tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-207419112008-06-26T19:02:49.986-05:00Reel CrazyHathorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818832230886613664noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20741911.post-10326398727039867672008-02-18T10:38:00.014-05:002008-02-18T20:04:47.309-05:00ESSM II: Potato Fest WestThis movie night was all about the potato-heads. Did we even watch the movie? I don't remember.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168347710110525682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R7mo2_jXaPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jGdUgL3cAKo/s320/Denver+104.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Three Clems and two Joels. Will anyone <em>ever</em> come as Mrs. Mierzwak?<br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R7mooPjXaOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IDAj0dAK8FY/s1600-h/Denver+098.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168347456707455202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R7mooPjXaOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IDAj0dAK8FY/s320/Denver+098.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />G couldn't be with us this time, so shortcuts were taken on the props.<br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R7mtSPjXaQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7bulFy0D0dE/s1600-h/Denver+047.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168352576308472066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R7mtSPjXaQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7bulFy0D0dE/s320/Denver+047.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />But G was certainly with us in spirit (examine photo closely).<br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R7mtqvjXaRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/vnlcldx1R2A/s1600-h/Denver+074.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168352997215267090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R7mtqvjXaRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/vnlcldx1R2A/s320/Denver+074.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The potatoes now known as "Carmelo and Sucker."<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R7moYvjXaNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0shsE_gxonQ/s1600-h/Denver+111.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168347190419482834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R7moYvjXaNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0shsE_gxonQ/s320/Denver+111.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Felix regarding next week's Oscar party: "Will we be making potato-heads again?"<br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R7moBfjXaMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/a08jQTixUyQ/s1600-h/Denver+063.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168346790987524290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R7moBfjXaMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/a08jQTixUyQ/s320/Denver+063.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />J.R.'s potato obsession: driven by male competitiveness, political consciousness, or an attempt to impress Angela? Discuss.<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R7mnpvjXaLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5E4CaWC5tsk/s1600-h/Denver+072.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168346382965631154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R7mnpvjXaLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5E4CaWC5tsk/s320/Denver+072.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The men spent twice as much time as the women on their potatoes.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R7mnc_jXaKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oigKSEIMWQQ/s1600-h/Denver+068.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168346163922299042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R7mnc_jXaKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oigKSEIMWQQ/s320/Denver+068.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Venting. "For you, DU."<br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R7mnRPjXaJI/AAAAAAAAADs/fqJgV3v_pGE/s1600-h/Denver+065.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168345962058836114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R7mnRPjXaJI/AAAAAAAAADs/fqJgV3v_pGE/s320/Denver+065.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Reenactment of the night: the smothering game. Why do we think Felix and Susannah continued the reenactment once back at their apartment?<br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R7mnGPjXaII/AAAAAAAAADk/OYdNbV3aypM/s1600-h/Denver+100.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168345773080275074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R7mnGPjXaII/AAAAAAAAADk/OYdNbV3aypM/s320/Denver+100.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The potatoes remain on Angela's mantel. In a near-perfect act of cannibalism, the meal of the night was stuffed baked potatoes. Food served a dual purpose on several levels, as J.R. smeared dark chocolate on his potato to create an authentic Khadafi. We did watch the movie, and the evening ended in benign disagreement over whether the movie's over-riding theme was hope or utter despair. Others just thought Jim Carrey's character was crazy.Voodoo Dollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03383482723251934145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20741911.post-76434662747581164662008-02-08T15:35:00.000-05:002008-02-08T15:48:01.890-05:00Meet Me in Montauk*<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R6y9uDRk2hI/AAAAAAAAADc/Pv1eCnlLpcw/s1600-h/essm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164711471537773074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R6y9uDRk2hI/AAAAAAAAADc/Pv1eCnlLpcw/s320/essm.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Did we do this movie before? I don't remember. <br /><br />*Denver, day after Valentine's Day '08, BYOP (bring your own potato)Voodoo Dollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03383482723251934145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20741911.post-69720489266025677002008-01-20T11:10:00.000-05:002008-01-20T12:18:14.367-05:00A Fifth of Tenenbaum: One Man's Opinion<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R5N6vl7ubKI/AAAAAAAAADE/iNoFsiuMI7Y/s1600-h/disbarred.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157600956324408482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R5N6vl7ubKI/AAAAAAAAADE/iNoFsiuMI7Y/s320/disbarred.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>He was a prominent litigator until the mid-eighties, when he was disbarred and briefly imprisoned. He lived in the Lindbergh Palace Hotel for twenty-two years.<br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>For the fifth annual RT/Margot's birthday celebration/the movie that launched movie night, we lost three movie night regulars. They didn't want to watch it again. "Sweetie, don't get mad at me. That's just one man's opinion."<br /></div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R5N4AV7ubJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/iXZlAe-2JLE/s1600-h/RT5+107.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157597945552333970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R5N4AV7ubJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/iXZlAe-2JLE/s320/RT5+107.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R5N3u17ubII/AAAAAAAAAC0/7kWjeHFysCU/s1600-h/RT5+100.jpg"></a><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>New props included Margot/Helen Scott's typewriter . . .</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div> </div><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R5N25V7ubGI/AAAAAAAAACk/frffrTaOO0U/s1600-h/RT5+121.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157596725781621858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R5N25V7ubGI/AAAAAAAAACk/frffrTaOO0U/s320/RT5+121.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>Etheline's make-up mirror. . .<br /></div><div> </div><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R5N2Ll7ubFI/AAAAAAAAACc/PRdUkUXGcF0/s1600-h/RT5+043.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157595939802606674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R5N2Ll7ubFI/AAAAAAAAACc/PRdUkUXGcF0/s320/RT5+043.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>and snow.<br /><br /></div><div></div><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R5N7Ul7ubLI/AAAAAAAAADM/egMliTGRx0Q/s1600-h/lindbergh+palace+hotel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157601591979568306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R5N7Ul7ubLI/AAAAAAAAADM/egMliTGRx0Q/s320/lindbergh+palace+hotel.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Dan didn't look half bad for a suicide, attempted anyway. Both Dan and Emma got haircuts in the interest of authenticity.</div><div></div><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R5N1zV7ubEI/AAAAAAAAACU/1-cEORJZnpU/s1600-h/RT5+110.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157595523190778946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R5N1zV7ubEI/AAAAAAAAACU/1-cEORJZnpU/s320/RT5+110.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>We had Indian cuisine in honor of Pagoda and cupcakes in honor of Margot's birthday. The others were missed, but they had not been invited to any of Margot's parties since.