean, chose to chat with journalists, blathering on about her new found sobriety (well, she still drinks, but no drugs), healthy lifestyle and new beau. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous! Wonderful! She almost sounds articulate and believable! I'm rooting for her!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN...a day later, The Press breaks the story (and pictures to back it), "for she (Amy) has been spotted crawling up to holidaymakers and grabbing their drinks after fed-up resort staff refused to serve her." Like a cat pacing outside a fish store hoping to steal scraps, or pigeons huddling near a crazy-lady with bread crumbs to dole out, Amy Winehouse is lurking and crawling around the outsides of bars, trying to steal the drinks of patrons not watching their glasses! How high school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY AMY???!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, given where she has been, perhaps it's an improvement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue the band, here's a salute to Miss Winehouse (with some help from Tracy Byrd)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She grabbed me by the arm said come on let's go&lt;br /&gt;She dipped down spun around and doe-see-doed&lt;br /&gt;She rocked back on her heels dropped down to her knees&lt;br /&gt;Crawled across the floor then she jumped back on her feet&lt;br /&gt;She wiggled and she giggled beat all you ever saw&lt;br /&gt;Said this is how you do the Amy Winehouse crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said we got a hundred gallons of sweet red wine&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from the biggest tourists glasses she could find&lt;br /&gt;Help yourself to some, don't obey the law&lt;br /&gt;If you drink, don't pay, do the Amy Winehouse crawl!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-5480815441815740968?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5480815441815740968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=5480815441815740968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5480815441815740968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5480815441815740968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-you-seek-amy.html' title='If You Seek Amy'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SW_k-RXTMuI/AAAAAAAAAvo/HHBGm1_ZP3M/s72-c/amycrawl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-8299167692376673775</id><published>2009-01-14T10:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:22:14.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST in emotions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SW4MwPD201I/AAAAAAAAAug/6dXh80KXOVs/s1600-h/LOSt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 106px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SW4MwPD201I/AAAAAAAAAug/6dXh80KXOVs/s320/LOSt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291180635022873426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh baby I'm LOST in emotions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so excited I might need to wear adult diapers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“It’s been seven hours and fifteen days, since you took the island away from me…” &lt;/em&gt;No, it has been a hell of a lot longer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST is almost found again! After like, over 5 years of being off the air, LOST is coming back next week and, like the good partner I am, I am not asking any questions about where he’s been, &lt;em&gt;“...it’s alright, baby comes back, and I don’t really care where he’s been!”&lt;/em&gt; But I do care about where Ben is, and when he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumor has it that the first couple episodes are slamming and help set us up for quite the trip for the rest of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait. Tonight ABC is running the final two ep’s from last year as a prep course for next week’s main course! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lick it up Heather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,20251960,00.html"&gt;LOST&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-8299167692376673775?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8299167692376673775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=8299167692376673775' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/8299167692376673775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/8299167692376673775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-in-emotions.html' title='LOST in emotions!'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SW4MwPD201I/AAAAAAAAAug/6dXh80KXOVs/s72-c/LOSt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-5580828282194854437</id><published>2009-01-12T11:33:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:38:07.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bathroom Monitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SWt395WLmrI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RB8I9hyQ5No/s1600-h/bathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SWt395WLmrI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RB8I9hyQ5No/s320/bathroom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290454092526361266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reports claim that up to 2 million more jobs may be lost in the US in 2009; I can only hope Elizabeth Hasselbeck's, Sarah Palin's and Heidi and Spencer's (if he had one!) jobs are among them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No, I don't.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have an &lt;em&gt;"occupation,"&lt;/em&gt; (and I use that term as lightly as I use describing Amy Winehouse's current condition as, "&lt;em&gt;all cleaned up and sober,&lt;/em&gt;") in mind that I'd nominate for elimination: the attendant at the bathrooms in clubs. Those people bother me something (Sasha) fierce! Even in prison the restrooms aren't guarded (from what I have seen depicted in movies...). Seriously, who wants this job? Peeping Toms or peeps who enjoy working mere feet away from fecal matter (trying hard...not...to...judge...)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quit watching me go pee!"&lt;br /&gt;"No, I don't want any candy ("bought in the restroom- icky! What's that hair on my tootsie roll?")!"&lt;br /&gt;"If I can pee all by myself, I'm gonna guess I can turn on the water all by myself too, Thank you very much!"&lt;br /&gt;"I can get my own paper towels!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, you want a tip?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a tip, get out of the bathroom! Don't hoard and hover over the paper towels, or glare when I don't use your "&lt;em&gt;services!&lt;/em&gt;" It makes me want to go all Norma Rae on you; swiping the paper towels from your clutches and throwing the stack of (guarded) towels into the air and showering ("&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;make it rain baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;") the room and patrons with Brawny wipes, tip and guilt-free! &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-5580828282194854437?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5580828282194854437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=5580828282194854437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5580828282194854437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5580828282194854437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/01/bathroom-monitor.html' title='The Bathroom Monitor'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SWt395WLmrI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RB8I9hyQ5No/s72-c/bathroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-8901068358677743623</id><published>2009-01-08T12:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:16:49.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lady is a Tramp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SWZDB9jWWvI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/u-Lcuko9zZ8/s1600-h/gaga2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SWZDB9jWWvI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/u-Lcuko9zZ8/s320/gaga2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288988513374984946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I need to be more specific?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pussycat Dolls? na na na na&lt;br /&gt;MaDonna?&lt;br /&gt;Britney?&lt;br /&gt;X-tina?&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift? (&lt;em&gt;gracious! did I call her out or what?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All are quite good guesses, but the queen of the heap, top of the pops, tranny mess numero uno is no other than, The Lady GaGa, or shall I say, &lt;em&gt;since all we hear is&lt;/em&gt;...Radio GaGa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep! Like a thief in the night, stealing from the "House of Knowles", Miss GaGa has taken over the #1 song in America, &lt;em&gt;(RuPaul bless each and every drag-queen!)&lt;/em&gt; from the "Leotarded One"- apparently America has voted, and all the single ladies opted to put a ring on "Just Dance".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that infectious little ditty is all over everything, approximately a year after it was released, but who is keeping track, beside Madonna and X-tina, who must be crying into their penniless coffers, wondering how "Just Dance" did what theirs songs couldn't (&lt;em&gt;ancient Chinese secret, huh?)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But given the smorg-ass-borg of singles Solange's sister is still serving up ("Diva", "Halo", "If I were...", "Single Ladies"), you can believe it won't be long before Beyonce has herself back at the head of the buffet line... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;wo oh ooh oh oh ooh oh oh ooh oh oh oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-8901068358677743623?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8901068358677743623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=8901068358677743623' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/8901068358677743623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/8901068358677743623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/01/lady-is-tramp.html' title='The Lady is a Tramp'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SWZDB9jWWvI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/u-Lcuko9zZ8/s72-c/gaga2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-6336337448714874087</id><published>2009-01-07T13:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:46:00.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who ya gonna call, Love Hewitt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SWT4XKSvzlI/AAAAAAAAAuA/575tfbBZ1S0/s1600-h/ghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SWT4XKSvzlI/AAAAAAAAAuA/575tfbBZ1S0/s320/ghost.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288624939223469650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake, the loss of a child is a horrible thing &lt;em&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;the failure to report one missing for &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/01/05/kansas.boy.missing/index.html"&gt;10 years&lt;/a&gt; is a whole other post!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but the unseemly task of parents having to defend the child's death must be tantamount to re-living both Bush presidency's, back-to-back, &lt;em&gt;or worse, paying full price to watch "7 Pounds!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the circus (&lt;em&gt;"all eyes on me, in the center of the ring, just like a...")&lt;/em&gt; that the Travolta's have found themselves in the middle of, &lt;s&gt;ever since John joined Scientology&lt;/s&gt; ever since their son, Jett's, untimely death, and the secrecy that shrouds the beliefs that the family subscribes to, it's no surprise that other members of Scientology are speaking out and defending the Travolta's, &lt;em&gt;and the church&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just imagine the inner circle of the Scientologists when the Batphone started ringing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...crisis at the highest level; death of a member, what do we do?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L. Ron &lt;em&gt;(bitch, you know he's alive, that the huge secret! L. Ron did what Disney only dreamed of and then he hogged the recipe!)&lt;/em&gt; starts to scroll through the membership Rolodex to see who should be deployed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cruise? No, still in recovery mode" &lt;br /&gt;"Kristie Alley? Too fat for real PR" &lt;br /&gt;"Will Smith? Not publicly a member" &lt;br /&gt;"Presley?" um....well, OK, send out a message from Elvis. What, they don't know yet? Okay then, make it Lisa Marie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John to L. Ron, &lt;em&gt;"...you chose Lisa Marie? even over Dharma to support us publicly? Wow, this isn't going to gain any sympathy. She married Michael, who sees her as credible? Oh, she has a new album to push next month...oh, OK."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Can we at least schedule an interview with John Edwards to talk to Jett to prove we didn't do anything wrong?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-6336337448714874087?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6336337448714874087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=6336337448714874087' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/6336337448714874087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/6336337448714874087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-ya-gonna-call-love-hewitt.html' title='Who ya gonna call, Love Hewitt?'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SWT4XKSvzlI/AAAAAAAAAuA/575tfbBZ1S0/s72-c/ghost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-1143885334205493215</id><published>2009-01-06T14:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:00:53.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Fit Test</title><content type='html'>Every now and then, when I mix amongst the common people &lt;em&gt;("have to wait in line for that damn Starbucks' concoction"&lt;/em&gt;), and opt to hear the plebeians shouting questions at me, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I mean really, do they understand who they are shouting at?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I like to embrace and bestow my altruistic nature upon them, and so I will answer them, &lt;em&gt;"Quit the F@#$! shouting at me!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really, I don't quite say that, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my smile says that, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and then my publicist cuts me off before I utter a single swear word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite question is always, how do you know if you are, or are not, a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, if you have to ask, why not ask that to Kathy Griffin, bitch!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the good of mankind and VH-1 viewers everywhere, &lt;em&gt;and you know who you 8 are,&lt;/em&gt; I felt it was incumbent for me to set the world straight with a simple &lt;strong&gt;Celebrity Fit &lt;/strong&gt;test. These simple question will help you identify what your status is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celebrity Fit Test:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you had a pregnancy that resulted in multiple births? &lt;em&gt;Aaron Spelling shines down on pretty people with double the children&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Is there a scent created/named for you? &lt;em&gt;please don't wear it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you talk to people who yell at you with cameras and bright lights in your face? (If TMZ taught me anything, when I watched it, is that real celebs don't answer unless they are drunk or high)&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you been declared dead but just been really drunk?&lt;br /&gt;5. Do friends have to remind you of last weekend before you read about it on the newsstand?&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you guest starred on "30 Rock" or SNL &lt;em&gt;this season&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever been on VH-1? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer key:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answering "YES" to questions 1, 2 and 6 &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; means you are a B-list celeb &lt;em&gt;(like an A-lister would take this test- their publicist would for them!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answering "YES" to any other questions means you may simply be from "The Hills" or are a stalker/drunk or past child star grasping again for glory days and a paycheck from someone besides Applebees and GEICO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-1143885334205493215?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/1143885334205493215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=1143885334205493215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/1143885334205493215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/1143885334205493215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/01/celebrity-fit-test.html' title='Celebrity Fit Test'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-2128914888773119212</id><published>2009-01-05T14:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:20:19.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Undeck the Halls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SWJdZV14P0I/AAAAAAAAAt4/mFYZ-uzUxXk/s1600-h/xmashouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SWJdZV14P0I/AAAAAAAAAt4/mFYZ-uzUxXk/s320/xmashouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287891602427625282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right folks, it's time to strip bare the holiday cheer, go back to work and start praying for the winning lotto numbers because credit card bills will be here quicker than another shitty Adam Sandler movie can arrive into the theatre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is, after all, already January 5th, high time them lazy folks, and you know who you are, to take down all that is Christmas: ornaments, trees, angels, and lights- they all got to go! Technically, they have a day or two to go, seeing how the "12 days" plays out till Epiphany- well here's an Epiphany from my heart to yours: take that shit down! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I really only mean this to the one or two tacky displays that make the local neighborhood streets look like an additional runway for the local airport, but for the love of half-inflated 8 feet snowmen, dirtier than a lost shoe at a Green Day mosh pit, let go of the season! Put up an old Farrah Fawcett poster instead if you want to salute an Angel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if my family is reading this (and only one does), Hello- like you can't order things online to get them here in time for the holidays? Just because YOU had more snow than Alaska this year doesn't mean &lt;s&gt;UPS&lt;/s&gt; Santa can't deliver on time to the South.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-2128914888773119212?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/2128914888773119212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=2128914888773119212' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/2128914888773119212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/2128914888773119212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2009/01/undeck-halls.html' title='Undeck the Halls'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SWJdZV14P0I/AAAAAAAAAt4/mFYZ-uzUxXk/s72-c/xmashouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-793784803026193738</id><published>2008-12-27T16:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T12:56:30.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Little Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SVamgxsTC1I/AAAAAAAAAto/s4044trlj_8/s1600-h/noclaus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 89px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SVamgxsTC1I/AAAAAAAAAto/s4044trlj_8/s320/noclaus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284594294791015250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies, tell me lies..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no Santa! I have fought long and hard to believe, but I am throwing in the towel on the mythology of Father Christmas this year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again my few wishes were unanswered (screw you Garth Brooks!)!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I asked for were four simple gifts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Patience to deal with all these stupid holiday shoppers&lt;br /&gt;2. ESP&lt;br /&gt;3. A high tolerance for alcohol and drunk friends&lt;br /&gt;4. A vodka tonic with a lime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Only one showed up and that was a day late. And trust me, Santa didn't pour the puppy I was handed! That's what bartender friends are for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I did not get ESP, all my "late" gifts to friends are comprised of 2 liter Diet Cokes, McDonald's gift certificates, Burger King cologne and BBQ cornnuts. It's the thought that counts, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A critical note: had the vodka tonic showed up earlier in the week, and then I was granted gift number three, gifts one and two would have easily fallen into line...but no Virgina, there was no VT until the day after Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-793784803026193738?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/793784803026193738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=793784803026193738' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/793784803026193738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/793784803026193738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-little-lies.html' title='Sweet Little Lies'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SVamgxsTC1I/AAAAAAAAAto/s4044trlj_8/s72-c/noclaus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-1704993009642077492</id><published>2008-12-23T17:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:28:47.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode of the 2008 Seattle Sports fan</title><content type='html'>Yes it absolutely sucked to be a Seattle Sports fan and this clip helps put the year in perspective- painfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="361"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://sports.espn.go.com/broadband/player.swf?mediaId=3789834"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://sports.espn.go.com/broadband/player.swf?mediaId=3789834" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowScriptAccess="always" width="440" height="361"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/10108522-1704993009642077492?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/1704993009642077492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=1704993009642077492' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/1704993009642077492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/1704993009642077492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/12/ode-of-2008-seattle-sports-fan.html' title='Ode of the 2008 Seattle Sports fan'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-5150700750891183607</id><published>2008-12-22T22:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:17:52.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I DON'T!!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SVBkzri8RxI/AAAAAAAAAtg/uAP6CMrO0RI/s1600-h/hills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SVBkzri8RxI/AAAAAAAAAtg/uAP6CMrO0RI/s320/hills.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282833201930979090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't!I don't!I don't!I don't!I don't!I don't!I don't!I don't!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not matter what my rational, logical and sober mind thinks because I wouldn't be caught dead contemplating marriage vows, in an LA courthouse no less (Proposition 8 be damned), to Spencer Pratt (Hell-to-the-no to a bromance!) , but it apparently does matter to Heidi Blaire Montag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think she heard me, even though in my mind there &lt;s&gt;was &lt;/s&gt; must have been a simultaneous cacophony of screams aimed at TV's across North America as "Speidi" stumbled through their vows...almost, chanting, "I don't!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake, just because &lt;s&gt; the Wolfman&lt;/s&gt; Spencer didn't go through with the vows doesn't make him decent- he's still a douche! That was all done just to get more air time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: does Heidi own a TV and ever watch this damn show to see what Spencer does to everyone around her? Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do say, "well done!" to MTV for helping me keep off any holiday pounds that might have be created by eating all those damn holiday cookies and candy by playing that Montag-Pratt montage, with Jessica Simpson's, "I wanna love you forever" (gag) on "the after-hills". Whitney may be moving to "The City," but that little video took me straight to Puke City!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-5150700750891183607?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5150700750891183607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=5150700750891183607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5150700750891183607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5150700750891183607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont.html' title='&quot;I DON&apos;T!!!&quot;'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SVBkzri8RxI/AAAAAAAAAtg/uAP6CMrO0RI/s72-c/hills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-2090426083908715671</id><published>2008-12-16T21:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:05:59.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WWJT? (What Would Jared Throw?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SUhsP1yBTuI/AAAAAAAAAtY/RPLk3oTZ5Cc/s1600-h/bush+shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SUhsP1yBTuI/AAAAAAAAAtY/RPLk3oTZ5Cc/s320/bush+shoe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280589582482624226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the end of the world will be ushered in with a whimper instead of bang...&lt;br /&gt;take that Keanu and "The Day the Earth Stood Still" fans (not like there were too many of you out there this weekend buying up tickets at your local Cinema Paradiso)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the Cold War and Kennedy, atomic and nuclear weapons have been the instruments of mass destruction that constantly threaten the survival of man on Earth. Correct, there are occasional cases of very stupid people doing ridiculously dumb things that have hastened their way into the next realm, like getting a lap dance from Anna Nicole Smith during her heavier weight days or a priest who aimed to fly, bundled in balloons, but forgot to consider how to land, but by and large, most people's fears lie in wars being raged with deadly weapons and force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine (&lt;em&gt;"and you may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one"&lt;/em&gt;) how calming it is to see that feuds are now being scaled back (perhaps a positive result of the economic down turn?) and waged with weapons of no-destruction: sandwiches and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past week there have been two separate assaults in Florida where the culprit was a subway sandwich and one highly publicized incident in Iraq where a certain world leader had shoes thrown at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't preach violence, but if one had to throw something at another, how much more peaceful of a protest can you wish for when the offending weapon is a tuna fish sandwich or a hush puppy (Naomi and Russell, you taking notes on this?)? Of course, it may not have the impact you'd like if you really were aiming to do some damage beyond mayo and mustard stains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-2090426083908715671?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/2090426083908715671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=2090426083908715671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/2090426083908715671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/2090426083908715671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/12/wwjt-what-would-jared-throw.html' title='WWJT? (What Would Jared Throw?)'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SUhsP1yBTuI/AAAAAAAAAtY/RPLk3oTZ5Cc/s72-c/bush+shoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-7440696270222662132</id><published>2008-12-12T14:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:56:05.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Be Not Proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SULNjI51svI/AAAAAAAAAiY/9tefEVnnafM/s1600-h/couch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SULNjI51svI/AAAAAAAAAiY/9tefEVnnafM/s320/couch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279007716800836338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask not, oh mighty "Historical South", for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for Thee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "New South" is rising faster than you can say, "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn!" Heck, Obama and a Democratic Senator both almost won in Georgia- if that doesn't cause the Mason-Dixon line some serious shrinkage, I don't know what will (besides more cold rainy weather)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in its wake crumbles the pillars of the "Old South".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeping changes are coming: the glory days of the South, the "Dukes of Hazzard" lifestyle and clothing, Rebel flags waving across the state capitol building, UGA being ranked preseason #1 in college football, "English" spoken in a native-sounding tongue with a mouth full of marbles and the slight straining melody of "dueling banjos" faintly heard as background noise are about as good as gone as Dale Earnhardt Sr., bless his heart and NASCAR winnings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip-Hop, high-rises, Donald Trump and clean porches are paving the way to the New South. Yes, clean porches I said! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down yonder a ways from Atlanta, a tranquil little town known as Albany, a city that claims a share to the "Home of Ray Charles" fame, recently passed a law that makes it illegal to keep couches on your porch. Well "Jimmy cracked corn and I don't care 'cause my master went away" what is happening here? How un-Southern and insidious of a law is that? Why doesn't someone just burn down Atlanta, again, if they want to change the ways of the South?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not make &lt;s&gt;moonshine&lt;/s&gt; sweet tea, "the table wine of the South" illegal and serve up latte's instead? A hound dog, a porch and a couch are staples of the South! Add a truck, gun rack, a shotgun wedding and Trisha Yearwood and you've got a hit country single!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will they try to take away our "Billy Beer" next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say to the South, "gather ye &lt;s&gt;rosebuds&lt;/s&gt; magnolias while ye may; old time is still a-flying; and the same &lt;s&gt;flower&lt;/s&gt; city that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on to your Lazee Boyz, sofas and BRQ-O-Loungers, Albany! Don't ditch the couch for modern trappings and pride; hold fast to those eye sore sofas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta fight, for your right, to blight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-7440696270222662132?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/7440696270222662132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=7440696270222662132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7440696270222662132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7440696270222662132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/12/death-be-not-proud.html' title='Death Be Not Proud'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SULNjI51svI/AAAAAAAAAiY/9tefEVnnafM/s72-c/couch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-6244519250706675317</id><published>2008-12-10T11:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:38:48.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curious Case of "Maverick"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/ST_yzAY_FBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/n4S0M6g3qmg/s1600-h/Maverick_Wireless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/ST_yzAY_FBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/n4S0M6g3qmg/s320/Maverick_Wireless.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278204246393558034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have all the Mavericks gone? Two months ago there was a maverick on every street corner and newspaper headline; I couldn't string two sentences together without the pleasant sensation of "ma-ma-maverick" rolling over my tongue and between my lips, to then waif gingerly through the atmosphere until it reached the sweet lobes of an other's ears. A simple little shutter, a nervous giggle, upon reception of the word, let both the sender and recipient know, we both had been touched by a Maverick! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maverick" was to October 2008 what "Pet Rocks" were to a generation in the 70's. So where'd it go? There's been more transparency in how the governor planned to fill the Illinois Senate seat than visibility of the Maverick lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come out, come out, where ever you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, nary can I find one to save my Maverick-less life! I couldn't even get a sip off of my drink, playing the "Maverick drinking game" last weekend; I ending up being the designated driver! Just two months ago, I was seeing sweet Jesus in the base of a lovely cool-watered porcelain toilet by 9PM when the game was played (that image of Jesus is currently for sale on ebay)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maverick, Maverick, wherefore art though Maverick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have attempted to fill the void with repeated viewings of "Maverick", the Jodie Foster version, but that shoe don't fit! "Top Gun" leaves me cold as Iceman, and I just don't care for Mark Cuban's version of the word, so I have let Dallas basketball play on without my eyeballs. In the illustrious words of Bonnie Tyler, "I'm holding out for a &lt;s&gt;hero&lt;/s&gt; Maverick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if I am a good boy, Santa will fill my stocking with, "Tales of Beedle the Bard", a good moisturizer, "Annie Lennox's" Greatest Hits CD, and a Maverick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Lucas brought back the Jedi's, I want a return of the &lt;s&gt;Mack&lt;/s&gt; Maverick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-6244519250706675317?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6244519250706675317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=6244519250706675317' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/6244519250706675317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/6244519250706675317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/12/curious-case-of-maverick.html' title='The Curious Case of &quot;Maverick&quot;'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/ST_yzAY_FBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/n4S0M6g3qmg/s72-c/Maverick_Wireless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-7357059343004717250</id><published>2008-12-07T13:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:09:33.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammy's can you hear me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/STwfYhDGGMI/AAAAAAAAAiI/WTHhqqNZvT4/s1600-h/grammy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/STwfYhDGGMI/AAAAAAAAAiI/WTHhqqNZvT4/s320/grammy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277127369420052674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally someone in Grammy land is listening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry lambs, no Grammy nods this year for Mariah "touch my body" Carey!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be happier, and neither could Duffy, Adele, Leona, Sarah, Pink, or....Katy? Whats up with the cherry chapstick sneaking in and kissing the recording academy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year about this time, I channel Terry McMillan, breath held until all the Grammy nominations are announced, and then I exhale; usually it's a sigh of disappointment, acknowledging that my favorite musicians have been overlooked for overwrought artists with huge publicity machines, but this year I am almost okay with the whole slate of nominees- almost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "no mention" for Mariah is almost as good as a nod for Annie Lennox- almost(and yes, to all you haters, 2 well placed nods to Madge makes me smile!).&lt;br /&gt;While really enjoying many of the female nominations in pop, I do regret when one of my all-time favorite voices, Ms. Lennox, who is eligible to be nominated this year, is overlooked by someone who kissed a girl. Really? Perhaps this will give hope to Katie Holmes come Oscar nominations time or Heidi Montag Emmy time? No really, I kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding out for Tia Carrere ("Wayne's World, party on, Cassandra is so hot!") to kick ass and clean up in the Best Hawaiian Music Album!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-7357059343004717250?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/7357059343004717250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=7357059343004717250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7357059343004717250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7357059343004717250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/12/grammys-can-you-hear-me.html' title='Grammy&apos;s can you hear me?'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/STwfYhDGGMI/AAAAAAAAAiI/WTHhqqNZvT4/s72-c/grammy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-4125048268266453085</id><published>2008-12-02T13:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:16:41.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am NOT...Sasha Fierce</title><content type='html'>I'm Britney, bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee and welcome back Britter's!&lt;br /&gt;It's official, today is the relaunch of Britney Spears, V3.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the tender age of 27, (Happy B-day!), we have had the rare, and often times unwanted, intrusion of her personal struggles dumped into our TV viewing laps! During the span of a single year we've watched the warbling songbird go from sweet and sassy to cuckoo for cocoa nuts to dijonaisse, and become an auntie to boot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer is she not a girl, not yet a woman...she's an institute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the international "Re-Love Britney Day"; catch her singing on Good Morning America, wish her a happy birthday by buying her new CD, "Circus", or donate an hour and a half of your busy schedule to really get to understanding her by viewing, "Britney- For the Record (sales)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share the love and help re-establish this emotional roller coaster onto the stability highway! Get on down with her on the "freeway of loving her...one more time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bDqsxwU7D8k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bDqsxwU7D8k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit it, you want to (oops)...do it again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-4125048268266453085?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/4125048268266453085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=4125048268266453085' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/4125048268266453085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/4125048268266453085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-notsasha-fierce.html' title='I am NOT...Sasha Fierce'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-7880991936627342718</id><published>2008-11-21T13:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:42:20.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Democracy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SScHr_cfZeI/AAAAAAAAAiA/DQ9wq4sc9fI/s1600-h/200px-GNRchinesedemocracy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SScHr_cfZeI/AAAAAAAAAiA/DQ9wq4sc9fI/s320/200px-GNRchinesedemocracy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271190341207156194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guns-N-Roses forces Nebraska to rewrite their safe-haven laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Guns-N-Roses finally releasing their 14 years in the making "Chinese Democracy" CD/album/8track, state legislators in Nebraska moved swiftly to change a controversial safe-haven law by restricting the age under which unwanted &lt;s&gt; crap in the making music&lt;/s&gt; teenagers could be &lt;strike&gt; dumped &lt;/strike&gt;  left at hospitals without parents facing prosecution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a case where moving swiftly has most-likely kept us from having to house millions of unwanted CD's", said one unnamed critic who has heard the CD and wished he hadn't. "We can't take away the harm from those exposed to this, but we can hope to stem the damage by not allowing it in the first place! And who would want to be responsible for Axl Rose anyhow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another person said that the G-N-R CD should help pave the way for abortion-rights activists in the future, "As if The Spaghetti Incident wasn't bad enough, talk about something that should have been aborted a long time ago... well, this and Paula Abdul and MC Scat Kat collaborations!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-7880991936627342718?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/7880991936627342718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=7880991936627342718' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7880991936627342718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7880991936627342718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/11/chinese-democracy.html' title='Chinese Democracy'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SScHr_cfZeI/AAAAAAAAAiA/DQ9wq4sc9fI/s72-c/200px-GNRchinesedemocracy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-6853391495177053815</id><published>2008-11-19T10:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:35:29.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mo' money, mo' problems</title><content type='html'>As if chronicling the "desperate for publicity housewives of Atlanta" wasn't enough to scare common-sensed people off from pursuing the "elite" lifestyle that the Atlanta women claimed to be a part of, Michael Jackson rears his ugly-head (and I say "ugly head" only in jest since his masks don't allow one to be critical of his real appearance), dogged by yet another legal issue surrounding money, to remind us just how costly &lt;and crazy&gt; fame can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be difficult to live in a world where you can't tell the difference between a business loan and a gift- to the tune of $7M! Seems to me it should be pretty "black and white".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who lives in this kind of world? Dr. Seuss, Daddy Warbucks and Big Poppa? How can one not know the difference, a $7 million dollar difference, between a gift and a loan? That is simply mind-boggling! Was a birthday card presented and inside it said, "Sorry Michael, I couldn't think of what surgery to get you, I hope you can forgive me for just gifting you $7 million dollars. Love, the Sheikh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Michael claims to be too ill to travel to London for the lawsuit- it'll be interesting to see how this one plays out; I doubt a new cd will emerge from the ashes of this business venture, Mr. Sheikh. Perhaps the Jackson lad's financial troubles could become part of the bailout plan? A new way to save Motown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, how the heck is this man solvent? I've watched the "TLC" VH-1 story on how to go broke (poor lefty eye) and cried along with Toni Braxton (unbreak her bank account) while trying to keep her Grammy awards from the IRS. And yet MJ still has some Benjamin's to roll with? Maybe he should be the one dispensing those $700 billion bucks to save the USA! Or make a charity record, "We R the Brokedown World" USA4USA! Oh wait, that's where this whole $7million dollar issue started- making records!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-6853391495177053815?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6853391495177053815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=6853391495177053815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/6853391495177053815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/6853391495177053815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/11/mo-money-mo-problems.html' title='Mo&apos; money, mo&apos; problems'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-1006503929932926567</id><published>2008-11-14T15:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:44:57.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>too much time on one's hands?