</div><div><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R5N1c17ubDI/AAAAAAAAACM/TPOMm06gTKc/s1600-h/RT5+039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157595136643722290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R5N1c17ubDI/AAAAAAAAACM/TPOMm06gTKc/s320/RT5+039.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>Old Etheline, meet young Etheline.</div><div></div><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R5N1EV7ubCI/AAAAAAAAACE/9XLy39Uor2o/s1600-h/RT5+078.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157594715736927266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R5N1EV7ubCI/AAAAAAAAACE/9XLy39Uor2o/s320/RT5+078.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br />Dusty, can you spot me a quarter?</div><div><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R5N0qV7ubBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZHy6tbLZie0/s1600-h/RT5+050.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157594269060328466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R5N0qV7ubBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZHy6tbLZie0/s320/RT5+050.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div>They all agreed that Royal would have found the event most satisfactory.<br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R5N0Wl7ubAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BQXy8BermVg/s1600-h/RT5+084.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157593929757912066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R5N0Wl7ubAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BQXy8BermVg/s320/RT5+084.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br />She was a playwright and won a Braverman Grant of fifty thousand dollars in the ninth grade.<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R5Ny8V7ua_I/AAAAAAAAABs/3OWTmPbGGsg/s1600-h/chekhov.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157592379274718194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R5Ny8V7ua_I/AAAAAAAAABs/3OWTmPbGGsg/s320/chekhov.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>Voodoo Dollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03383482723251934145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20741911.post-63782820382665198842008-01-11T15:54:00.000-05:002008-01-11T16:29:10.940-05:00RT V: You Came Back<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R4fed17ua-I/AAAAAAAAABk/F1TavsVbi6E/s1600-h/radar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154332902823980002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/R4fed17ua-I/AAAAAAAAABk/F1TavsVbi6E/s320/radar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><br /></p><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Saturday, January 19, 2008</div><br /><div align="center">7:30 pm</div><br /><div align="center">Lindbergh Palace Hotel</div>Voodoo Dollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03383482723251934145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20741911.post-56315274775245167192007-04-17T09:06:00.000-05:002007-07-25T09:14:44.183-05:00No One Gets Left Behind (except Richard)Again with the [redacted*] chicken! Holy God Almighty, is it possible that for just one night we could have something besides the [redacted*] chicken?!<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/RiTWVQGCB7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/E22xm4WlsB8/s1600-h/dinner.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054400342402402226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/RiTWVQGCB7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/E22xm4WlsB8/s320/dinner.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*rhymes, appropriately enough, with "plucking"<br /><br /><br />I'm not color blind . . . am I? (I'm afraid you are.)<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/RiTWqQGCB_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/-9oOI8doRK8/s1600-h/olive+and+dwayne.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054400703179655154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/RiTWqQGCB_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/-9oOI8doRK8/s320/olive+and+dwayne.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/RiTdLwGCCCI/AAAAAAAAABM/5z9i0N3U-Q4/s1600-h/dwayne.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054407875775039522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/RiTdLwGCCCI/AAAAAAAAABM/5z9i0N3U-Q4/s320/dwayne.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Inauthenticity: Abigail Breslin wore a fat suit in the movie. Angela obviously skipped the "a la mode" in the weeks leading up to movie night.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/RiTWlgGCB-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/XqjrPlZGz1k/s1600-h/olive1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054400621575276514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/RiTWlgGCB-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/XqjrPlZGz1k/s320/olive1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Richard, I'm <em>not </em>smoking.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/RiTWgwGCB9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/l8KF4rQbpN8/s1600-h/sheryl.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054400539970897874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/RiTWgwGCB9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/l8KF4rQbpN8/s320/sheryl.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What's important to understand is that Uncle Frank gave up on himself, which is something that winners never do.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/RiTWbAGCB8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/8vaj8Ld0oZ4/s1600-h/frank.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054400441186650050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/RiTWbAGCB8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/8vaj8Ld0oZ4/s320/frank.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Not on your watch.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/RiTlGAGCCDI/AAAAAAAAABU/0wRipC0Kfvo/s1600-h/please.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054416573083813938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/RiTlGAGCCDI/AAAAAAAAABU/0wRipC0Kfvo/s320/please.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Best prop:<br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/RiTWMgGCB6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UwLnGIQTkHY/s1600-h/boot.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054400192078546850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/RiTWMgGCB6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UwLnGIQTkHY/s320/boot.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What would have been the best prop had it not been raining:<br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/RiTZmAGCCBI/AAAAAAAAABE/UdbFSdD2xCA/s1600-h/browncow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054403928700094482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/RiTZmAGCCBI/AAAAAAAAABE/UdbFSdD2xCA/s320/browncow.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br />Other unused prop: Richard's shirt, contributed by Allen. Laurie thought she was clever when she purchased Dwayne's "Jesus was Wrong" style tee shirt online. But Allen and Katie put her to shame by either owning or finding shirts identical to Richard's and Sheryl's. WTF?<br /><br />The closest we came to a reenactment:<br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/RiTWwwGCCAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/S3W3zousQNM/s1600-h/trickphotography.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054400814848804866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdXM52a9Z50/RiTWwwGCCAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/S3W3zousQNM/s320/trickphotography.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What was missing:<br /><br /><br /><ul><li>Richard (he got a call from Stan Grossman at the last minute, and took off on his moped)</li><li>Proust (but he's dead, anyway)</li><li>popsicles</li><li>pageant contestants (due to a Star Wars costume party in Charlotte)</li><li><em>real </em>chicken (enough with the [redacted] chicken strips!)</li><li>sheet with sketch of Nietzche </li><li>a slew of other supporting characters, including bereavement liaison Linda, horny cop, perv dad, Kirby, pageant witch and Rick James.</li></ul>Voodoo Dollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03383482723251934145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20741911.post-70972861485132127202007-03-28T09:49:00.000-05:002007-03-29T07:42:53.866-05:00There Are Two Kinds of People In This World, Winners And Losers<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kXP3bNxYaBA/Rgu0MoJSzxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CSWHf658JkU/s1600-h/LMSinvite2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kXP3bNxYaBA/Rgu0MoJSzxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CSWHf658JkU/s320/LMSinvite2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047325936426602258" /></a>Hathorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818832230886613664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20741911.post-1168982517591837302007-01-16T17:15:00.000-05:002007-01-18T09:15:56.170-05:00Margot, Bloody Margot<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/1600/193497/privatestudio.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/400/407752/privatestudio.jpg" border="0" /><br /></a>She kept a private studio </div><div align="center">in Mockingbird Heights </div><div align="center">under the name Helen Scott.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Join us for RT IV</div><br /><div align="center">January 13, 2006, 7:30 pm<br /></div><div align="center">Mockingbird Heights</div><div align="center">(street address tba)</div><br /><br />She would never say where she came from (it was Denver).<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/1600/846350/2margots.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/320/654457/2margots.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It was an evening of fingers . . .<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/1600/862045/finger.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/320/362668/finger.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the loss of fingers . . .<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/1600/678345/reenactment.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/320/679055/reenactment.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and, appropriately on many levels, Bloody Mary's.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/1600/996161/drink.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/320/560769/drink.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We had two (actually three, counting Kit) virgins . . .<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/1600/986311/timber.jpg"></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/1600/556189/moremargot.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/320/262025/moremargot.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />three Eli's . . .<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/1600/787375/twoelis.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/320/797741/twoelis.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and the Salt of the Earth (finally).<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/1600/532148/hot.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/320/732378/hot.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We had repeat costumes (very nicely done),<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/1600/654646/pagoda.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/320/603803/pagoda.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/1600/592226/dudley.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/320/756049/dudley.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/1600/46288/ethelineandhenry.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/320/836443/ethelineandhenry.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and live, as well as stuffed, animals.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/1600/652774/sparkplug.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/320/754189/sparkplug.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/1600/110824/javelina.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/320/38947/javelina.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Best prop: it's a toss up between the turntable, the tv tied to the radiator, the hickory stump/axe, and the plastic finger.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/1600/85785/turntable.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/320/593887/turntable.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/1600/998874/radiator.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/320/406350/radiator.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Biggest surprise: the mother of movie night and two semi- inaugural members were (very) late.<br /><br />Most shameless ploy for attention: eating the gummy rats<br /><br />Most childish behavior: cock/paper-towel-roll photo session<br /><br />Children (Shannon not included): do they add or detract from movie night? Discuss.<br /><br />Drifting in and out of the room during the movie: is it now sanctioned? Discuss.<br /><br />Best save: Donna digs up a Hickory Stump Margot costume at the last minute, when the red sweatsuit falls through<br /><br />Most valuable lesson learned: get a babysitter so everyone can go out after the movie.<strong>*</strong><br /><br />Best costume: all of them, seriously. This was a high point in movie night history. Proof that Tenenbaums is the ultimate movie night? <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*those who went out now disagree</span><br /><br /><embed src="" type="video/mpeg" autoplay="true" controller="true" loop="false"> <p></p></embed>Tabula Rasanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20741911.post-1164989212433472112006-12-01T12:00:00.000-05:002007-01-18T09:59:01.300-05:00Greatest Hits<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Name that Theme</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/320/231046/bestof8.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><div align="left">On November 3, 2006, the movie night regulars received this e-mail from Angela:<span style="font-size:85%;"> <strong><em>In case you don't know, we are planning to do a movie night greatest hits on Saturday (tomorrow) night. In other words, come in a costume from any movie that we've done (not necessarily one you wore--that's up to you). Beyond that, nothing is decided. </em></strong>J</span>en<strong> </strong>was coming all the way from San Francisco and we had less than 24 hours to pull it together. Did we do it? Did we ever. <br /><br /></div><p align="center">Food? Easy. Who needs food when you have jello shots?</p><p align="justify"></p><p align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/320/147215/bestof12.jpg" border="0" /></p><div align="center">Since Jen had never attended movie night before, </div><div align="center">Angela was forced to bend the rules and permit Jen to</div><div align="center">come as whatever character struck her fancy. It was Kip.<br /><br /></div><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/320/814459/bestof11.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">In a further shocking display of flexibility, the regulars themselves were permitted to come as any past movie night character . . .</p><p align="center">. . . even one that had not been their own. </p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/320/512474/bestof3.jpg" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><br />Old and new props made appearances.</div><p><br /></p><p></p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2777/2040/320/945992/bestof6.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>After viewing Bottle Rocket ("ca-caw"), we bar-hopped in costume. Some of us did, anyway.</p><p></p><br /><br /><embed src="http://audio.cdbaby.com/mp3lofi/o/n/onesthatgotaway-11.mp3" type="video/mpeg" autoplay="true" controller="true" loop="false"> <p></p></embed>Tabula Rasanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20741911.post-1156113296215745012006-08-20T18:30:00.000-05:002007-01-18T09:02:26.446-05:00Gutterballs<span style="font-size:130%;"></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/2040/1600/MarkitZero.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/2040/400/MarkitZero.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">You're Entering a World of Pain</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">(if you don't come) </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Friday, August 18</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">7:30 pm</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">at Clark-n-Bowl</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">featuring</div><div align="center">White Russians, Sarsaparillas, </div><div align="center">Oat Soda and In and Out Burgers</div><div align="center"></div><br /><br />Check out this <a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/lebowski.html">soundboard<br /></a><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">rsvp 540-1488</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.lebowskifest.com/la2006_photos.asp">costume possibilities </a>are endless</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><p></p></div><br />Prelude to a Movie Night:<br /><embed src="http://download-v5.streamload.com/111ebd93-e06e-4f12-af03-5a7c94db1556/lkshortt/Hosted/08%20Just%20Dropped%20In%20(To%20See%20What%20Cond.mp3" type="video/mpeg" autoplay="false" controller="true" loop="false"> <p></p></embed><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>The Big(ger) Lebowski</strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">This movie night was all about Jeff's birthday and takin' it easy in the juke joint, man. The whole world went crazy and the rules went out the door with the ringer. </div><div align="justify"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">The Wall of Achievement, featuring the Pope, Dan Aykroyd, Ace Young, and the Herbin Achievers.<br /><br /></div><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/2040/1600/WallofAchievement.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/2040/320/WallofAchievement.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></p><p align="center">Two Valkyrie are better than one. Karl Hungus or the Dude?</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/2040/1600/TwoValGirls.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/2040/320/TwoValGirls.1.jpg" border="0" /><br /></a><br />Rolled on Erev Shabbas.</p><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/2040/1600/MarkItDude.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/2040/320/MarkItDude.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />She believed in nothing . . . but blueberry pancakes.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/2040/1600/NihilistFood.