</title><content type='html'>I've been slightly busy lately: shopping for Sarah Palin's concession speech outfit and all is no easy task...what, she hasn't yet quit running? Nevermind. OK, busy helping Barack Obama measure the drapes and try and get the smear stains out of the carpet- what does get them stubborn stains out? Retooling the image of Britney Spears just about wore me out; I was ready to shave my head at times! I just finally had to wash my hands of the "Publicity Desperate Houswives of Atlanta" after several of them couldn't grasp basic math and spelling; talk about trying to teach bitches a new trick! And then there's the $700 billion I have been asked to spend for America (okay, you got me, so I've only spent that infamous $150,000 so far) but not tell anyone how I am doing it- stealth shopping is hard work! Probably shouldn't spend it on a foreign car purchase huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's someone who obviously has too much time on his hands...amazing, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ifGHUfR5Ks&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ifGHUfR5Ks&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-1006503929932926567?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/1006503929932926567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=1006503929932926567' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/1006503929932926567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/1006503929932926567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/11/too-much-time-on-ones-hands.html' title='too much time on one&apos;s hands?'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-5743915235957257865</id><published>2008-10-29T17:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:51:52.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SQja7mFRUDI/AAAAAAAAAh4/K_oIUqSJojA/s1600-h/Anti-Theft-Lunch-Bag-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SQja7mFRUDI/AAAAAAAAAh4/K_oIUqSJojA/s320/Anti-Theft-Lunch-Bag-.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262696881952215090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just caught this great little invention- why didn't i think of it? And just in time for Halloween! This would have helped growing up in a large food obsessed (possessed) family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-5743915235957257865?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5743915235957257865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=5743915235957257865' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5743915235957257865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5743915235957257865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-caught-this-great-little-invention.html' title=''/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SQja7mFRUDI/AAAAAAAAAh4/K_oIUqSJojA/s72-c/Anti-Theft-Lunch-Bag-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-6169924582052455474</id><published>2008-10-20T18:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:32:14.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waldo...</title><content type='html'>Of course I am traveling the week cold and rain permeate the the city...&lt;br /&gt;Might have to hold off on my Bill Ayer's seminar and ACORN rally I keep hearing about- it's like you can't answer the phone without fear of another call. Just think how big Jesus could have been if he had "robocalling!" Perhaps I'll just hunker down with Oprah or read Sarah Palin's book of the month, "Are u there god, it's me Caribou Barbie, trying to put lipstick on a shitty campaign but Colin Powell keeps smearing it off"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6vQqT70Ff34&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6vQqT70Ff34&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-6169924582052455474?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6169924582052455474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=6169924582052455474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/6169924582052455474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/6169924582052455474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/10/waldo.html' title='Waldo...'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-3755176396485448181</id><published>2008-10-17T23:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:46:20.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What really caused Nancy to fall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SPlcB6EhfGI/AAAAAAAAAho/e5avvIcSQ0M/s1600-h/zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SPlcB6EhfGI/AAAAAAAAAho/e5avvIcSQ0M/s320/zombie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258335227769617506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-3755176396485448181?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/3755176396485448181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=3755176396485448181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/3755176396485448181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/3755176396485448181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-really-caused-nancy-to-fall.html' title='What really caused Nancy to fall...'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SPlcB6EhfGI/AAAAAAAAAho/e5avvIcSQ0M/s72-c/zombie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-566324346498652484</id><published>2008-10-15T15:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:33:22.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Whore-able Wives of Atlanta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SPZRwgnCfhI/AAAAAAAAAhU/DfUh5Amm4zc/s1600-h/hoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SPZRwgnCfhI/AAAAAAAAAhU/DfUh5Amm4zc/s320/hoa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257479508830879250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Five women doing more damage to Atlanta than Sherman did on his March to the Sea!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlanta, a city developed because of the trains that went through the city, seems the most aptly located of the "Real Housewives" series because they are in fact, a horrific train wreck; in the words of Shirley and Company, "shame! shame! shame!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women wealthy enough to "qualify" for this faux-ensemble go from dreadful to do-well, with the cast a bit heavier on the dreadful. &lt;br /&gt;First up is "ILoveNewYork"- I swore last we saw Tiffany she was heading to LA to make it big, but apparently she wasn't on someones guest-list and landed in Atlanta instead. Irony number one, "guest lists"; these women would be nothing without one, because they just aren't that important (to anyone but themselves), bemoan the need for one and then use them to feel important. Not content to be embarassed at a party she (shows up to Flava-flav's pad,) oops I mean goes to sons college and embarrasses him to no end on tour of campus visit, DFCS calling. &lt;br /&gt;"She-Devil in Shoes", character number 2 (who couldn't break herself away from her shoes long enough to help her daughter open a car door- I hope a DFCS rep and her ex's lawyer is watching!) throws herself a party with a strict guest list then mumbles the next day about all "the randoms" she had in her house- nice touch, bitch; ILOVENYC couldn't get in but randoms could...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's tragic "Trisha Yawnwood", sadly having to grow-up "&lt;em&gt;middle class&lt;/em&gt;" and hoping her kids don't suffer like she did (guess Obama won't get her vote), so she throws an 18K party for her(self), 11 year old daughter. DFCS action number 2: Mom leaves squealing little girls in hotel room while hitting the bar by 2pm. Irony number two: only mommy needed the expensive party to feel self-important, her daughter wishes "not everything was such a big deal" but spending money means she is loved, so spend Mommy must (note: has a sugar-daddy off-screen taking care of her till she makes it big in country music...she's close to making it big in something, but I wouldn't say c-o-u-n-t-r-y...maybe drop a letter or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charity Lady" seems pretty cool and grounded, one of two who seem to pull their own weight and do something besides spend other's money. She can't seem to hire well and might be inflating her ego a tad with the "high profile" label she puts on her family. Yeah the hubby is in sports, but so are like a thousand other men; unless your last name is Bryant, Hill or Brady...your not that high profile. And her assessment about "making it" because with their wealth there aren't racial issues of whites and blacks- wow. Irony number 3. The color that speaks is green baby. Don't fool yourself into calling it acceptance; money wouldn't matter if it were true acceptance- but apparently, at their level, it still does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ivana" is the best of the group, pulling her weight, selling real estate and letting her hubby take care of her when she's sick; Have I not seen her drop a dime so far? Wow! Irony #4- not spending and still on the show! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Bravo is introducing the rest of the world to is A-town's unique form of trash, bruised and sour peaches all made up, but ugly underneath, and infanticide, mothers who will eat their own for TV time and shoes, they make the Kardashians look classy...bless their hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-566324346498652484?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/566324346498652484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=566324346498652484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/566324346498652484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/566324346498652484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/10/real-whore-able-wives-of-atlanta.html' title='The Real Whore-able Wives of Atlanta'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SPZRwgnCfhI/AAAAAAAAAhU/DfUh5Amm4zc/s72-c/hoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-9136625362645555556</id><published>2008-10-08T16:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:40:27.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame it on Paris</title><content type='html'>You know, she's pretty damn good at taking... a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="464" height="388" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=06ae3d8563" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed width="464" height="388" flashvars="key=06ae3d8563" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;width: 464px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/paris_hilton"&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/a&gt; videos at Funny or Die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-9136625362645555556?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/9136625362645555556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=9136625362645555556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/9136625362645555556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/9136625362645555556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/10/blame-it-on-paris.html' title='Blame it on Paris'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-5035603671343580629</id><published>2008-10-03T09:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:59:23.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bumper sticker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SOYj6YhoseI/AAAAAAAAAhM/jV5UA01xDrU/s1600-h/mccain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SOYj6YhoseI/AAAAAAAAAhM/jV5UA01xDrU/s320/mccain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252925501297177058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of political affiliations, this bumper sticker made me laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little issue with the debate: Riddle me this Gwen, why can Sarah talk about her past record as an indication of her future success, but Biden can't discuss McCain's past record without being deemed "stuck in the past?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jFL58Jduryg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jFL58Jduryg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/10108522-5035603671343580629?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5035603671343580629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=5035603671343580629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5035603671343580629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5035603671343580629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/10/bumper-sticker.html' title='bumper sticker'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SOYj6YhoseI/AAAAAAAAAhM/jV5UA01xDrU/s72-c/mccain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-2085234614485071189</id><published>2008-10-01T20:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:00:41.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can-Canned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SOQc0qw9r5I/AAAAAAAAAhE/JDVK4on0kW8/s1600-h/293_2kardashian_dwts_093008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SOQc0qw9r5I/AAAAAAAAAhE/JDVK4on0kW8/s320/293_2kardashian_dwts_093008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252354756579274642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Kim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears your ass is bigger than your star; back to Beverly Hills for you my dear! Perhaps cable reality tv will be kinder to you than broadcast network audiences- where's Ryan and Reggie when you need them most? And, if the rumors are true, this ain't what you should act like an inconsolable loser over, save that drama for your sisters and the next fight you get in with them on your own show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you should take notes from Sarah Pallin; she has set the bar so low for herself, she can't help but beat expectation tomorrow. You aimed high and fell low- good thing ya got a lot to fall back on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paso doble right past ya...&lt;br /&gt;Cloris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-2085234614485071189?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/2085234614485071189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=2085234614485071189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/2085234614485071189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/2085234614485071189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/10/can-canned.html' title='Can-Canned'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SOQc0qw9r5I/AAAAAAAAAhE/JDVK4on0kW8/s72-c/293_2kardashian_dwts_093008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-4876942444470467361</id><published>2008-09-25T10:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:13:26.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Color me surprised!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SNucAEnL41I/AAAAAAAAAg8/Idrfg1O3bk0/s1600-h/aiken-740884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SNucAEnL41I/AAAAAAAAAg8/Idrfg1O3bk0/s320/aiken-740884.