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/2040/1600/Lebowski%20024.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/2040/320/Lebowski%20024.0.jpg" border="0" /><br /></a><br />Back for more white russians.</p><p align="center"><br /></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/2040/1600/Dudeness.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/2040/320/Dudeness.1.jpg" border="0" /><br /></a></p><p align="center">If one person had five double-double burgers, how many is that?</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/2040/1600/InandOutBurgers.3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/2040/320/InandOutBurgers.2.jpg" border="0" /><br /></a></p><p align="center">Walter and Brandt (never met in actual movie)</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/2040/1600/BrandtAndWalter.2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/2040/320/BrandtAndWalter.1.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p align="center">Wig-stealing and reenactment: new movie night phenomena.</p><p><br /></p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/2040/1600/Brandt.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/2040/320/Brandt.1.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="justify"></a>Some movie night regulars were missing, but the inductees proved worthy and fun. Blame it on the juke joint that everyone (except CMK, Donna and Jorge) went OVER THE LINE. In spite of the tent, outdoor movie screen, patio bar and In-n-Out burgers (thank you, Chad), the gravitational pull of the juke joint was too strong, even for the German Nihilists. Midnight bowling was restricted to the few, the proud, the deadbeats . . . who managed to evade bowling alley security guards . . . but not hangovers.<br /></p><p align="justify"><strong>Best costume</strong>: Angela's, I'm sure, but it didn't arrive until Saturday, explaining her absence from movie night</p><p align="justify"><strong>Best prop</strong>: In-n-Out burger wrappers and dog kennel</p><p align="justify"><strong>Best attention to detail</strong>: Jeff's spray-painted Dude/Hungus bowling shoes (no socks, of course)</p><p align="justify"><strong>Most missed character</strong>: Jesus Quintana</p><p align="justify"><strong>Best uneaten food item</strong>: blueberry pancakes</p><p align="justify"><strong>Best costume change</strong>: Joe comes as a nihilist, relents and assumes Brandt persona for half the night</p><p align="justify"><strong>Best horns</strong>: Shannon (beotch)</p><p align="justify"><strong>Best behaved guest</strong> (shockingly): CMK<br /><br /><embed src="http://download-v5.streamload.com/111ebd93-e06e-4f12-af03-5a7c94db1556/lkshortt/Hosted/03%20My%20Mood%20Swings.mp3" type="video/mpeg" autoplay="true" controller="true" loop="false"> <p></p></embed><br /><br /></p>Tabula Rasanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20741911.post-1151937467011395252006-07-04T11:46:00.000-05:002007-01-18T09:07:49.050-05:00We're Very Neurotic<div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/2040/1600/graduate5.png"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/2040/400/graduate5.png" border="0" /> </a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/2040/1600/graduate5.png"><p align="center"></a></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Join Us for an Affair</strong></span></p><p align="center"><strong>July 1, 2006</strong></p><p align="center"><strong>The Taft*</strong></p><p align="center"><strong>drinks at hotel bar at 7:30</strong></p><p align="center"><strong>movie at 8:00</strong></p><p align="center"><strong></strong></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">*actually "The Deck"</p><br />Prelude to a Movie Night:<br /><embed src="http://download-v5.streamload.com/c79e99c2-2442-45eb-8d4f-52c0186b1d02/lkshortt/Hosted/Sunporch%20Cha-Cha-Cha.mp3" type="video/mpeg" loop="false" controller="true" autoplay="false"> <p></p></embed><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/DSC00045.jpg" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The Graduate</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify">As originally imagined, the event would be held at the O.Henry. As some of the more dedicated fans of this site may recall, the day was to include (1) pool drifting, (2) drinks at the hotel bar and (3) movie viewing in a hotel suite. Sadly, the O.Henry does not have a Room 568. In the end, *we* simply converted the Shortts' deck into the Robinsons' sun porch. </div><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Benjamin, did you get a room? (the answer was no)<br /><br /></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/2040/320/LaurieRobinson.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="left">Elaine: beautiful, but was she truly worthy of white? </p><p align="left"></p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/grad6.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/2040/320/BeautifulElaine.0.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="left">Katie also came as Mrs. Robinson. Katie wisely chose not to wear stockings. </p><p align="justify"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/DSC00035.jpg" border="0" /> <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/grad5.jpg" border="0" /><br />Laurie eventually shed her stockings, too. It was all in character.<br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/2040/320/WeareInsane.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="left">"Benjamin, do you have an ashtray? Oh, that's right, the track star doesn't smoke."</p><p align="left"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/grad11.jpg" border="0" /><br />Mr. Robinson arrived quite late. He was delayed at Tahiti Tans.<br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/DSC00042.jpg" border="0" /><br />Angela and Laurie vying for the same man's attention? Unheard of.<br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/DSC00029.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p align="left"></p><p align="center"></p><p>Best prop: the rejected shrimp mold<br /><br /></p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/DSC00010.jpg" border="0" /> Runner up best prop: the portrait of Elaine. "Benjamin, have you seen Elaine's portrait?"</p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/grad7.jpg" border="0" /><br />Most shameless ploy for attention: Lisa submerging in the hot tub.<br /></p><p></p><p align="justify"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/DSC00052.jpg" border="0" /> Here's to you, Mrs. Robinsons. Because two middle-aged, psychotic, alcoholic, lecherous, benignly neglectful mothers are better than one.</p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/grad3.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p align="justify">On the menu: '60s hors d'oerves, including sausage balls, ham-wrapped olives, nut-n-cheeseball (the dish, not Laurie), cucumber and dill finger sandwiches, artichoke and spinach dip, stuffed cherry tomatoes, sweet gerkins (the pickles, not Kevin), deviled eggs, and the infamous shrimp mold (which only Laurie was brave enough to sample). Angela provided scrumptious desserts in the form of gooey cheesecake muffins (again, cheesiness was welcome) and a pineapple upside down cake (still uneaten, sitting in my kitchen on 7/5/06). We had planned to grill out a la the Braddocks, but the hors d'oerves (combined with the appetite suppressing cigarette smoke) proved sufficient sustenance. </p><p align="justify"><strong>Best costume:</strong> Angela was lovely, but Mrs. R is gonna have to go with Kevin, who, at 36, looked closer to 21 than Dustin Hoffman did in the actual movie. Lisa gets credit for dressing him, as always.</p><p align="justify"><strong>Random memorable moment:</strong> Three people trying to photograph Laurie's leg with Kevin in the background. It was the most exercise Laurie had gotten in quite awhile. </p><p><strong>Best inauthentic costume detail:</strong> Angela's bare feet</p><p><a href="http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/8200/graduate.txt">The Screenplay</a></p><p><p><a href="http://www.filminamerica.com/Movies/TheGraduate/">The Graduate Film Facts</a></p><a href="http://www.filmsite.org/grad.html">More on The Graduate</a> <p></p><br /><embed src="http://download-v5.streamload.com/111ebd93-e06e-4f12-af03-5a7c94db1556/lkshortt/Hosted/Mrs%20Robinson%20(bonus).mp3" type="video/mpeg" loop="false" controller="true" autoplay="true"> <p></p></embed>Tabula Rasanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20741911.post-1147208407455408292006-05-13T18:30:00.000-05:002007-01-18T08:49:47.880-05:00But You HAVE Heard Of Me<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/POCinvite.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/POCinvite.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This one was all about the catering: Caribbean meal by Bert's Seafood. Mmm, mmm. The props were some of our best ever, too: hand-painted pirate flags, shredded sails, corpses in piratical attire hanging from the "rafters" and nooses galore, just to name a few.<br /><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/JollyR2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/JollyR2.jpg" border="0" /></a>"Arrgh," says Tom. "Arrgh, my a**, I can't breathe in this dress," says Jennine. Sorry Jennine, but we do try to be authentic to the movie...<br /></p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/tomandJ.0.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/jenlisa.7.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/jenlisa.7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Although, authenticity does not necessarily extend to our drinking containers.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/will.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/will.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The "chicken cutlets" are again being used to good effect. </p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/PC%2007.jpg" border="0" /><br />You wouldn't know it to look at her now, but just hours earlier, Jennine was literally "swabbing the deck" in preparation for the party.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/elizab.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/elizab.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p>Would you like to touch my monkey?<br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/devil.0.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />And another fetching wench.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/wench2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/wench2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sometimes Jeff has fantasies about this.</p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/PC%2012.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/group.jpg" border="0" />Kevin risked life and limb (well, limb, at least) to set up this group shot. Nice job, Kev.<br /><br />Note the great costumes by everyone. We're used to that, now. Damn Jennine for preventing Lisa from buying her a wig and keeping us from having 100% wig participation. </p><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/biggroup.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/biggroup.jpg" border="0" /><br /></a>Pirates Of The Caribbean </div><p>Lisa made a yummy run punch, which Laurie--true to her character, as always--insisted had no alcohol in it. (Alcohol-free drink by Lisa? Right.) Captain Laurie Sparrow spent the evening supplementing her punch with Bacardi 151, which only made her swagger all the more. </p><p>Guest(s): Jennine came from Virginia Beach, even though it was Mother's Day weekend and her children begged her not to go. Jennine has always had her priorities in order. Shockingly, two guests failed to show altogether--they are dead to us. </p><p>Cory and Rebecca called ON THE DAY OF THE PARTY and cancelled on what, at first blush, would seem to be a very lame excuse. They are cursed until further notice.</p><p>Best costume accessory: Jeff's groin injury--I mean, monkey. Jeff's monkey. See it, perched on his left shoulder?</p><p>Most shameless ploy for attention: Angela's chicken cutlets.</p><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/skeletons.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/skeletons.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p>The Menu: Mini Crabcakes with a Spicy Tartar Sauce, Crayfish Corn Chowder, Jerk Chicken with a Tropical Fruit Salsa, Coconut Rice, Grilled Pineapple Shrimp, Black Eyed Pea Salad, Curried Sweet Potato Salad, Mango Slaw, Key Lime Pie and, extra special for Angela, the vegetarian wench, Tofu Napolean and Mixed Vegetable Salad.</p><br /><br /><embed src="http://download-v5.streamload.com/111ebd93-e06e-4f12-af03-5a7c94db1556/lkshortt/Hosted/03%20Barbossa%20Is%20Hungry%202.mp3" type="video/mpeg" autoplay="true" controller="true" loop="false"><br /></embed><p></p>Hathorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818832230886613664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20741911.post-1147209520986857872006-04-07T19:00:00.000-05:002007-01-18T08:43:19.106-05:00One Louder<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/STredact.7.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/STredact.7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/ST%20008.0.jpg" border="0" />Back stage catering: tiny bread and lunchmeat fit for a second class act.<br /></div><p align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/DCP_1955.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/DCP_1955.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Both Cory and Rebecca came as concept costumes. Brilliance or laziness? Discuss.</p><p align="left"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/ST%20003.jpg" border="0" /><br /></p><p><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/ST%20002.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/ST%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/ST%20006.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/ST%20006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Angela decided against strapping her...um...female attributes down for a more authentic look.</p><p><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/DCP_1973.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/DCP_1973.jpg" border="0" /></a> We would definitely hand this officer our cucumber.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/ST%20005.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/ST%20005.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/DCP_1979.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/DCP_1979.jpg" border="0" /></a>Best costume accessories that were not part of a costume: Kevin's biceps. Kevin would have made a hot rocker.<br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/ST%20011.0.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/DCP_1969.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/DCP_1969.0.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><br />This Is Spinal Tap<br /></p><p>Guest(s): Susannah and Felix from Vermont. Susannah makes her second movie night appearance, and she and Felix were divine as Smell the Glove groupies. Felix was especially fetching in his fishnets.<br /><br />Best costume accessory: Derek's harness. Our costume guru raided his own partner's closet for that.<br /><br />Most shameless ploy for attention: Laurie's shadow puppet karaoke. We were mesmerized by it.<br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://download-v5.streamload.com/111ebd93-e06e-4f12-af03-5a7c94db1556/lkshortt/Hosted/bigbottom.mp3" type="video/mpeg" loop="false" controller="true" autoplay="true"><br /></p></embed><p><br /><br /><a href="http://web.archive.org/web/20030623235943/www.spinaltap.com/mp3s.html">More Soundtracks</a></p>Hathorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818832230886613664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20741911.post-1147790297973973072006-02-25T20:00:00.000-05:002007-01-18T08:42:42.460-05:00Remember, With Lacuna You Can Forget<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/essmnotice.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/essmnotice.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/essminvite3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/essminvite3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="left">We will never be able to erase the memory of the fact we spent (what seemed like) hours creating potato people. It was surprisingly fun.<br /><br /></div><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/ST%20028.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/ST%20028.0.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>Note that Angela also dressed her potato in blue hair and an orange...um...shirt(?). See fourth potato from left.</p><p><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/ST%20034.1.jpg" border="0" />Joel, getting his memories removed. </p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/ST%20025.0.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/ST%20029.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/ST%20029.jpg" border="0" /></a>When he was not made to sit under this device, Max wore a colander on his head to continue to the memory erasure. To this day, Max denies being in Greensboro.<br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/ST%20027.jpg" border="0" /><br />Man size print pajamas for men are amazingly plentiful on the internet. Who are these people who buy these things for real?</p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/ST%20032.0.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p>In addition to filling this box with files and tapes as in the movie, Laurie tasked her house guest, G, with wrapping books in plain paper for the book shelves. Not even guests get to slack off when it comes to movie night.</p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/ST%20033.jpg" border="0" />G, misunderstanding his movie night role (dress in costume and do what you are told by Angela) would not shut up during the movie and almost had to be banned from the room. </p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/ST%20031.jpg" border="0" /><br />It looks like Jeff is enacting his character's memory erasure scene, no? No. Instead, he was showing us a slideshow ("Lauriepalooza's Greatest Hits") that he created for Laurie's birthday. Does the celebration of that birthday ever end, we still ask ourselves? Apparently not.</p><p><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/DCP_1887.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/DCP_1887.jpg" border="0" /></a> Finally, a female costume for Lisa that doesn't make her recoil in horror at at least one picture. Lisa wanted to dye her hair red after this movie night. Sanity prevailed.<br /><br /></p><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/essmlisa.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/essmlisa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/DCP_1886.0.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/DCP_1893.