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249961315682476882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! When I heard this news my face must have revealed as much shock and surprise as Joan River's does after a trip to botox land! REEEAAALLLYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm experiencing more emotions (dread) over the new Pussycat Dolls cd, "Doll Domination" than I can muster for Aiken's true confessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What next? Lindsey Lohan admits to dating a girl???? Golly, is it Friday already because it sure is freaky! What next, reveal Sarah Palin has no real foreign policy experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey "People Magazine" how about doing something crazy and cutting edge, like printing the winning numbers to a lottery before it's played, not like a year after the ticket was bought...next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-4876942444470467361?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/4876942444470467361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=4876942444470467361' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/4876942444470467361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/4876942444470467361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/09/color-me-surprised.html' title='Color me surprised!'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SNucAEnL41I/AAAAAAAAAg8/Idrfg1O3bk0/s72-c/aiken-740884.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-4380068030756267506</id><published>2008-09-24T17:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:04:32.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The World (created by McCain)</title><content type='html'>For those purist in theology, God made the world in 7 days; apparently that is too slow for John McCain. McCain has decided to quit toiling in the garden of Eden so as to recreate the world (economy) in just 4 days. Who really cares where most of the Middle East ends up on the map, so long as you can see it from your house(s) front porches? And just do away with China and Russia, pesky foreigners, just give us your oil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freaky to think that Mr McCain, a self acknowledged "weak on economy" candidate, wants to stop Halloween, Day Light savings, creation of the blackberry, resolving the feud between Lauren and Heidi and suspend (buy time for Palin) his campaign until he completes a rehaul of the US economy...over the weekend. Did he pick up "Economics 101 for Dummies" and now feels more competent in solving this financial fiasco than all those people who do study the economy on a regular basis? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone out there really believe anyone on Capitol Hill knows what to do? Will $700 billion be all it costs to patch-and-fix the economy's blow-out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that the two Senators angling to be be the next Prez. have been out on the trail and not present in day-to-day activities in the Senate for quite some time, what makes either think they can do any good now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the dudes from "The Big Bang Theory" should be called in to resolve this mess and not "The House-husbands of Capitol Hill".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it sad to note that the only bailout for us from the non-stop campaign of 2007-2008 is a collapse of the economy- why couldn't it have happened sooner? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where's Paris when you need her economic savvy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-4380068030756267506?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/4380068030756267506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=4380068030756267506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/4380068030756267506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/4380068030756267506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/09/world-created-by-mccain.html' title='The World (created by McCain)'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-2530644118792856025</id><published>2008-09-17T10:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:04:16.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on my radar: Heart 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SNEb2pVKOtI/AAAAAAAAAg0/lPQf3xl-zyY/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SNEb2pVKOtI/AAAAAAAAAg0/lPQf3xl-zyY/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247005666484828882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An article on the web caught my attention, it asks how much do you know about your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart 101:&lt;br /&gt;Over a 70-year lifetime the average heart will beat 2.5 billion times. Each day the heart pumps out 2,000 gallons of blood through the body. Diet, exercise, blood pressure and genetics all play a role in keeping this hard working muscle in tip-top shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interpretation:&lt;br /&gt;Heart 101: band from Bellevue, Washington, led by sisters Anne and Nancy Wilson- big in the 80's and 90's with hits like "Crazy on You", "Alone", "All I Wanna Do is Make love to You"- with the popular video that promotes male-date rape and keeping children from knowing who their daddy is, and currently unhappy with McCain (and un-Able) for using "barracuda" as a theme song at the RNC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over a 70-year span the average heart will beat 2.5 billion times, unless you are Edward Cullen, have met Buffy the Vampire Slayer or are named Dick Cheney (there's no valid proof he has one). 2,000 gallons of blood a day? Where does it all come from? Given that a gallon of water weighs 8+ pounds...that means that about 16,000 pounds of blood moves through you a day! Imagine what it must be like for Drew Carey!&lt;br /&gt;Diet, exercise and blood pressure keep it in tip top shape? How ever is Hulk Hogan still alive? And I thought Angelina Jolie was the hardest working muscle around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-2530644118792856025?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/2530644118792856025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=2530644118792856025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/2530644118792856025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/2530644118792856025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-my-radar-heart-101.html' title='on my radar: Heart 101'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SNEb2pVKOtI/AAAAAAAAAg0/lPQf3xl-zyY/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-352699810049333400</id><published>2008-09-12T10:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:37:57.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil abrewin'</title><content type='html'>All was quiet this dark and cloudy evening at Hogwarts, but the silence did not equate to innocence and slumber, for not all were sleeping this night.&lt;br /&gt;Evil had threatened this sanct and hollowed learning ground for young witches and wizards, and where, in the past, evil got so close to winning, good still prevailed- but make no mistake, evil was still abrewin'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here at Hogwarts it has always been believed that the "strength of good" buoyed the children through those dreadful years, but in the camps of some (mostly the House of Slytherin), murmurs were heard that it was simply the act of "praying the bad away" that brought prosperity; truly an irony (that Slytherin would be praying) not lost on those who lived through the years of "He Whose Name Shall Not Be Spoken", aka "Dick Cheney (or Dan Quayle)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on this night a silence was enveloping the grounds, a silence that betrayed its self, so deafening were the awkward pauses. Slight was the breeze, but on it rode a few light whispers, whispers that would have sent chills down the spine of Professor Trelawney had she heard them and recalled her visions from years prior. But her mind is now murky and only a few pieces fall into place, &lt;em&gt;"The one with the power to vanquish approaches...the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives..."&lt;/em&gt; and so Trelawney goes forth, not knowing, but sensing, an evil emerging once more. What is for certain is that this evil speaks with the parsfaltongue...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-352699810049333400?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/352699810049333400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=352699810049333400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/352699810049333400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/352699810049333400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/09/evil-abrewin.html' title='Evil abrewin&apos;'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-6039232040487836175</id><published>2008-09-03T20:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:51:28.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Republican Party Surprise</title><content type='html'>What's a party if there isn't a surprise thrown in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While eagerly awaiting the speech of Sarah Palin, Republican delegates were feted with a lavish feast: pasta, veggies, wine, bread, pork loin and a guest appearance/performance by Lindsay Lohan. Despite failing to hit the same "public awareness" that Chris Crocker achieved on youtube by requesting that we "leave Britney alone!", it seems Lindsay's blogging about leaving Jamie Lynn Spears, oops, I mean, Bristol Palin, resonated with the McCain party planners and they invited her. The surprise? The pasta was delivered by a Pizza Hut employee, none other than Bristol's husband to be, Levi Johnston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping Heidi and Spencer are somewhere there filming their experience for use on a show at some later date, then I won't have to miss the Williamses tennis match and catch the highlights in a few months when it runs on MTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain to me how "kids are off limits" and yet the whole damn clan is pranced out in front of the media?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than uncommonly long lines at the men's restrooms, and no signs of Larry Craig, delegates have had few issues to complain about- outside of their candidate.&lt;br /&gt;And the Bush video conference and Cheney's presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and the crab grass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-6039232040487836175?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6039232040487836175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=6039232040487836175' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/6039232040487836175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/6039232040487836175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/09/republican-party-surprise.html' title='The Republican Party Surprise'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-2177883858439054894</id><published>2008-08-28T12:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:04:42.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Politically Incorrect Olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SLbaI-8gi0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/JreN58x6OjE/s1600-h/olympicrings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SLbaI-8gi0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/JreN58x6OjE/s320/olympicrings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239615064362748738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the "Bay-Jing" Oly's have come to a close and all of China is now sleeping and nervously calculating how to pay for the $44B games, perhaps they will sell off Tibet or annex Japan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat riveted to the 17-day coverage, fleeting moments of humor would flash through my brain as I contemplated, furrowed brow and curled-up lip, on how I could compete in the trampoline or race-walk events; 18 years of bouncing on a bed or 39 years of walking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to come in handy at some point in my life, why not as an Olympic sporting event?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thought that managed to escape the Chinese mind-meld of coverage in my brain (was I turning into the "NBC-Tiananmen Candidate"?) was, "if I created my own "Dream Team" what and who would it be?"...thus my &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; politically incorrect Olympic Dream Team was born...stop now if you don't want to be offended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open Ceremonies: Heidi Montag entertains&lt;br /&gt;Any throwing contest: Naomi Campbell (she doesn't appear to ever miss a target)&lt;br /&gt;Boxing: DaBrat&lt;br /&gt;Fencing: University of Miami officials&lt;br /&gt;Sailing: Natalie Wood&lt;br /&gt;Equestrian: Christopher Reeves&lt;br /&gt;US Rowers: anyone living in Flordia after Fay&lt;br /&gt;Shooting: Dick Cheney&lt;br /&gt;Steeple (and Evangelicals) Chase: John McCain&lt;br /&gt;US women's 400 relay: Hillary's campaign team (dq'd for dropping the baton)&lt;br /&gt;Gymnastic Judges: Discredited Clayton County (GA.) school officials&lt;br /&gt;Tug-of-War: Russia vs. USA and Georgia&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Gymnastics Team (women): my niece's day care class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing Ceremonies: Amy Winehouse to accept the Olympic flag going to London.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-2177883858439054894?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/2177883858439054894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=2177883858439054894' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/2177883858439054894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/2177883858439054894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/08/politically-incorrect-olympics.html' title='Politically Incorrect Olympics'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SLbaI-8gi0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/JreN58x6OjE/s72-c/olympicrings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-6605082267316389419</id><published>2008-08-21T21:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:36:56.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...more like 'ho's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SK4YGeEjPqI/AAAAAAAAAgk/EiIX7xnLo8I/s1600-h/225px-Kim_Kardashian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SK4YGeEjPqI/AAAAAAAAAgk/EiIX7xnLo8I/s320/225px-Kim_Kardashian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237149916108897954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaking of the probable "Dancing with the (D-list)Stars"&lt;br /&gt;has me rethinking the TV show's name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several celebs rumored to be on the show:&lt;br /&gt;Susan (All My Tangoes) Lucci&lt;br /&gt;Mark (I just wanna look fly) McGrath&lt;br /&gt;Lance (I kissed a boy) Bass&lt;br /&gt;Brooke (does TJ need a Hooker) Burke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim (oh my god, becky, look at her butt, it's so big and round) Kardashian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tick-tock tick-tock...time is running out on the show with this cast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-6605082267316389419?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6605082267316389419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=6605082267316389419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/6605082267316389419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/6605082267316389419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-like-hos.html' title='...more like &apos;ho&apos;s!'