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/DCP_1893.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind</div><div align="left"><br />This night was all about the potatoes and Laurie pushing her brownies. We do not know what was in those brownies. Who would have thought making potato people would be so entertaining? Sadly, there is no evidence of the potato that Lisa painstakingly created because Laurie robbed it for supplies to make more potatoes as soon as Lisa turned her back.<br /><br />Guests: G from Fort Worth and Max from San Diego. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Best costume accessory: Max's colander. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Most desperate ploy for attention: G's non stop commentary during the movie.</div><div align="left"><br /><a href="http://www.lacunainc.com/">Lacuna Inc.</a> </div><br /><br /><embed src="http://download-v5.streamload.com/111ebd93-e06e-4f12-af03-5a7c94db1556/lkshortt/Hosted/02%20Mr.%20Blue%20Sky.mp3" type="video/mpeg" loop="false" controller="true" autoplay="true"><br /></embed><p></p>Hathorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818832230886613664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20741911.post-1147209099859876142006-01-21T19:30:00.000-05:002006-06-13T06:04:05.026-05:00Where's That Red One Gonna Go?<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/Tenembaums%203%20014.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/rt3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/rt3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It is now officially the movie that must be done for Angela's birthday every year. So begins year three of movie night.<br /><br />Sadly, the third time is not the charm; once again, we had no Eli. However, Pagodas and Margots were plentiful.<br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/DCP_1866.0.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/DCP_1855.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/DCP_1855.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/ST%20016.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/ST%20016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/Tenembaums%203%20010.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/Tenembaums%203%20010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/DCP_1867.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/DCP_1867.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/DCP_1859.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/DCP_1859.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> We would hesitate to call Angela or Laurie movie night slackers, but we can't help but notice that, although the rest of us try a new character each year, those two are always Margot and Etheline, respectively. Of course, much can be said for perfecting a character over time and these two do look better and better each year.</p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/DCP_1856.0.jpg" border="0" /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/RT%20001.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/RT%20001.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><br />The Royal Tenenbaums III </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Guests: Michelle made a special appearance all the way from Arkansas. It should also be noted that she is wearing her own Izod dress under that (borrowed) fur coat.<br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">New Movie Night Regular: Cory. This was Cory's first movie night experience. His wife could not come so he brought his friend Leah, whom we have never, ever, seen again. (At least not at movie night. To be fair, we haven't invited her back, because she just didn't seem that interested in us. Go figure)</div><br />Food and drink: Burgers (vegetarian, being we were at Angela's) fries and butterscotch sundaes (I guess). Yum. Bloody Marys and martinis were the movie-themed beverages.<br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://download-v5.streamload.com/96d39137-1601-4493-8115-93c4b0930ed6/lkshortt/Hosted/04%20Me%20%26%20Julio%20Down%20By%20The%20Schoolyard.mp3" type="video/mpeg" autoplay="true" controller="true" loop="false"><br /></embed><p></p>Hathorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818832230886613664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20741911.post-1147208887861987002005-11-25T19:30:00.000-05:002007-01-18T08:40:57.530-05:00Days Of The Week Underpants<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/1234.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/1234.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="left">Married....<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/WHMS%20001.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/WHMS%20001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/WHMS%20009.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/WHMS%20009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/WHMS%20006.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/WHMS%20006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/WHMS%20003.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/WHMS%20003.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://www.whenharrymetsallythemovie.com/">When Harry Met Sally</a><br /><br /></p><div align="justify">Sometimes even movie night participants "phone it in." Sadly, this is one of those times. Laurie campaigned for this movie for over a year. We caved. Thus, the Sally/cow blames Laurie. </div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="justify">Disclaimer: no orgasms were faked in the execution of this movie night. </div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="justify">Best accessory: None, really. But we did play Pictionary, which was both fun and awkward given the circumstances (see below).</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="justify">Why we don't allow "outsiders" to attend movie night: Chris and Rick hosted this movie night. However, what we did not know was that they had guests staying at their house. Of course, their guests were not in movie night attire. The movie night people sat awkwardly on one side of the room while the family members stayed a polite distance away--staring. It should also be noted that Chris and Rick tried to get by in the lamest costumes ever, even for them, and even for this movie night. They are no longer movie night participants. Rules are rules, people.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="http://corky.net/scripts/whenHarryMetSally.html">The Script</a></div><br /><br /><embed src="http://download-v5.streamload.com/111ebd93-e06e-4f12-af03-5a7c94db1556/lkshortt/Hosted/03%20It%20Had%20to%20Be%20You%20(From%20_When%20Ha%201.mp3" type="video/mpeg" loop="false" controller="true" autoplay="true"><br /><p></p></embed><p></p>Hathorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818832230886613664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20741911.post-1147209575075562082005-10-29T18:30:00.000-05:002007-01-18T08:40:24.140-05:00To Infinity And Beyond<div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/TSinvitation.4.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/TSinvitation.4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />As with Beetlejuice in October 2004, we invited many "outsiders" to this October movie night in honor of Halloween. We have learned that normal ("normal") people can only conceive of dressing up in public at or around Halloween. Unlike the near shut-out of 2004, we did have a few willing souls.<br /><br /></div><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/TS3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/TS3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Is that... Greg? And Collins--in a wig? Could it be that she has rejoined the movie night ranks? (Hardly.)<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/TS2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/TS2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Welcome back, Chris and Patti. Ten-hut!<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/TS1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/TS1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/WHMS%20006.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/WHMS%20006.1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sadly, Laurie & Jeff were unable to attend this movie night. But knowing that Laurie would hate to be left off of any blog page, we envisioned this costume for her. We added Jeff just to keep the set complete.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/rex.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/rex.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/buzz.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/buzz.jpg" border="0" /></a> To Angela's abs we say, rowrrr.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/WHMS%20003.2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/WHMS%20003.2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/groupts.0.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><br />Toy Story<br /></p><p>Guests: Patti &amp; Chris, returning guests, were perfectly suited as green army men. Collins, who used to be a movie night regular and now classifies as "guest," came as Sid's sister. It should be noted that, although she purchased that wig, Collins immediately surrendered it to Angela's movie night wig collection--a clear sign (as if we needed another one) that she has no intention of making a repeat appearance. Greg channelled his Republican persona as Sid. Wendy channelled her mom persona as...the mom. Little Greg came as a young football player? (WTF?)