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SK4YGeEjPqI/AAAAAAAAAgk/EiIX7xnLo8I/s72-c/225px-Kim_Kardashian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-8199909158969371161</id><published>2008-08-20T20:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:43:03.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sport- GO USA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SKy5Yqb_DdI/AAAAAAAAAgc/y9LbDx0yF5M/s1600-h/poloOly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SKy5Yqb_DdI/AAAAAAAAAgc/y9LbDx0yF5M/s320/poloOly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236764300084710866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once every four years an amazing thing happens- people are exposed to, and appreciate, sports where the players have to make a living doing a "real" job to afford their passion. How mighty it is to have a swimmer so applauded amongst all the highly-over paid professional athletes. Kinda like a happy David and Goliath story, if you're into that kinda thing. As a long time swimmer and water polo player I welcome the Olympics like MTV does the return of "The Hills"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go USA water polo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to imagine out there somewhere, a trampolinist is saying the exact damn thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-8199909158969371161?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8199909158969371161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=8199909158969371161' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/8199909158969371161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/8199909158969371161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-sport-go-usa.html' title='My Sport- GO USA!'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SKy5Yqb_DdI/AAAAAAAAAgc/y9LbDx0yF5M/s72-c/poloOly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-4669089399576317047</id><published>2008-08-18T21:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:22:58.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush to protect Atlanta during the invasion of Georgia</title><content type='html'>George Bush has been in town all week trying to secure the withdrawal of Russian troops from Georgia. Twice he has been in Centennial Park and has yet to see a single troop come through the city. He is raving mad- the Russians are not following the peace treaty that they signed over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of Bush's commitment to the South, and his efforts to free us all and to influence swing votes for McCain come November. He was quoted saying that, "never again will Atlantans starve as god is his witness" and that he will do "all he can to prevent Putin and troops of re-enacting the March to the Sea that Sherman did to Georgia back during the American Revolution." It is his belief that cities should not be taken over and destroyed frankly because someone doesn't give a damn (as long they are outside of the Middle East).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush also said Peachtree Street would stay free of troops and traffic as long as he was in-charge and went on to compliment the designers of the city and their very sneaky way of confusing invading troops (and tourists) by naming 37 different street some form of "Peachtree"- that must be why he hasn't seen any Russians- they are lost and may be close to invading Birmingham instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-4669089399576317047?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/4669089399576317047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=4669089399576317047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/4669089399576317047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/4669089399576317047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/08/bush-to-protect-atlanta-during-invasion.html' title='Bush to protect Atlanta during the invasion of Georgia'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-3301215360106680796</id><published>2008-08-16T20:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:07:08.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing Hostage Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SKd0cBCqmhI/AAAAAAAAAgU/F-aqyFLmXBU/s1600-h/phelps_lochte_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SKd0cBCqmhI/AAAAAAAAAgU/F-aqyFLmXBU/s320/phelps_lochte_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235281116506266130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't tear away from the Olympics...&lt;br /&gt;thank god for pre-packaged foods, microwaves and online watching.&lt;br /&gt;After tomorrow, when swimming and tennis are done, the whole shebang is about over in my world...then I hope to be released from this bondage (no, I'm not wearing one of the new LZR swimsuits...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I watch?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-3301215360106680796?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/3301215360106680796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=3301215360106680796' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/3301215360106680796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/3301215360106680796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/08/beijing-hostage-crisis.html' title='Beijing Hostage Crisis'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SKd0cBCqmhI/AAAAAAAAAgU/F-aqyFLmXBU/s72-c/phelps_lochte_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-4931308710521503978</id><published>2008-08-06T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:47:28.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on my radar: idiot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SJnxJpRtM9I/AAAAAAAAAgM/WRl_esawKb0/s1600-h/brooke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SJnxJpRtM9I/AAAAAAAAAgM/WRl_esawKb0/s320/brooke.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231477590168777682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Brooke,&lt;br /&gt;No, you don't know best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You show about as much common sense as Joan Rivers does selecting a monologue for a group of Girl Scouts; how many times is just the right amount of times to call the girls "a bunch of whores?" Someone won't get any Thin Mint offers next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Brooke, compared to who, your family? Wow, I guess you might win that argument, but that's almost a Pyrrhic victory! That's like claiming you're the "smartester person" riding a short bus (or in the Bush clan), or the brightest PussyCat Doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and Ali Lohan have got the luck of being "the talent" (I blush just typing those words) in your family- yippee! Now how much will that make you outside of a stripper bar in Vegas? You staying out of jail makes you the Hogan that knows best, but fraudulent claims against Daddie could put you in the slammer, along with your brother; false accusations, where'd you learn that trick, Denise Richards? Golly, your family might rack up more jail time then the Gotti's; who knows best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you've demonstrated in your infamous quotes (knocking women's progress back at least 30 years) and on your show is that you have the insight of a two-year old fortune cookie and are about as inspiring as a Heidi-Spencer music video. Even the Brett Favre fiasco is more stimulating than you (and boy is THAT old already). Hopped up on Sugar Smacks and parading around on a show that is as "uncensored reality" as the Chinese Internet and claiming you know best just simply doesn't become you. Lets be clear: knowing best means you don't tell your father where you are going, why you are going, and what hotel you are staying at when it comes to celebrating Spring Break (not like you are in school...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Brett Michaels, Shari Sheppard, infact even The Girls Next Door (including Kendra) know better than you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Bo "knows" Jackson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-4931308710521503978?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/4931308710521503978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=4931308710521503978' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/4931308710521503978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/4931308710521503978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-my-radar-idiot.html' title='on my radar: idiot'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SJnxJpRtM9I/AAAAAAAAAgM/WRl_esawKb0/s72-c/brooke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-492355933009967559</id><published>2008-08-05T23:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:02:11.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on my radar: Paris Strikes Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="464" height="388" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=64ad536a6d" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed width="464" height="388" flashvars="key=64ad536a6d" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;See &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/64ad536a6d"&gt;Paris Hilton Responds to McCain Ad&lt;/a&gt; and more &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com"&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com"&gt;FunnyOrDie.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;width:464px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com"&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt; at Funny or Die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never a big fan, but this certainly makes me appreciate her sense of humor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-492355933009967559?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/492355933009967559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=492355933009967559' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/492355933009967559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/492355933009967559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-my-radar-paris-strikes-back.html' title='on my radar: Paris Strikes Back!'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-3237617486041114525</id><published>2008-08-01T11:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:12:02.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on my radar: Roy-less</title><content type='html'>If you haven't seen this video, well, heck...it's so sweet friends won't be able to figure out why I posted it. But, it'll make ya feel good going into the weekend, want to kick Michael Vick's ass, again, and help remove that nasty taste from the home foreclosure that was posted. It's kinda like chewing on an Orbitz piece of gum- with your brain. All refreshed and mushy for the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yv4Sia94Cu8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yv4Sia94Cu8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/10108522-3237617486041114525?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/3237617486041114525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=3237617486041114525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/3237617486041114525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/3237617486041114525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-my-radar-roy-less.html' title='on my radar: Roy-less'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-5779960281243114326</id><published>2008-07-30T14:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:41:37.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>extreme make-over: foreclosure edition</title><content type='html'>This story so irked me! Good deeds once again get punished. AND, the nerve of the columnist to insinuate that the home foreclosure was another sign of the times (oh how not Princely of him!)! Crappy owners squandered everyones gifts on a business venture he didn't even have the knowledge to run! The father was not a business man, but thought he'd try his hand at construction....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAKE CITY, Ga. (July ) - More than 1,800 people helped demolish the Harper family's decrepit home and replace it with a sparkling four-bedroom mini-mansion that towered over ranch and split-level homes in their Clayton County neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But three years later, the Harper's home has become the latest victim of the foreclosure crisis after the family used it as collateral for a $450,000 loan. The two-level home is set to go to auction on the steps of the Clayton County Courthouse Aug. 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple did not return phone calls Monday, but they told WSB-TV they received the loan for a construction business that failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house was built in January 2005, when Atlanta-based Beazer Homes USA and ABC's "Extreme Makeover" demolished their old home and its faulty septic system. Within six days, construction crews and hoards of volunteers had completed work on the largest home that the television program had yet built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished product was a four-bedroom house with decorative rock walls and a three-car garage. The home's door opened into a lobby that featured four fireplaces, a solarium, a music room and a plush new office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple, which ABC chose from some 15,000 applicants, spent the week on vacation in Disneyland while their home was being revamped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materials and labor were donated for the home, which would have cost about $450,000 to build. Beazer Homes' employees and company partners also raised $250,000 in contributions for the family, including scholarships for the couple's three children and a home maintenance fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Beazer representative did not immediately return a telephone call seeking comment Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABC said in a statement that it advises each family to consult a financial planner after they get their new home. "Ultimately, financial matters are personal, and we work to respect the privacy of the families," the network said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighbors said the Harpers opened the home to friends and described the family as quiet and friendly. Meanwhile, some of the volunteers who helped build the house are infuriated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lake City Mayor Willie Oswalt was among a handful of volunteers who helped vault a massive beam into place in the Harper's living room. He's less than thrilled with the couple's financial decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's aggravating," he told The Atlanta Journal-Constitution. "It just makes you mad. You do that much work, and they just squander it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-5779960281243114326?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5779960281243114326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=5779960281243114326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5779960281243114326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5779960281243114326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/07/extreme-make-over-foreclosure-edition.html' title='extreme make-over: foreclosure edition'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-4083887422056524362</id><published>2008-07-24T13:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T15:25:18.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on my radar: crane damage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SIi6ZENfYUI/AAAAAAAAAgE/btUIc3nSVZE/s1600-h/cranes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SIi6ZENfYUI/AAAAAAAAAgE/btUIc3nSVZE/s320/cranes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226632307353280834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with all the falling cranes lately? Another one fell today in Oklahoma(where the wind goes whipping down the cranes...). In the past year there have been a couple accidents in NYC, as well as Denver and Seattle (and I'm not counting Kelsey Grammar's collapse as one) to note a few. They seem to be falling about as fast and often as a Miss Universe contestant from the USA, only with a heck of a lot more damage (and sadly, deaths).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not the way I want to go! One minute sitting at work, the next, a damn crane crashing through the ceiling, forever immortalizing my final few moments entangled in some stupid Outlook delay. That would really piss me off, or being on the phone, waiting for Comcast to help me (answer) and having the roof crash down on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish ill on anyone, but if a crane has to fall, couldn't it be on the recording studio of the 10-legged 'ho, aka "Danity Kane" &lt;em&gt;"...do you got a first aide kit handy? ...baby I'm damaged."&lt;/em&gt; Don't they know it! Oh, joke for you. What do you get when you cross a reality person (Heidi Montag) with a presidential candidate (John McCain)? Danity McKane (reference the 'ho part of Danity). Or possibly hit the "House of Hogan". Why won't someone smite them? They need serious help that no TV should cover (unless with Dr. Drew). Someone drop a crane on them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-4083887422056524362?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/4083887422056524362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=4083887422056524362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/4083887422056524362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/4083887422056524362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-my-radar-crane-damage.html' title='on my radar: crane damage'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SIi6ZENfYUI/AAAAAAAAAgE/btUIc3nSVZE/s72-c/cranes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-6744357412782848675</id><published>2008-07-22T15:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T09:50:40.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on my radar: family matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SIY5t3Y_f6I/AAAAAAAAAf8/zDI-fYs6HFM/s1600-h/batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SIY5t3Y_f6I/AAAAAAAAAf8/zDI-fYs6HFM/s320/batman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225927877735710626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's Urkel when you need someone to sort things out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After surprising assault claims were filed by the sister and mother of "Batman" star Christian Bale, family members are now declining to discuss the case, stating "it's a family matter." Um, oh no it's not- when charges are filed it becomes a legal and very public matter- especially when the man charged stars in the biggest frickin' movie of the year! So I'm wondering, do the Welsh raise boys to assault their family members or do the Welsh not understand what publicity means? Something has got to give. Sure Wales toils under the popularity of England and gets less press, but come on! I think the claims are a tad "batty", and given the propensity of the English to use words that seem to be bigger than life (or is it that we Americans have simply diluted them?) perhaps the charge of "assault" there is not as severe as a charge of assault in the US is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes something like this, say he spilled a drink, threw a drink, tossed their jackets, pushed by them to leave, threw napkins at them "making it rain" or something to that ilk, those could all technically be assault. Of course, hitting, kicking, biting, beating and clubbing them sense-less could also count. Au paires from England have had a few nasty run-ins with the laws stateside, perhaps too much shaking going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's troubling that Batman just saved Gotham city and is still a looking like a bad guy (life imitating the movies?). Maybe he just ate some bad jalapenos or was under the hard candy influence of MaDonna and her Kabbalah magic or the she-devil Sienna Miller, she gives bad press a pretty face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it ain't so Batman? Is he taking a hit for Two-face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: Speculation is that the "assault" charges surround an action that might be either a "push" or "shove" done to the estranged and inebriated family members who showed up uninvited to Bale's hotel asking for money... &lt;br /&gt;Even superheros have family issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-6744357412782848675?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6744357412782848675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=6744357412782848675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/6744357412782848675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/6744357412782848675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-my-radar-family-matters.html' title='on my radar: family matters'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SIY5t3Y_f6I/AAAAAAAAAf8/zDI-fYs6HFM/s72-c/batman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-7684249771168238584</id><published>2008-07-22T12:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:04:48.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The count down is on for The Hills!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SIYhN_jvhUI/AAAAAAAAAf0/LdHZ7uSn2tU/s1600-h/293_montag_pratt_070908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SIYhN_jvhUI/AAAAAAAAAf0/LdHZ7uSn2tU/s320/293_montag_pratt_070908.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225900941893403970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://remotecontrol.mtv.com/2008/07/22/get-ready-for-season-4-of-the-hills/"&gt;Get Ready For Season 4 of The Hills!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-7684249771168238584?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/7684249771168238584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=7684249771168238584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7684249771168238584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7684249771168238584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/07/get-ready-for-season-4-of-hills.html' title='The count down is on for The Hills!'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SIYhN_jvhUI/AAAAAAAAAf0/LdHZ7uSn2tU/s72-c/293_montag_pratt_070908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-677527687742593316</id><published>2008-07-17T08:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:02:30.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on my radar: don't be a dick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SH-W5eyfEgI/AAAAAAAAAfs/fANNLbRNCZU/s1600-h/0716_andy_dick_mug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SH-W5eyfEgI/AAAAAAAAAfs/fANNLbRNCZU/s320/0716_andy_dick_mug.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224060007034589698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a rap sheet that most gangster hip-hop artists would kill for (figuratively speaking, except for maybe lil' Kim), Andy Dick is fast cementing himself as the number menace to society and comedy patrons across the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having given up on dominating the airwaves with his dweebesque comedic persona, Andy's making himself a name on police rap sheets all over the place; not to mention creating a mug shot that only Mel Gibson, Nick Nolte or SideShow Bob would want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at some of his recent offenses and charges (excluding what he's done in the name of "entertainment"):&lt;br /&gt;felony drug charges&lt;br /&gt;sexual battery&lt;br /&gt;causing a public disturbance&lt;br /&gt;public indecency&lt;br /&gt;urinating in public&lt;br /&gt;misdemeanor marijuana possession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond this it has also been noted that, "Dick has a reputation for crude behavior. He has been reported to have exposed himself to audiences at least twice. He was forcibly removed from the set of the show "Jimmy Kimmel Live" last year after he repeatedly touched guest Ivanka Trump without her permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also last year, Dick was cited in Columbus, Ohio, for urinating on the sidewalk. A comedy club owner in the city said the actor also made inappropriate comments while onstage, groped patrons, took women into the men's room and urinated on the floor and on at least one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1999, Dick was arrested for possession of cocaine and marijuana after driving his car into a telephone pole in Hollywood, California. He pleaded guilty but the charges were dismissed after he went into a diversion program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it enhance or distract from his image that the most recent claims comes from pulling down the tube top of a 17 year old female outside of a "Buffalo Wild Wings"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top everything else off, just last week he got into a bitch fight with Jon Lovitz at a comedy club because Andy claimed to Jon he put the "Phil Hartman Hex" on Jon, saying Jon was going to die soon; Jon beat him up because of the comment (and apparently put a successful "Joesph Francis Jailbird Hex" on Andy to boot)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-677527687742593316?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/677527687742593316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=677527687742593316' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/677527687742593316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/677527687742593316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-my-radar-dont-be-dick.html' title='on my radar: don&apos;t be a dick'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SH-W5eyfEgI/AAAAAAAAAfs/fANNLbRNCZU/s72-c/0716_andy_dick_mug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-5257053786331621287</id><published>2008-07-15T13:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T14:03:55.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>musician + role model</title><content type='html'>Here's someone who has chosen to use her powers for good...bravo! Too bad the Kardashian's of the world can't follow suit- that tacky earthquake aide video did nothing to boost their image. Now maybe Khloe can sing along with Feist to determine how many days she'll be in jail...1,2,3,4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kJSEHouoHK0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kJSEHouoHK0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/10108522-5257053786331621287?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5257053786331621287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=5257053786331621287' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5257053786331621287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/5257053786331621287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/07/musician-role-model.html' title='musician + role model'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-8051506990184017585</id><published>2008-07-13T15:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:55:48.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on my radar: losing flavre ("flavor")</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SHpZQGAVpUI/AAAAAAAAAfk/sDAilghV6AY/s1600-h/favre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SHpZQGAVpUI/AAAAAAAAAfk/sDAilghV6AY/s320/favre.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222584850914321730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people who quit just stay quitters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are some things that, despite every best effort, you just can't quit:&lt;br /&gt;Like Amy Winehouse and bad press, Kate Hudson and married men, Ennis Del Mar and Jack Twist, or Carrie Bradshaw and shoe shopping, but when it come to sports legends finally hanging the jockstrap up, why do some choose to lose the admiration and support from their fans when they jump back into the arena less than 4 months later? Clemens, Jordan, now Bret Favre- just quit and stay quit! The one exception, Dara Torres, who is proving so much by reclaiming a spot on the US swimming team at the plucky age of 41; but somehow her retirement and re-entering the sports fold seems nothing close to being the pathetic process Bret's new need to be playing ball feels like. Hell, two years ago he went through the whole act of debating staying or going and ended up staying and doing well, but once he decided to retire this year, he should let the team, the fans, and the sport move on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's acting like a true fan- a cheesehead and putting his fans through more ups and downs than a Miss USA contestant at the Miss Universe pageant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ybvxvXq2IKQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ybvxvXq2IKQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/10108522-8051506990184017585?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8051506990184017585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=8051506990184017585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/8051506990184017585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/8051506990184017585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-my-radar-losing-flavre-flavor.html' title='on my radar: losing flavre (&quot;flavor&quot;)'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SHpZQGAVpUI/AAAAAAAAAfk/sDAilghV6AY/s72-c/favre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-3346701585686517972</id><published>2008-07-10T13:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:27:47.