</p><p>Best costume accessory: A tie: Angela's slinky stomach made of soldering wire and Patti and Chris' walkie-talkies.</p><p>Most shameless ploy for attention: Slinky's enviable abs.</p><p>More often than not, the movie night films chosen contain scenes or lines that seem to be written specifically for one of our members. The following scene was clearly written for Angela given her strict standards for movie night participants: </p><p>Buzz: This is an intergalactic emergency. I need to commandeer your vessel to Sector 12. Who's in charge here?<br />All: [pointing up]The Claw! Her name is Angela.<br />Alien #1: The Claw is our master.<br />Alien #2: She decides who will go and who will stay. </p><p>And this one for Laurie, as she leaves the one job for a cushier one:</p><p>Alien: I have been chosen. Farewell, my friends. I go to a better place. </p><p>And for Lisa as she sulks over Laurie's good fortune:</p><p>Hamm: What's wrong with him?<br />Mr. Potato Head: Laser envy.<br /></p><br /><br /><a href="http://www.script-o-rama.com/movie_scripts/t/toy-story-transcript.html">Find The Scene Meant For You</a><br /><br /><embed src="http://download-v5.streamload.com/111ebd93-e06e-4f12-af03-5a7c94db1556/lkshortt/Hosted/02%20You've%20Got%20a%20Friend%20In%20Me%20(Duet%201.mp3" autoplay="true" controller="true" loop="false"><br /><p></p></embed><p></p>Hathorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818832230886613664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20741911.post-1147209712296375442005-09-17T18:30:00.000-05:002007-01-18T08:39:44.076-05:00We need to talk about your TPS reports<div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/osInvite.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/osInvite.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />"Corporate accounts payable, Nina speaking. JUST a moment..."<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/nina.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/nina.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/WHMS%20005.2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/WHMS%20005.2.jpg" border="0" /></a>Peter Gibbons: Let me ask you something. When you come in on Monday, and you're not feelin' real well, does anyone ever say to you, 'Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays'?<br />Lawrence: No. No, man. Shit, no, man. I believe you'd get your ass kicked sayin' something like that, man.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/WHMS%20010.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/WHMS%20010.jpg" border="0" /></a> Joanna: You know what, Stan, if you want me to wear 37 pieces of flair, like your pretty boy over there, Bryan, why don't you make the minimum 37 pieces of flair?<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/WHMS%20007.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/WHMS%20007.1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Milton Waddams: I was told that I could listen to the radio at a reasonable volume from nine to eleven, I told Bill that if Sandra is going to listen to her headphones while she's filing then I should be able to listen to the radio while I'm collating so I don't see why I should have to turn down the radio because I enjoy listening at a reasonable volume from nine to eleven.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/WHMS.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/WHMS.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Nina: Now Milton, don't be greedy, let's pass it along and make sure everyone gets a piece.<br />Milton Waddams: Yeah, but last time I didn't receive a piece.<br />Nina: Just pass.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/WHMS%20004.2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/WHMS%20004.2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="center">Office Space</p><div align="left">Guests: This was Patti and Chris' inaugural movie night. Patti was late due to a last-minute costume change (and wig trim) but it was worth the wait. (Chris looked great, too--you'll just have to trust us on that.) Rick and Chris also came, but were, shall we say, less impressive.<br /><br />BUT WHERE ARE LISA AND KEVIN? Due to a scheduling glitch occasioned by Lisa's ignorance of the Virginia Tech football schedule, they were out of town (and were sorely missed).<br /><br />Best costume accessory: A tie between Milton's ID badge and Bill's Initech mug.<br /><br />Props: A store-bought birthday cake (complete with a "41" candle), a red stapler, Nina's headset (and bosoms), and a banner that said "Is it good for the company?"<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://www.bullshitjob.com/quiz.html">Waste Time at Work I</a> </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://www.techcomedy.com/www.redswinglinestapler.com/quiz.php">Waste Time At Work II</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.bullshitjob.com/officespace/LumberghOfficeSpace.swf">Talk to Gary</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.virtualstapler.com/office_space/">Ode to a Stapler</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.bullshitjob.com/officespace/missingwork.wav">Missing Work</a> </div><br /><br /><embed src="http://download-v5.streamload.com/111ebd93-e06e-4f12-af03-5a7c94db1556/lkshortt/Hosted/Office%20Space.mp3" type="video/mpeg" autoplay="true" controller="true" loop="false"><br /><p></p></embed>Hathorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818832230886613664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20741911.post-1147789650141407572005-06-18T18:30:00.000-05:002007-01-18T08:39:16.696-05:00Gosh<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/invite.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/invite.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Napoleon Dynamite was our first outdoor movie night. And, as usual, Laurie outdid herself with the props. Check the *fabric* on the couch and that awesome photo studio.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/Napolean%20016.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/Napolean%20016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/Napolean.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/Napolean.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left">Jeff as Lafawnduh. Very nice toes, soulmate. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/Napolean%20013.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/Napolean%20013.jpg" border="0" /></a>Kip: Napoleon, don't be jealous that I've been chatting online with babes, all day. Besides, we both know I'm training to become a cage fighter.<br /><br />Napoleon: Do the chickens have large talons?<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/Napolean%20007.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/Napolean%20007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/Napolean%20005.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/Napolean%20005.jpg" border="0" /></a> Napoleon: But my lips hurt real bad.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/Napolean%20003.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/Napolean%20003.jpg" border="0" /></a>Kip: Lafawnduh is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I'm a hundred percent positive that she's my soul mate. Napoleon, I'm sure there's a babe out there for you too. Peace out.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/Napolean%20001.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/Napolean%20001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/Napolean%20012.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/Napolean%20012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Napolean Dynamite </div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Guests: Angela's brother Mike and his wife Heather came from Fredericksburg, VA. Rick and Chris brought the whole family and actually put some effort into their costumes, and Katie makes her first (awesome) appearance.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br />Props: A Summer-esque pinata, "Vote for Pedro" and "Vote for Summer" flyers, the photo studio</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Food: Tots, Lisa's yum-yum yummy quesadillas</div><div align="left"><br />Best costume accessory: Napoleon's moon boots, and, really, everything about Napoleon.<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center">Napoleon Dynamite's Top Ten<br /><embed src="http://images2.jokaroo.net/videos/topten.wmv" type="video/mpeg" autoplay="false" controller="true" loop="false"></embed> </div><br /><br /><embed src="http://download-v5.streamload.com/111ebd93-e06e-4f12-af03-5a7c94db1556/lkshortt/Hosted/42%20The%20Promise.mp3" type="video/mpeg" autoplay="true" controller="true" loop="false"></embed>Hathorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818832230886613664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20741911.post-1147789433092380562005-05-16T09:23:00.000-05:002007-01-18T09:05:45.876-05:00Yeah, Baby<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/AP.2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/AP.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Angela was disappointed that her boobs were not nearly as intimidating/impressive as Laurie's. Thanks to Faye for retrieving the Fembot costume from her home. (Say no more.)<br /><br /><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/ap.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/ap.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Kevin's costume quick-change was groovy, baby.</p><p>Scott Evil: I hate you! I hate you! I wish I was never artificially created in a lab!<br />Dr. Evil: Scott, that hurts daddy when you say that. Honestly.<br /></p><p align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/Austin_Powers__0166.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/Austin_Powers__0166.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Austin Powers: What exactly do you do, Mr. Number Two?<br />Number Two: That's my business. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to the little boys' room. (Jeff's eyepatch would later play a starring role in Emma's science experiment.)<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/Austin_Powers__0170.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/Austin_Powers__0170.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/Austin_Powers__0161.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/Austin_Powers__0161.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/Austin_Powers__0162.jpg"></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/Austin_Powers__0162.5.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/Austin_Powers__0162.5.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://www.everwonder.com/david/austinpowers/">Austin Powers</a> </div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Needless to say, this was Kevin's movie night selection. It's hard to single out the most shocking thing about this movie night: (a) Laurie's hey hey, (b) Lisa's hey hey, or (c) Peyton's teeth. (Both sets of hey heys have been blotted out for your protection.) Oh, you know the answer. Laurie's hey hey was accomplished by a combination of her Jiffy Pop dress and something she referred to as "chicken cutlets." </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br />Best costume accessory: Dr. Evil's pinky ring (Varina High School, class of '84)</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br />Food and drinks: Jello shots and, after that, who can remember?<br /></div><div align="left"><br />Most shameless ploy for attention: Vanessa's chicken cutlets; close second: Kevin's costume change mid movie night. Since when can you come as two characters? Okay, I guess that technically they are both Mike Myers, so maybe it doesn't count)<br /><br />Austin Powers: Do I make you horny? Randy? Do I make you horny, baby, yeah, do I? </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="http://www.matthewbarr.co.uk/powers/">Which Austin Powers' Character Are You?</a> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="http://download-v5.streamload.com/111ebd93-e06e-4f12-af03-5a7c94db1556/lkshortt/Hosted/behave.mp3">Yeah, Baby</a><br /><br /><embed src="http://download-v5.streamload.com/111ebd93-e06e-4f12-af03-5a7c94db1556/lkshortt/Hosted/01%20Time%20of%20the%20Season%202.mp3" type="video/mpeg" loop="false" controller="true" autoplay="true"><br /></embed><p></p><br /><br />For a different music vibe--play this:<br /><embed src="http://download-v5.streamload.com/111ebd93-e06e-4f12-af03-5a7c94db1556/lkshortt/Hosted/04%20Soul%20Bossa%20Nova%201.mp3" type="video/mpeg" loop="false" controller="true" autoplay="false"><br /></div></embed><p></p>Hathorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818832230886613664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20741911.post-1147789618610714962005-02-12T20:00:00.000-05:002007-01-18T08:37:27.393-05:00Make It Suntory Time<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/LITinvite.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/LITinvite.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">That used to be a karaoke microphone, before it was left hanging out the back door of the Land Rover. Oops.</div><div align="left"><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/LIT__0140.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/LIT__0140.jpg" border="0" /></a> Baby, you should wear eyeliner every day. Damn.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/WHMS%20008.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/WHMS%20008.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left">Laurie agrees.<br /><br /></div><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/WHMS%20010.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/WHMS%20010.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/WHMS%20007.3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/WHMS%20007.3.jpg" border="0" /></a> Both Jeff and Kevin looked better in the pink wig than Angela.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/WHMS%20011.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/WHMS%20011.0.jpg" border="0" /></a>Laurie's death grip on the microphone lasted the entire evening.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/WHMS%20003.5.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/WHMS%20003.5.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="left">Lisa's homemade sushi. One of the best meals we've ever had, anywhere.<br /><br /></div><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/LIT__0142.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/LIT__0142.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> Kevin loves the boobies--even when they're fake, and even when they're his own.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/LIT__0144.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/LIT__0144.1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Laurie also liked Kevin's boobies. Note Jeff's costume change.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/WHMS%20002.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/WHMS%20002.1.jpg" border="0" /></a> I LOVE ROCK AND ROLL...<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/LIT__0133.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/LIT__0133.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><p align="center">Lost In Translation<br /><br /></p><div align="left">Props: The zebra fabric, the karaoke. And the sushi. Mmmm, that sushi.</div><div align="left">Best costume accessory: The binder clips on the back of Jeff's tuxedo jacket.</div><div align="left"><br />Most shameless attention-getting ploy: Laurie monopolizing the karaoke machine. She didn't even give it up when everyone else got in the hot tub.</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&quiz_id=414">Which Character Are You?</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0335266/trivia">LIT Trivia</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.salon.com/people/bc/2001/02/06/murray/?sid=1010434">Bill Murray</a><br /><br /><a href="http://movies2.nytimes.com/gst/movies/filmography.html?p_id=103861&amp;inline=nyt-per">More LIT Info</a><br /><br /><a href="http://movies.about.com/cs/lostintranslation/a/lostbillint.htm">More &amp; More LIT Info</a><br /><br /><a href="http://members.ozemail.com.au/~ghostv/making.html">How to make sushi</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.tashian.com/multibabel/">Get Lost In Your Own Translation</a><br /><br /></div><div align="left">LIT Karaoke Sample -- Please remove all glass objects from around your person before playing this clip. And we are not responsible for damage done to your ears. Fortunately, this clip is short. (Double-click the little picture below and brace yourself)<br /><embed src="http://209.245.59.124/96d39137-1601-4493-8115-93c4b0930ed6/LKShortt/Hosted/LaurieORIG.mov" type="video/mpeg" loop="false" controller="true" autoplay="false"></embed></div><br /><br /><embed src="http://download-v5.streamload.com/111ebd93-e06e-4f12-af03-5a7c94db1556/lkshortt/Hosted/15%20Just%20Like%20Honey.mp3?action=stream" type="video/mpeg" autoplay="true" controller="true" loop="false"></embed>Hathorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818832230886613664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20741911.post-1147209917947506802005-01-22T19:30:00.000-05:002007-01-18T08:36:21.133-05:00Or Anyway, It's Nobody's Fault<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/RTII.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/RTII.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left">"Write yourself a check."<br /><br /></div><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/RT_4.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/RT_4.jpg" border="0" /></a> "I don't think you're an asshole, Royal. I just think you're kind of a son of a bitch."<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/RT_5.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/RT_5.jpg" border="0" /></a>"That's the last time you stab me, do you hear me?"<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/WHMS%20011.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/WHMS%20011.1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Happy birthday to old Margot (and belatedly to young Margot).<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/WHMS%20017.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/WHMS%20017.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> Richie and Mordecai.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/WHMS%20010.2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/320/WHMS%20010.2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Angela and her college friends, Jeri/Pagoda and Laura/Teenage Margot. (You didn't know Margot was knocked up as a teen, did you? Me neither, but pictures don't lie.)<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/1600/TRT_6.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4298/2068/32