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on my radar: Ode to the Brinkley's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SHZGNKGyFrI/AAAAAAAAAfc/54e4Wy-lWWE/s1600-h/art_cbrinkley_ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SHZGNKGyFrI/AAAAAAAAAfc/54e4Wy-lWWE/s320/art_cbrinkley_ap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221438009847715506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uptown guy,&lt;br /&gt;He's been living in an Uptown lie&lt;br /&gt;I bet he never thought he'd cry&lt;br /&gt;I bet his lawyer never told him why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went and tried for an Uptown girl&lt;br /&gt;She'd been living in her Hampton's world&lt;br /&gt;As long as anyone with hot blood can&lt;br /&gt;She was looking for hubby #4&lt;br /&gt;That's what he was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he knows what&lt;br /&gt;He wants from her time&lt;br /&gt;And when he wakes up&lt;br /&gt;And makes up his mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll see he's not up to snuff&lt;br /&gt;Just because&lt;br /&gt;He's in love with a toy store girl&lt;br /&gt;He met her in his uptown world&lt;br /&gt;She was sexy there playing with toys&lt;br /&gt;And all he thought was, "oh my, oh boy"&lt;br /&gt;He bought her toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uptown girl&lt;br /&gt;You know he can't afford the suit they're in&lt;br /&gt;But maybe someday when the truth comes out&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will understand the guy he's been&lt;br /&gt;And then she'll win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she testifying&lt;br /&gt;She's looking so fine&lt;br /&gt;And when he's lying&lt;br /&gt;She'll say that the kids are mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll say I'm not so smart&lt;br /&gt;Just because&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;With a toy store clerk&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm acting like the classic jerk&lt;br /&gt;Suing her for stuff I never owned&lt;br /&gt;Because of the chick I boned&lt;br /&gt;Thats what I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uptown Girl&lt;br /&gt;She was my uptown girl&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm not in love&lt;br /&gt;With my uptown girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7sHSIA-xpsE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7sHSIA-xpsE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/10108522-3346701585686517972?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/3346701585686517972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=3346701585686517972' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/3346701585686517972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/3346701585686517972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-my-radar-ode-to-brinkleys.html' title='on my radar: Ode to the Brinkley&apos;s'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SHZGNKGyFrI/AAAAAAAAAfc/54e4Wy-lWWE/s72-c/art_cbrinkley_ap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-8031057729709463706</id><published>2008-07-02T10:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:21:21.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a little too ironic, dontcha think?</title><content type='html'>Speaking of patriotism: 2 new laws began to be enforceable yesterday, one in NYC and one in Georgia. You, the witty and educated blogosphere, I hope you don't miss the irony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgians with carry licenses can tote their concealed guns on public transportation, in restaurants that serve alcohol and in state parks under legislation signed by Gov. Sonny Perdue Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK - The Board of Health voted Tuesday to make New York the nation’s first city to ban artery-clogging artificial trans fats at restaurants — from the corner pizzeria to high-end bakeries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The board, which passed the ban unanimously, did give restaurants a slight break by relaxing what had been considered a tight deadline for compliance. Restaurants will be barred from using most frying oils containing artificial trans fats by July and will have to eliminate the artificial trans fats from all of their foods by July 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it's not guns that kill people, it's trans fat! And lobbyist groups...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-8031057729709463706?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8031057729709463706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=8031057729709463706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/8031057729709463706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/8031057729709463706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-too-ironic-dontcha-think.html' title='a little too ironic, dontcha think?'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-8173857634117403140</id><published>2008-07-01T09:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T10:23:34.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on my radar: patriotism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SGo1-faq68I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Peq83Mp4GwA/s1600-h/tom+B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SGo1-faq68I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Peq83Mp4GwA/s320/tom+B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218042465963666370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just what is a Patriot? The march towards 1600 Penn., the 4th of July and the Olympics got me all Michelle Obama as an adult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What defines a Patriot most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must you wear more American flair on your lapel than a trainee waiter at TGIFridays? &lt;br /&gt;Would all the metal that you brandish cause security delays trying to pass through a metal detector at school/work/airport? Do you need to wake-up an hour earlier just to get all your merchandise on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should the clothes you wear be only in hues of red, white and blue? Or should you look like one of Ralph Lauren's "Polo" models lounging poolside at some huge mansion in the Hampton's, or trekking across a dune in search of the perfect photo op/picnic place to break bread with the Kennedy's? Nothing speaks of Americana more than POLO and Kennedy's (unless you favor Calvin Klein, Republicans, or Mary Jo Kopechne).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I whistle Estelle's "American Boy" all day, would that do the trick, or must I add "American Pie", "Coming to America", "Born in the USA", and "Little Pink Houses" (Mr Cougar so speaks to the heartland and Chevy truck owners)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could paint my face like a rabid soccer fan, but that's not quite an American sport (sorry Becks old chap) and I would lose credibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I write a play, and call it "The Patriot Act", would that do the trick or would I be plagiarizing (not GWB, but "The Crucible")?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so hard to know how to prove I am a Patriot, good thing to know I have politicians who can do that for me! Viva la American!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just wear a Tom Brady jersey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sy9e-2Wcpi8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sy9e-2Wcpi8&amp;hl=en" 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/10108522-8173857634117403140?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8173857634117403140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=8173857634117403140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/8173857634117403140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/8173857634117403140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-my-radar-patriotism.html' title='on my radar: patriotism'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SGo1-faq68I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Peq83Mp4GwA/s72-c/tom+B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-4113925384160376549</id><published>2008-06-24T20:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:58:06.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on my radar: starlets secret pact</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SGGlx4ZZYII/AAAAAAAAAfM/c9qj8f8Gd4E/s1600-h/scooby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SGGlx4ZZYII/AAAAAAAAAfM/c9qj8f8Gd4E/s320/scooby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215632119842824322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood shook, like Amy Winehouse "two days sober", yesterday when a secret pact between 17 of Hollywood's up and coming starlets was revealed. Noting a rather alarming rate of young Hollywood actresses NOT becoming pregnant in the last few years (note: Jamie Lynn Spears and a botoxed Denise Richards don't count) famed sleuth "Fred", of the infamous Scooby gang, took it upon himself to slip out of the Mystery Van and do a little solo investigation work. "As much as I love my team, I just couldn't risk Daphne, aka "danger prone", jeopardizing my work," Fred stated.&lt;br /&gt;Rumors are rampant that none other than the "big cheese" is footing the bill for the exclusive report and is planning a 3rd Scooby sequel (and a ton of scooby snacks) as a way to smooth over the ruffled feathers of "the gang". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The report itself, due to be released mid-sweeps, is said to contain damaging evidence that proves that these 17 young women all agreed to actually abstain from sex. Dakota Fanning has spoken out, vehemently denying the accusation and implying that on many occasions she has tried to sleep with the Jonas Brothers, only to end up with Dylan Sprouse, aka Zack, from "The Suite life of Zack and Joey". Abigail Breslin might have spilled the beans on what really transpired with these "'tween chicks", "we just wanted to apply ourselves to our schooling, and while in pursuit of our GED's, we quit having unsafe sex, and thus a lower pregnancy rate became the by-product, it's not like we meant to quit sleeping around; we all still really look up to Jamie Lynn! &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Health/story?id=5215182&amp;page=1"&gt;There was no secret pact!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-4113925384160376549?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/4113925384160376549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=4113925384160376549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/4113925384160376549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/4113925384160376549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-my-radar-starlets-secret-pact.html' title='on my radar: starlets secret pact'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SGGlx4ZZYII/AAAAAAAAAfM/c9qj8f8Gd4E/s72-c/scooby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-7895625772367368533</id><published>2008-06-17T10:11:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:08:59.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on my radar: living the lohan loca!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SFfPI7Etu2I/AAAAAAAAAfE/qYlrJlV0QC0/s1600-h/lohan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SFfPI7Etu2I/AAAAAAAAAfE/qYlrJlV0QC0/s320/lohan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212862845908007778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina, Lindsay and Ali&lt;br /&gt;On a routine attention-grabbing excursion&lt;br /&gt;One of the greatest celeb-family disasters ever known&lt;br /&gt;High on whatever they were on&lt;br /&gt;It struck their feeble egos&lt;br /&gt;and plunged them to the lowest of lows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the land of "Living Lohan"&lt;br /&gt;The land of the "Living Lohan"&lt;br /&gt;The land of the Lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bunch of crap that show is! Why isn't DFAC's watching this show and then getting the kids away from this ill-equipped single parent household? I thought prostitution was still illegal in most places, and pimping your kids out for money seems to qualify for prostitution! The mere fact that Dina would let a camera crew shoot pictures of a dog (one of 5 in the house) on the dinner table shows failure of judgement! What does Dina do to support her kids? Oh, she is the "star" of a reality show that pays her to be a mother driving a second daughter towards fame and stardom-because the first one turned out so well! Dina's parenting skillz are strictly from the world of hyena's ("I will eat my own to survive")and seem to be closer to the witch that tried to eat Hansel and Gretel than Fran Drescher's "Nanny" (and that's not saying much!); Tommie Lee and Pamela (round #801) create a more stable environment for kids than Dina does! If only they could make Spencer and Heidi babysitters, you'd have one heck of a show, but seeing how Speidi's rates for appearances are "delusional", I guess all Dina can afford is Nana. The sad part about the show is it appears that Roseanne and Anne Welles were role models for Dina; Dina just doesn't comprehend that Anne ended up strung out on painkillers and Roseanne's world isn't real-of course, neither is the world Dina roams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-7895625772367368533?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/7895625772367368533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=7895625772367368533' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7895625772367368533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/7895625772367368533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-my-radar-living-lohan-loca.html' title='on my radar: living the lohan loca!'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/SFfPI7Etu2I/AAAAAAAAAfE/qYlrJlV0QC0/s72-c/lohan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10108522.post-2987373089229830897</id><published>2008-06-14T15:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T16:02:54.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>at least someone admits it...</title><content type='html'>This is an excerpt from a news story. Read it and weep. Clinton was bashed about receiving votes from racist white people and publicly urged to refute them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASHINGTON (AP) — Black conservative talk show host Armstrong Williams has never voted for a Democrat for president. That could change this year with Barack Obama as the Democratic Party's nominee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't necessarily like his policies; I don't like much that he advocates, but for the first time in my life, history thrusts me to really seriously think about it," Williams said. "I can honestly say I have no idea who I'm going to pull that lever for in November. And to me, that's incredible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as Obama has touched black Democratic voters, he has engendered conflicting emotions among black Republicans. They revel over the possibility of a black president but wrestle with the thought that Obama doesn't sit beside them ideologically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Among black conservatives," Williams said, "they tell me privately, it would be very hard to vote against him in November."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10108522-2987373089229830897?l=tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/feeds/2987373089229830897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10108522&amp;postID=2987373089229830897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/2987373089229830897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10108522/posts/default/2987373089229830897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuesdayswithevans.blogspot.com/2008/06/at-least-someone-admits-it.html' title='at least someone admits it...'/><author><name>EF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801934874164253857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PEqppeSAp0/RrKidtGCoGI/AAAAAAAAATg/8cDLGFwo2Ts/s320/me-red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
